During the day, at Mobius’s temporary residence.
“Are you still there?” A faint, hazy voice drifted into Ling Yi’s ears, gradually rousing her consciousness from its slumber as the scene before her slowly came into focus.
When Ling Yi still didn’t respond, Mobius clicked her tongue softly in irritation and spoke again.
“Are you there?
Say something.” Within the space of consciousness, Ling Yi held her head and took a moment to recover before answering Mobius.
‘I’m here.’ Hearing the voice she wanted to hear, Mobius seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, her body relaxing slightly.
“Come on, take a look.
What’s the number now?” ‘Hmm…’ Through Mobius’s eyes, Ling Yi realized that she was standing before the bathroom mirror.
She had changed into light gray pajamas printed with tiny stars.
Her long, pale green hair hung wet over her shoulders, water still dripping from the ends.
It looked like she had just finished washing her face and brushing her teeth.
Above Mobius’s head floated a conspicuous number 5.
‘Five,’ Ling Yi quickly answered.
“Great.
It’s already five after just one day.
You’ll probably be able to get lost in twenty days.
Wonderful.” The corners of Mobius’s lips curled upward.
She was clearly delighted that she might regain her freedom in twenty days.
‘Could you not make your disdain for me so obvious?
It hurts.’ “If it hurts, then hurry up and figure out how to leave.
I still don’t know how your consciousness suddenly ended up inside me.” ‘I’m working on it, I’m working on it…’ Ling Yi felt somewhat helpless.
That number…
was still far too low.
To become an indispensable lifelong friend to Mobius, she would have to involve herself more deeply in Mobius’s life.
But how exactly was she supposed to do that?
Mobius wasn’t an ordinary child.
She was intelligent, precocious, and rational, and she buried her emotional needs deep within herself.
Before Ling Yi could think further, Mobius left the bathroom and took a cup of instant noodles from the kitchen cupboard, which was packed with all kinds of flavors.
‘What are you doing?’ Ling Yi asked instinctively.
“Making instant noodles for breakfast.
What else would I be doing?
A stupid consciousness really is lacking in intelligence.
Isn’t it obvious?” ‘Instant noodles for breakfast?
Don’t tell me you eat like this every day.’ The voice in her head suddenly grew much louder, startling Mobius so badly that the cup slipped from her hand.
“Most of the time…
Wh-What’s wrong?” Startled, Mobius’s voice softened as she instinctively tried to placate Ling Yi.
She clearly hadn’t expected Ling Yi to become angry so suddenly.
‘How can a nine-year-old child eat this stuff every day?’ Ling Yi’s voice trembled with anger.
In her previous life, if a nine-year-old child ate instant noodles at home every day, then even if it kept them full, whoever was responsible would still be condemned.
Ling Yi suddenly remembered that Mobius would continue eating instant noodles every day in the laboratory in the future.
So it was a habit she’d developed in childhood?
“I can’t be bothered to cook.” Mobius pouted.
Instant noodles truly weren’t delicious, and she wanted to eat something else too, but she was too lazy to cook.
Whenever she thought about how she could have spent the time cooking on resting, reading, studying, or conducting research, she felt as though her time was being wasted.
‘Switch with me.
Go rest for a while.
I’ll cook.’ “A dummy like you knows how to cook?” Mobius was deeply skeptical.
‘I can at least make a simple breakfast…
Just what kind of person do you think I am?’ “A gigantic idiot.” As she spoke, Ling Yi felt her consciousness rapidly rise to the surface—Mobius had relinquished control of her body.
“You’re about to eat food made by that gigantic idiot.” A faint glimmer appeared in those gray eyes.
Controlling Mobius’s body, Ling Yi rubbed her still-aching limbs and walked toward the stove.
Although most of the food stored in Mobius’s home consisted of instant noodles, a careful search still turned up a few cans of luncheon meat.
There were also vegetables and bread in the refrigerator.
