Translator: Cheese

　　Proofreader/editor: Piper

Reality (3)

　　Bai Weiwei replied without thinking: “Yah, yah. Wait, 15 days?”

　　Not a month?

　　The extension was cut in half. Was this system corrupt?

　　The system took out a calculator and said: “While you had leukemia, you used 17 bottles of painkillers, 3 energy-boosting pills, 6 transparent face masks for a

　　look-beautiful-without-makeup effect, and 1 tube for a fluttering long hair effect. In total it cost 11 days and 23 hours of life.”

　　Bai Weiwei was shocked. “Why didn’t I know I used these? You didn’t even tell me.”

　　The system flipped through the collection folder. “I was afraid that if I told you, you wouldn’t buy it.”

　　Bai Weiwei, coldly: “Do I look like such a cheapskate? I’m going to spend a lot of it.”

　　System: “It’s not a matter of pettiness. It’s a reminder, to hurry the customer.”

　　Bai Weiwei frowned. “A reminder?”

　　Why would this thing be in a rush?

　　When the system saw she didn’t believe it, it immediately cleared its voice, and began to sign deeply. “Ding, dear host, you were in so much pain that your eyes turned white and your legs were twitching and shaking, like a gra.s.s mud horse¹ running on the prairie, dancing in the wind. Do you need painkillers?”

　　Bai Weiwei: “…”

　　The system continued to be emotional, its voice slowly becoming magnetic. “Ding, dear host, you are so, so ugly. Ugly enough to break the limits of human imagination, ugly enough to pa.s.s the light of the universe. You’re ugly, patriotic and dedicated, with iron bones. Do you need a face mask? It’s good results. I’ll give you 6 for the price of 3.”