Mini World Game Console-Chapter 710 - 711 Alarm

What does it feel like to undergo a Spiritual Exchange?

Suddenly, this peculiar thought popped into Ren Suo's mind. He decided that he must ask Ren Han about it next time he summoned him or if he happened to run into him at the tavern.

Because Ren Suo was beginning to suspect that he was undergoing a Spiritual Exchange.

When he merged with Sony previously, Ren Suo didn't feel anything special. He devoured Sony in an instant and seamlessly obtained all of Sony's memory, thought, and physical programs, as naturally as water blending into water.

If merging with Sony was like installing Sony's solid-state drive into himself, then merging with his sister was like slowly copying the programs and data from her drive and then transferring them into his own heart.

This transfer process gave Ren Suo a very subtle feeling, as if he were drifting in a sea of memories and emotions—exhilarating and at the same time comforting, like warming oneself by a fire.

If he had to describe it, he felt as if his sister had unilaterally given him a Spiritual Exchange, or had he unilaterally given her one?

If it was indeed a Spiritual Exchange, then who was the active party and who was passive?

Considering his sister must be feeling nothing right now since Ren Suo hadn't copied any of his information to her, he would be the active party, right?

Yet, Ren Suo hadn't conducted any effective output towards his sister. Instead, he wholly accepted all of her output. So was his sister the active party?

Ren Suo was very confused, so he planned to ask Ren Han for a clear definition of Spiritual Exchange later. Otherwise, he would always feel a bit strange about it.

It wasn't like he would feel unable to face his sister. After all, this was a matter of survival, a dire necessity. Besides, his sister likely felt nothing, while Ren Suo alone found great happiness in it, and his sister didn't suffer any real loss.

If he had to say, it felt like watching his sister in a pretty little dress, pure white stockings, sitting on the couch like a duck, her ponytail swaying gently, as her delicate hands—

—defeated the Corrupted Monk, a boss Ren Suo just couldn't beat.

Even though Ren Suo had nothing to do with the process and was just watching his sister play the game, it still felt thrilling.

If this was indeed confirmed as a Spiritual Exchange, Ren Suo would definitely have to thank his sister with a 'Thanks for the hospitality,' and gain another memory to tease her with: "Haha, the first and only person you've ever spiritually exchanged with in your life is me, Ren Suo!"

Ren Suo had teased her in this way just now: "Haha, the first man to ever wash your poopy underpants is your big brother!"—truly a case of 'defeating a thousand enemies at the cost of eight hundred of one's own', leaving both siblings embarrassed.

But isn't that the essence of having siblings? Holding all of each other's dark secrets, despising and helping one another on regular days, witnessing all of each other's changes due to being so close, engraving indelible marks on each other's lives through the years, where even the darkest secrets become memories worth reminiscing about.

It seemed that once the transfer reached a certain threshold, Ren Suo had begun to load a small part of Ren Xingmei's soul and memory program, and it had started operating.

What flashed by was a kaleidoscope of memories, along with a hazy sense of happiness and curiosity.

They were the memories from Ren Xingmei's childhood.

Ren Suo had now blocked his own thoughts and memories because otherwise, he would confuse his own memories with those of his sister. If he didn't shield himself, Ren Suo felt there was a high probability he would end up with a blurred sense of gender, or perhaps even feel the urge to cross-dress or to try sanitary pads to see if they indeed gave one the flying sensation advertised on television.

In truth, these were minor concerns. What Ren Suo was truly afraid of was the possibility of having his brain overwhelmed with so many memories that it turned to jam, potentially leading to a mental breakdown or even insanity.

Even though Ren Xingmei was younger than him, Ren Suo didn't believe that the life he had frivolously spent could accommodate the sensitive and intelligent inner world of his sister—Ren Suo had always been proud of her. She was smarter than him, better at socializing, and could even carry him in games.

There were so few opportunities to tease her. So, to maintain his dignity as an older brother, Ren Suo naturally had to grasp more of his sister's dark secrets. Although the methods were dubious and the purpose somewhat despicable, Ren Suo simply wished to deliver a perfect counter-attack the next time she laughed at him, leaving her utterly defeated.

Did Ren Suo not even have the right to such a little happiness? If he constantly used the story of him washing her underpants back in primary school as an attack, it would lose its effect one day…

Embracing the beautiful anticipation of gathering material, Ren Suo bathed in Ren Xingmei's past, swiftly skimming through her life from her perspective.

