42: She is the synonym of luck, the creator of miracles, and the root of beauty.

The 7,231st Incarnation:

Zhang Wei was a somewhat timid illustrator in a modern city.

She always huddled in a corner, silently sketching her fantasies in a notebook.

She dared not show that sketchbook to anyone, fearing ridicule.

Su Ke Ke, “coincidentally,” was the owner of the coffee shop downstairs from her.

She would “casually” compliment the “interesting” brooch pinned to Zhang Wei’s clothes whenever she came to buy coffee.

On a rainy day, she would “conveniently” hand her an umbrella printed with a starry sky design.

She would organize a small art exhibition and then, through “anonymous submission,” hang Zhang Wei’s work in the most prominent spot.

When Zhang Wei stood before her own artwork,

surrounded by genuine praise from everyone, her face showed a shy smile mixed with surprise and joy,

Su Ke Ke, wearing an apron, was wiping coffee cups behind the counter.

A curve, which she herself hadn't noticed, a gentle arc, formed on her lips.

The 51,111th Incarnation:

Zhang Wei was an outer disciple with ordinary aptitude in a world of immortal heroes.

Her greatest wish was to cultivate a legendary “Tranquility Grass” in the spirit-rich herb garden behind the sect’s mountain.

In that incarnation, Su Ke Ke was a millennium spirit fox in that back mountain, whom no one dared to provoke.

Under the cover of night, she would secretly carry a handful of “Moonlight Soil,” imbued with the essence of the moon, and bury it in the small plot of land Zhang Wei had tilled.

When a mountain flood erupted, she would use her demonic power to conjure a barrier, protecting the fragile seedling.

When Zhang Wei, disheartened by continuous failures, sat by the field,

she would transform into a small white fox, jump onto her lap,

and rub her palm with her fluffy tail.

When the “Tranquility Grass” finally bloomed with its first soft white light in the morning glow,

and Zhang Wei hugged the little fox, crying tears of joy,

Su Ke Ke merely squinted her eyes and let out a small yawn in her arms, as if none of it concerned her.

The 78,884th Incarnation:

Zhang Wei was an optimistic scavenger in the wasteland.

Her biggest dream was to find a box of unexpired chocolate.

In that incarnation, Su Ke Ke became the most terrifying “Calamity Knight” in the wasteland, striking fear into all who heard of her.

Wherever she passed, all things withered.

But her iron hooves would always “bypass” Zhang Wei’s small shelter.

The mutated giant beasts she slayed would “happen” to drop the most intact supply backpacks.

Beside her cold mount, there would always be some clean water and unopened cans “left behind.”

When Zhang Wei finally found a whole box of perfectly packaged chocolates in a military supply crate,

cheering joyfully as she peeled one and put it in her mouth, her eyes squinting in happiness,

Su Ke Ke was sitting upright atop a ruin a hundred meters away,

quietly observing the only bright spot in the wasteland through her cold face mask.

The 123,456th Incarnation:

Zhang Wei was a cybernetic doctor in the Neon City.

Her biggest dream was to open her own clinic,

where she could replace cheap, non-rejecting prosthetics for the poor.

But the extortion and suppression from gangs

left her struggling even to afford basic disinfectants.

In that incarnation, Su Ke Ke became the city's legendary top hacker— “Nyx.”

On the very night the gang gathered their forces, preparing to smash Zhang Wei’s dilapidated small shop,

all their leaders’ Swiss bank accounts were emptied.

All defense systems in their strongholds were paralyzed.

All their biological prosthetics simultaneously sparked with electricity, entering forced hibernation.

The next day,

when the city guard stormed the gang’s lair, capturing these villains, who were as limp as mud, in one fell swoop,

Zhang Wei found an ownerless military-grade supply box at the entrance of her clinic.

Inside, there was not only the most advanced medical equipment but also an unregistered, unlimited credit chip.

In the deepest part of the data sea,

upon a throne made of 0s and 1s,

Su Ke Ke “rested her chin on her hand,” watching that small house

put up a brand new sign named “Wei Wei Hope Clinic.”

The 340,912th Incarnation:

Zhang Wei was a girl born without any sense of taste in a gourmet world.

Her biggest dream was to become a top chef who could bring happiness to everyone.

She could create the most perfect dishes, yet she could never taste her own creations.

This plunged her into deep confusion.

