Lin Ran looked at Little Black with solemnity.
"If one day in the future, Luo Yao is in danger, or if sothing happens to her... if she dies," Lin Ran's heart ached at the re ntion of the word "dies." Even imagining Luo Yao losing her breath was unbearable for him.
The image of Luo Yao lying lifeless in a crystal coffin from his past life was forever etched into his mind.
It was a pain he could never forget, a suffering he never wanted to relive.
"...If she dies, you’ll save her life. For soone like you, the Creator, that shouldn’t be too difficult, right?"
His eyes were filled with pleading, hoping Little Black would agree.
Little Black fell silent for a mont.
["I can’t promise you that right away. The last major reversal drained too much of my power. But I can assure you, if that day cos and I still have the ability... I will."]
A flicker of hesitation passed through Little Black’s eyes, but seeing the anguish in Lin Ran’s gaze, it softened.
Lin Ran smiled warmly, his gratitude genuine.
"That’s enough. Thank you."
His smile was as bright as sunlight, radiating heartfelt appreciation.
Little Black sprawled on the carpet, its inner voice incredulous: ["A miracle—you actually said thank you?"]
It stared at Lin Ran in surprise. In its mory, Lin Ran rarely expressed thanks so sincerely.
Lin Ran’s face darkened. He was a civilized person, after all.
He gave Little Black a helpless look, torn between amusent and exasperation at its teasing.
Before Lin Ran could respond, Little Black’s voice chid in again.
["But verbal thanks aren’t enough. What I need right now is so fish."]
Little Black licked its paw, eyes gleaming with hunger.
Lin Ran imdiately replied, "No problem. I’ve already prepared so, and I make sure to replace them with fresh ones every day, just waiting for you."
He walked to the kitchen and brought out a plate of golden fried fish, its aroma irresistible.
["Now we’re talking. ow—nom nom nom."]
Little Black pounced on the fish, devouring it with relish.
As it ate, completely absorbed in its feast, Lin Ran felt a weight lift from his shoulders.
He knew that if Little Black accepted his offering, it ant the promise was real.
It brought him imnse relief—at least Luo Yao had one more layer of protection.
[Little Black: "Alright, what’s your wish this ti? Where do you want to go?"]
After finishing its al, Little Black licked its lips and turned to Lin Ran.
Lin Ran had already made up his mind.
"I want to see Luo Yao at her loneliest, most desperate mont."
He wanted to understand her past, to know the pain she had endured.
[Little Black: "That’s a tough one. I can’t read her mind—how would I know when she felt the loneliest? But I’ll try. Let see... Ah, found it. Around this ti. Get ready, we’re leaving now."]
Little Black closed its eyes, summoning its power.
"Wait." Lin Ran stopped it, suddenly rembering sothing. He dashed to the closet.
[Little Black: "What now? You’re slower than a snail."]
Little Black grumbled impatiently.
A mont later, Lin Ran returned with a simple backpack.
"I’m bringing so things along."
[Little Black: "Hurry up already."]
A flash of light enveloped Lin Ran, the familiar sensation of ti travel washing over him.
Ti rewound at breakneck speed. Lin Ran felt as though he’d traversed a tunnel in an instant, its walls lined with shimring, multicolored cubes like stars in the cosmos. From one of these cubes, Little Black tossed him out.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a familiar prival forest.
Every plant and tree seed imbued with mystery. Pale golden sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled patterns like freckles on the earth.
But the forest had changed since his last visit. Back then, it had been late autumn—crisp leaves carpeting the ground, the air tinged with cold. Now, it was sumr. Lush greenery surrounded him, the humid air thick as steam.
Lin Ran’s heavy clothing made him break into a sweat instantly.
Beads of perspiration ford on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks. His back was drenched, his shirt clinging uncomfortably to his skin.
He stripped off his jacket, then wrapped it around his waist before slinging the backpack over his shoulders.
"Little Black," Lin Ran called softly.
[Little Black: "I’m here. What’s with the whispering?"]
Its annoyed voice echoed in Lin Ran’s mind.
Lin Ran glanced down but saw no sign of Little Black. He scanned the area—nothing but trees, bushes, and the occasional flitting insect.
"Where are you?" he asked, growing anxious.
[Little Black: "In your backpack. It’s safer here, in case of danger."]
Its tone was smug, as if hiding in the backpack was a stroke of genius.
"Can you believe it? A so-called ‘Creator’ who’s as cowardly as a mouse."
Lin Ran couldn’t resist teasing.
["Can you believe it? A reborn man who owes his life, yet dares to mock ?"]
Little Black shot back, its ntal voice dripping with indignation.
Lin Ran’s expression darkened. He hadn’t expected a cat to out-sass him.
And ever since Little Black appeared, it had insulted and mocked him more tis than he could count.
"Fine, fine, oh mighty Creator. I surrender. Now, tell where Luo Yao is."
Lin Ran sighed. Arguing wasn’t his priority—finding Luo Yao was.
[Little Black: "Are you stupid? How would I know where she is?"]
The reply left Lin Ran speechless.
"Oh, by the way, I think your farm just sent a notification."
Little Black: ???
"Your crops are dead."
After a pause, Little Black’s voice returned.
["Well, your farm sent one too."]
Lin Ran: "I know. My cow died."
Little Black: ...
Lin Ran trudged through the forest, retracing paths from mory.
The terrain was rough—thorny bushes snagged at him, vines tripped him at every turn.
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