She lightly toasted the bread, warmed the luncheon meat, then stacked it together with the sliced vegetables like building blocks.
Just like that, a simple sandwich was ready.
After placing the milk and sandwich on the dining table and sitting down, Ling Yi relinquished control of the body.
Mobius, who had been watching with great interest, was suddenly struck by a powerful sensation of weightlessness.
She thoughtfully opened her eyes.
“So that’s what it feels like to switch consciousnesses while awake.” Looking at the sandwich before her, Mobius pondered how she might record the sensation of switching consciousnesses.
‘Eat first.
Stop researching.
You’ll have plenty of time for that after breakfast.’ A dull ache came from inside her head as Ling Yi urged her on.
“Hmph…” Mobius snorted and pouted before finishing the sandwich on the table.
Leaning back in her chair and staring at the ceiling, she gave an impartial assessment.
“It tastes pretty good.” ‘It’s nothing difficult.
You could also…
Forget it.
I’ll handle all the cooking from now on.’ Ling Yi had initially wanted Mobius to learn, but after thinking about it, she decided it would be fine if she cooked from now on.
After all, she would be living with Mobius for a long time.
“I need to visit the library this morning to look up some information on hereditary diseases and pathology.
I don’t have time for lunch.” Mobius sat up and spoke to Ling Yi seriously.
She needed to support herself.
Although that was effortless for Mobius, her ambitions in life went far beyond mere self-sufficiency.
She had to make full use of every second to earn money, study, and conduct research.
Not a single minute could be wasted if she wanted to achieve her ideals and goals.
As for her physical condition, Mobius believed that once she figured out how to make humans evolve, her body would naturally cease to be a major problem.
‘It won’t take much of your time.
I can make it now, and you can bring it to the library.’ Ling Yi still refused to yield.
She knew that Mobius would become a MANTIS in the future and would no longer have to worry about her physical condition, but she wasn’t one yet.
If a child failed to eat properly from such a young age, she would inevitably develop stomach problems.
Before she became a MANTIS, Mobius might one day end up rolling around in bed from the pain.
“…You don’t have to use this method to become friends with me.
Once I’m a little older, I’ll find a way to separate you from me.” Mobius thought for a moment before speaking.
‘No.
I never intended to become your friend this way.
I simply don’t want your health to deteriorate, and I don’t want you to suffer.’ “…” Mobius fell silent.
She could tell that Ling Yi was being completely sincere.
That was why she fell silent and began wondering why Ling Yi would do such a thing.
Mobius was only nine years old, but life had already battered her for a long time.
Fate had struck Mobius like a truck hurtling around a corner, crashing into her with overwhelming violence.
She had never met anyone with such excessive empathy, nor would she herself show concern for a stranger.
After thinking about it for a very long time, Mobius understood.
There really were people in this world foolish enough to care whether strangers lived or died, to concern themselves with other people’s lives, and to feel the suffering of others as if it were their own.
Whether it counted as good fortune or not, she had met someone like that.
In the end, she reached a conclusion.
Ling Yi truly was unbelievably stupid.
“Then I’ll leave all the cooking to you from now on.
Just tell me whenever you need my body.” ‘Yes, yes~ Understood, Lady Mobius~’ Stubborn little tsundere.
Who are you calling stupid in your head?
“I like that title.
Keep calling me that from now on.” Mobius immediately sensed that Ling Yi didn’t mean what she said, but that was fine.
She wouldn’t mind if Ling Yi called her that from now on.
‘Hey, hey, don’t push your luck.
Be careful, or I’ll use your body to draw a turtle on your face.’ “Heh…” Sitting on the sofa, Mobius gazed through the floor-to-ceiling window at the familiar town outside and listened to the lively voice in her head.
For some inexplicable reason, a thought emerged within her.
Perhaps being friends with someone like her wouldn’t be so bad.
Forget it.
She was far too stupid.
How could she possibly be worthy of being Mobius’s friend…?
Hey, hey, hey.
Testing, one-two-three, three-two-one.
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