In that incarnation,

Su Ke Ke transformed into a dream spirit with “synesthetic” abilities and formed a symbiotic contract with young Zhang Wei.

It could not speak, nor could it write.

Whenever Zhang Wei presented a new dish, it only needed to sniff it,

and it could provide feedback to Zhang Wei on the dish's saltiness, cooking temperature, and even the emotions it contained,

through the frequency of its tail wagging, the angle of its ear twitching,

and the different pitched purrs from its throat.

Many years later,

amidst the cheers of hundreds of millions of people,

when Zhang Wei stood on the highest podium of the Chef’s Competition,

clutching the little white creature in her arms, crying tears of joy,

she attributed her success to her unyielding effort and her companion’s unique help.

She would never know that within the soul of this little creature,

rested a timeless gentleness, spanning three hundred forty thousand reincarnations.

The 999,999th Incarnation:

The world had experienced a Great Silence, and the nascent civilization knew nothing of the past.

Zhang Wei became a young historian.

Her lifelong wish was to find the legendary “Library of the Old Days,” said to contain all human wisdom.

In that incarnation, Su Ke Ke was the library itself.

She was not a guardian, nor an AI.

She was the conceptual embodiment of that building, those books, that history.

She would conjure a “timely” gust of wind, blowing an ancient map to Zhang Wei, who was lost in the desert.

She would bring a “timely” rain, washing away a thousand years of dust covering the entrance to the ruins.

She would refract sunlight through a “timely” reflective piece of glass, directing it onto the hidden mechanism that opened the great door.

When Zhang Wei finally pushed open that heavy door, sealed for a million years,

and looked at the vast sea of books before her,

silently suspended in soft light,

as she trembled with excitement, tears welling in her eyes,

all the lights in the entire library gently illuminated for her alone,

as if welcoming its only, and last, reader—home…

The 2,000,000th Incarnation:

... The 50,000,000th Incarnation:

... The 199,999,999th Incarnation:

... Scene after scene.

When she was frantic, unable to write her thesis on campus, Su Ke Ke transformed into a brilliant roommate, casually solving all her problems.

When she was an unknown in the entertainment industry and had a role snatched away, Su Ke Ke transformed into mysterious capital, and the next day, the entire crew was begging her to be the female lead.

When her cat went missing, and she frantically searched the world, Su Ke Ke transformed into a passerby, always “coincidentally” waiting for her around the next corner, holding the mischievous cat in her arms.

From piloting the most advanced starship, guiding her lost self home,

to transforming into a stray orange cat on the street corner, just to rub against her pant leg when she worked late…

Time lost its meaning in reincarnation.

Su Ke Ke’s sorrow had long been smoothed away by endless guardianship.

Anger dissipated in the creation of one “perfect ending” after another.

She even almost forgot who she was and what she was fighting for.

But the vow “to make Zhang Wei happy”

had long become her sole instinct, deeper than breathing, more fundamental than existence.

She had transformed into the first ray of morning sun, just to illuminate the brightest colors on Zhang Wei’s canvas.

She had transformed into a song in the deep night, just to soothe Zhang Wei’s unease in nightmares.

She had transformed into the first seed of spring, just to make the most beautiful flowers bloom outside Zhang Wei’s window.

She was the synonym for all “luck” in every reincarnation of Zhang Wei.

The creator of all “miracles.”

The fundamental source of all “beauty.”

And she herself was always the loneliest observer, standing on the street corner, hidden behind the clouds, concealed in the wind.

The God of Calamity had long since, in eternal guardianship,

transformed into the very rule of gentleness in this endless cycle of reincarnation.

Billions of reincarnations, billions of guardianships.

Su Ke Ke transformed herself into all the “luck,” “coincidences,” and “miracles” in Zhang Wei’s life.

She personally wove one sweet and perfect dream after another for her,

allowing her to bask in the sunshine in every life, knowing no sorrow.

And Zhang Wei’s billions of heartfelt, pure smiles

also became the deepest imprints, deeply etched onto Su Ke Ke’s true spirit.

This sweetness

was her only solace in her endless journey of guardianship.

It was her entire reason for willingly enduring infinite loneliness.

These vast stories were all broadcast by Gu Jianghan.

The long silence in the live stream was broken.

[Nine Nether Demon Lord]: (Eyes red) Damn it… don’t let me find out who made these damn rules…

[Star Sea Traveler]: …Please, please be happy forever…

“Be happy…”

“Be happy…”

“Be happy…”