The kid doesn’t understand; it’s just for fun.
Anyway, this is how the opening should be written, right?
…
Damn!
I just went abroad for a trip, who did I offend?!
This was the last roaring thought in Silky’s mind before his consciousness sank into darkness.
He vaguely remembered that he had just finished the college entrance exam and was happily preparing to pull for Skirk on the plane; the sun outside the window was bright, and the flight attendant had a sweet smile…
Then, a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar that absolutely shouldn’t have appeared at an altitude of ten thousand meters, accompanied by the piercing groan of some huge metal object twisting, sent him and his airplane meal flying.
He also heard something:
“Charging for year-end bonuses!”
“I thought it was a speed bump!”
“Zhiyun.”
“Brother, are you giving alms?”
“This is 9000 meters in the air, dammit!!?”
“I don’t know either, everyone writes it like this.”
And then…
it was just chaos.
Don’t know how long it had been, as if he had slept for several centuries, Silky’s consciousness finally lit up again like a faulty lightbulb, buzzing and flickering.
What he first felt was…
Heavy.
An unprecedented heaviness with a shifted center of gravity, mainly concentrated on his chest.
“…What the hell is weighing me down…”
He thought groggily, subconsciously wanting to reach out and rub his chest, which felt a bit stifled by the weight.
His hand lifted.
What met his eyes was a hand with distinct knuckles, fair and slender, which could be called a work of art.
The nails were trimmed clean and round, glowing with a healthy, pale pink luster.
The only problem was…
this hand, no matter how he looked at it, did not look like his hands, which were slightly rough from years of gaming and typing on a keyboard!
Silky jolted, completely awake!
He sat up abruptly—
This movement brought a wave of surging visual impact and physical feedback, almost making him lie back down.
Lowering his head.
What met his eyes was…
A patch of snow-white, delicate, amazingly curved, magnificent…
uh, pectoral muscles?
No!
This was clearly…
it was…!
Silky’s brain crashed instantly, CPU overheating alarm.
He stiffly turned his neck to look around.
Mist swirled, water droplets slid down the smooth black stone walls, and the air was filled with a faint smell of sulfur and water vapor.
I am an archaeologist, this old stone wall!
Beneath him was warm, slightly rippling water…
He was sitting in a huge, ancient-looking stone bathtub!
“Am I…
taking a bath?”
Silky’s voice was dry and hoarse, carrying a cool and slightly magnetic mature woman’s tone that he had never heard before.
This voice gave him goosebumps.
He scrambled (his posture extremely awkward because he wasn’t used to the proportions and center of gravity of this body) to the edge of the bathtub, looking at the reflection on the water surface—
The water surface rippled, reflecting a face.
Long, silver-white hair was plastered wetly against his cheeks and smooth neck, with water still dripping from the tips.
The skin was that cold, pale color of someone who hadn’t seen the sun for years.
Most eye-catching were the eyes, as deep as a bottomless cold pool, with pupils of an extremely rare deep purple that seemed to contain the starry sky.
The facial features were three-dimensional and perfect, carrying a cold, aloof temperament that kept strangers at bay, yet it was breathtakingly beautiful.
Silky was all too familiar with this face!
Familiar to the point of no return!
He had studied it countless times on his computer wallpaper, phone lock screen, and in the game!
Where else was it…
Oh no, the browser wasn’t in incognito mode!
“S…
Skirk?!”
He screamed, his mature voice cracking from extreme shock.
[Ding!
Host consciousness fully awakened, “Cuddle to Get Stronger” system officially activated!
Binding successful!
Host: Silky]
An emotionless electronic voice rang out abruptly in his mind.
“Who?!
Who is talking?
System?”
Silky (Skirk Limited Edition) looked around in horror; he was the only one in the mist.
[Host identity confirmed: Originally a survivor from the alien world ‘Gesos’, the younger sister (theoretically deceased) of Skirk (original version).
Due to force majeure (truck-kun cross-dimensional strike?), the soul drifted to Teyvat, and under the influence of a special energy field (Abyssal Power?), the body was reshaped into the ‘Skirk’ template.
The Host’s original memories are partially sealed, and the current consciousness (Silky) is in control.]
The information was too massive; Silky felt like his newly acquired brain, which belonged to Skirk, was about to burn out.
I am his younger sister?
Died once?
Got hit by a truck and transmigrated?
And turned into the look of my favorite character?
Kids, this isn’t right, is it?
[Newbie quest released:]
[Quest 1: Master the basic use of Abyssal Power (0 / 1).
Reward: Newbie Gift Package x1.]
[Quest 2: Find the ‘original’ Skirk and successfully ‘cuddle’ with him (physical contact time ≥ 0.01 seconds) (0 / 1).
Reward: Abyssal Power affinity +10%, unlock’Sister Radar’ entry-level function.]
[Failure penalty: The probability of being killed on the spot as an impostor/Abyssal monster by the original Skirk increases to 99.99%.]
Silky: “…”
Quest 1 looks normal enough, although “Abyssal Power” sounds very villainous.
But what the hell is Quest 2?!
Find that legendary original Skirk who can split the Abyss with one sword, whose disciple is the battle maniac Childe, and whose gaze can freeze people to death…
and then “cuddle” with him?
And it has to last for 0.01 seconds?!
Although it doesn’t feel long, the number itself speaks volumes.
“System!
Come out!
Is this a task for humans?!
He will probably just split me in half, right?
Cuddle?
I’m afraid I’ll be cuddling his sword blade instead!”
Silky complained frantically in his heart, his body trembling slightly from fear (and the awkwardness brought by this strange body).
[Friendly reminder: The Host’s current form is 99.8% similar to the original Skirk.
Please operate with caution.
Countdown: The original Skirk is expected to arrive at the bathroom door in 30 seconds.
Please prepare for the ‘first meeting’.]
“What?!
Thirty seconds?!”