"Yes, let’s hurry up and leave while the wolf pack hasn’t co yet," Yan Chenghuan said as he ignored the peaches, picked up the basket from the ground, carried it on his back, and prepared to leave.
An Ning carried another basket, pulled Yaya, "Let’s go..."
The three of them ran out together, occasionally encountering villagers who were also running out from inside.
However, just as An Ning reached the door of her house, she heard a ding in her mind.
"Soone is in danger on the mountain, please proceed to rescue them..."
An Ning: "Tuzi, this is not usual, could you please use your brain when issuing tasks? The wolf pack is coming down the mountain, asking , a child who can’t even hurt a chicken, to go up the mountain to rescue people. I think you’re not asking to rescue, but to deliver food to the wolves!"
"This is the task. The host must comply with the rules of the space to gain its usage rights." Tutu always issued tasks like this, without showing a bit of rcy or emotion.
An Ning had always been very enthusiastic towards Tutu, treating it like a friend rather than a cold machine.
However, as ti passed, she realized perhaps in Tutu’s mind, there’s no such thing as friendship.
She’s rely a target for it to assign tasks, it didn’t need to consider her safety and autonomy.
Helping others is a good thing, and she’s willing to do her bit if she can.
But this feeling of being forced to help others is honestly not very pleasant.
The space might claim it’s for helping people, but forcing the host to help others, does it not seem coercive, counteracting the original intention of doing good?
Looking at the unfeeling Tutu, An Ning felt increasingly cold-hearted, "If I absolutely refuse to rescue them?"
If she had powerful martial arts, she could rush in regardless of anything, like a hero worshipped by everyone.
Knowing full well that going in will result in happiness, not only failing to help others but also risking herself, why take such life-threatening risk to do sothing futile?
Under An Ning’s firm voice, Tutu remained silent for a long ti, as if contemplating.
An Ning felt that perhaps Tutu’s words can’t be completely trusted.
If the rules were set by space, then why consider it so long? Just state the punishnt directly.
Looking at its thoughtful deanor in her mind, An Ning for a mont thought it was contemplating how to frighten her with punishnt!
However, before An Ning could ponder further, Tutu spoke again, "If the host doesn’t follow the rules, the space will close, and conditions for reopening are unknown; perhaps, the host will never reopen the space in this lifeti."
"Then let it close." With that, An Ning calmly opened the door to her house, and after the three went in, she closed it and locked up.
Golden Finger was once what she most longed for, and now she had obtained it, filled with a sense of fulfillnt.
However, An Ning felt that Golden Finger’s presence should be unburdening; she would do her best to complete so tasks that space needed her to do. After all, having enjoyed the benefits the space brought her, she should appropriately do so things for space.
But that doesn’t an she’s willing to be controlled by space for life.
She’s a person, not a machine.
She can’t achieve having no thoughts of her own, blindly doing only what space needs her to do, even at the cost of life and everything.
Sorry, she can’t do that.
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