“What is the Super Popular Character Support System?” Columbina’s voice was filled with naive confusion.
[As the name suggests, it is a system that can help the host become a super-popular character across different worlds, someone loved by so many, countless people.] “But…
so many people already love me.” Columbina tilted her head slightly, her tone devoid of any boastfulness, only pure bewilderment.
The planets she had saved were already too numerous to remember the exact count; she believed those lives must love her.
[There is no “most,” only “more,” host!] [The popularity I am talking about is not in this Cosmos you currently reside in, but the popularity of a completely different, another world.] “Another world?” Columbina’s eyes lit up.
She had wandered through the Cosmos for too long and was no stranger to the concept of “different worlds.” “Then…
would it be very interesting?” [Super interesting!
You really must try it!] [Design a character for yourself, a unique character that only belongs to you, one that you are willing to reveal.] “Then teach me, I want to try it.” Columbina didn’t know what designing a character meant, nor did she know what popularity in another world looked like.
But this novelty of making a choice for herself happened to strike a chord in her utterly bored life.
At the very least, it could add a bit of different fun to this endless wandering through the Cosmos.
[Of course!
My host, I will now start the basic tutorial for you!] Following the system’s guidance, Columbina found an asteroid wrapped in a pale blue nebula to settle on.
There were no complex civilizations on the planet, only Starblue Flowers covering the mountains and fields.
She found a spot to sit down and listened carefully to the system’s explanation.
The explanation was about how another world defined this Cosmos, and how it turned everything she knew into individual plotlines and settings.
She didn’t learn very quickly, occasionally staring blankly at unfamiliar terms like “player scripts,” and only slowly understood after the system repeatedly used things from the Cosmos to make analogies.
For example, the system said players were like travelers who occasionally passed through the Cosmos, but they would watch her story through a screen.
“Will the path I walk be recorded?” After finally grasping the concept of the storyline, Columbina suddenly looked up, her tone laced with a hint of uncertainty.
“Is it…
like Fuli, the Aeon of Remembrance?” Fuli, the Aeon of Remembrance, recorded all major and minor events across the Cosmos.
Hearing the word “recorded,” this was the first thing she thought of.
[Pretty much!
But the completeness of the record depends on your popularity!] [As long as your popularity in the other world is high enough, everything can be gradually revealed to the players, allowing them to know you.] “Then how can I make those players know me?” Columbina’s eyes sparkled even brighter.
At first, she was merely curious, but after listening to the system for so long, she suddenly felt a touch of anticipation.
This seemed to be even more interesting than she had imagined.
[Don’t be impatient, host!
The key lies with the Astral Express!] [In the other world, the characters controlled by the players will all board the Astral Express, trailblazing to new planets and meeting different people.] [You can start from this point.] [Once you have accumulated enough popularity, you can even become the protagonist of a certain story yourself, instead of having to be a supporting character in someone else’s story.] “The Astral Express, Trailblazing?” Columbina repeated the words, sinking into thought.
After a long moment, she looked up and asked, “How should I find them?
Or rather…
the protagonist you mentioned, the one who can board the train, hasn’t been born yet, right?” After all, the system said the story hadn’t begun, so those protagonists must not have set out on their trailblazing journey.
[That’s right, Host!] [I have already prepared the original basic script for you, which describes the events that will occur after the story begins.
You don’t have to follow it exactly; you can change whatever you like and act according to your own wishes.
You can say a few more words, gradually enter the players’ field of vision, and become well-known to them.] Columbina accepted this memory.
The starting point of the story in the other world was at that Herta Space Station.
And the first step she needed to take was to meet the players there and make them remember that there was a Goddess named Columbina.
“Then let’s go see.” Columbina knew of this place.
In her travels across the Cosmos, dealing with the Geniuses, IPC, and such was inevitable.
At this moment, Columbina did not imagine that the decision she made today would add a vivid and unforgettable stroke to her originally empty life.
– Herta Space Station, the platform.
Columbina landed silently upon it.
If she did not use her world-saving power, no moonlight would appear around her, nor would the moon that rose along with it.
At this time, Columbina looked no different from ordinary people.
Aside from the fact that she could cross the sea of stars in her mortal body, Columbina seemed to have nothing special.
However, just then.
A staff member suddenly cried out: “Oh my god!
Is that the Lady Goddess, Miss Columbina?
Whose wish is about to be answered?!” This cry was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves.
More and more people were drawn over, their gazes all fixed on Columbina, their eyes filled with endless adoration.
Columbina’s appearance was often accompanied by wishes.
This had already become a recognized fact throughout the Cosmos.
People believed that as long as they saw her, the wishes in their hearts would definitely come true.
Unfortunately, this time, these staff members would probably be disappointed.
Columbina did not come to fulfill their wishes.
Although many people stopped their work, although those staff members were talking, no one dared to approach Columbina.
Everyone admires Geniuses, so they came to Herta Space Station, but Geniuses are difficult to approach.
Everyone also admires the Goddess, and the Goddess is not to be desecrated.
Because simply looking at her from afar was enough to make people unable to harbor any desire to offend her.
Everyone wanted to draw closer to her, yet felt they should not.
As for whether these staff members admired the Geniuses more or the Goddess more, that would probably depend on whether they preferred knowledge or wishes in their hearts.
But one point was beyond doubt.
That was that Columbina’s fame far surpassed that of the Geniuses.
After all, this was the Goddess who fulfilled wishes and saved planets from time to time!
“Excuse me…” Columbina knew this space station belonged to Herta, so she wanted to tell Herta that she would like to stay here for a while.
Because she didn’t know when the plot would begin.
Before Columbina could even finish her sentence, a small-statured girl with pink hair came running out, panting heavily as she said: “Huff, puff…
Miss Columbina, welcome to Herta Space Station.
I am the Lead Researcher of the space station, Asta.”