Memories and emotions from infancy were scarce; even the memories themselves were fragmented and incomplete, scattered with mere curiosity, a sense of comfort, and the uncomfortable feeling of sticky poop under 'her' bottom.

In a vague haze, Ren Suo saw two figures. He knew they were his parents, but the image was so blurry that he could not see any details, only remembering the warmth and happiness in their embrace, and the babble of 'BA BA' 'MA MA' when 'she' first began to speak.

Then came more fragmented memories, bizarre streaks of light, and...intense pain.

Images in the memory plunged into chaos, and an indescribable sadness surged up, making him want to wail uncontrollably.

After an unknown amount of time, the images started to become clear again. Ren Suo found the 'self' he was experiencing—baby Ren Xingmei—lying back in the warm crib, sucking on her little fingers. Beside the crib, a robust little boy was looking at 'her'.

He ran out and came back, prying 'my' fingers open and stuffing his own finger into 'my' mouth, saying, "Try this! Tasty!"

'I' licked it. It felt a bit salty. 'I' smacked 'my' lips and flailed 'my' little arms, babbling a few sounds.

"Tasty, right? I scraped it off a senbei rice cracker," the boy giggled. "Eh? Want more? But there's none left… Ah, try this instead!"

The boy ran out again and stuffed a chili oil-coated finger into 'my' mouth. 'I' instantly felt as if 'my' mouth had exploded and burst out crying, "WAAAH!" This left the boy completely flustered. "Doesn't Lao Gan Ma taste good? I always mix it with rice…?"

Hearing 'my' crying, a young, pretty woman wearing an apron immediately walked in.

She sighed at the boy and expertly picked up a feather duster. "Bullying your sister gets ten hits. You know the rules, right? If you obediently pull down your own pants, I'll hit you two fewer times."

"No, I didn't bully my sister! She's crying because she's moved! You see people cry in 'God of Cookery' when they eat the Sorrowful Soul-Stealing Rice—"

"What did you feed your sister?"

"Senbei powder, and Lao Gan Ma too!"

"Feeding your sister chili? That adds to your offense. If you pull down your pants now, I can still limit it to eight hits."

"WAH! It stinks! Sister did a poopy!" the boy suddenly shouted. The woman came over to check 'my' condition. The boy seized the opportunity, blurring into an afterimage as he tried to run away, but the woman, seeming to have eyes in the back of her head, caught him by the collar of his clothes.

"Still daring to lie!"

"No, I wasn't! I was just concerned about my sister's metabolism—"

"Well, well, your Chinese class is paying off, huh? Since you're so concerned about your sister, from now on, you can deal with it when she pooh-poohs."

"Just you wait! Once I get the Ultraman Transformation Device, I'll…"

"I won't give you any allowance. Let's see how you buy that Ultraman Transformation Device then."

Watching the boy being spanked by the woman until he was crying out WAH WAH, 'I' stood up, leaned against the edge of the crib, laughing HA HA HA and even clapping 'my' hands gleefully. After a short while, the boy shouted, "That's eight! Eight hits! You're going back on your word!"

"Your sister is applauding. Hitting you a few extra times is for your own good."

...

"Come on, this is how you play with this."

The little boy took out a white packet the size of his fingertip from the box, slammed it hard on the ground, and it exploded with a POP, scaring 'me' so much that 'I' hid behind him.

"Yep, that's how it's done. Just throw the pop-its on the ground." The little boy handed the box to 'me'. Then he pulled out several torpedo firecrackers, each as big as a mantou, and even took out a lighter. "You play with the pop-its; I'm gonna go blow up the pond!"

'I,' still confused, murmured an 'oh' and quickly finished off a box of pop-its. Following the little boy, 'I' watched as he lit the fuse of the little torpedoes and threw them into a stinky ditch in the neighborhood, then hid behind some cover, waiting for the ditch to be blasted with water shooting high into the air.

Once, while 'I' was hiding, 'I' bumped into Little Fatty. He pushed 'me' to the ground, took out pop-its, and smashed them beside 'me'. 'I' was so scared 'I' almost cried, but Little Fatty just laughed HA HA HA. "Hurry up and go home! I hate little girls the most! All they do is cry and don't know how to play. No fun at all!"

Suddenly, the SIZZLING sound of fireworks came from behind Little Fatty. Then Little Fatty yelped, OWOOO, and ran away. 'I' saw the little boy, holding a bunch of fireworks spewing sparks, chasing after Little Fatty like a dragon-slaying warrior wielding a treasured sword.

Little Fatty screamed miserably as he was scorched. He ran over to apologize to 'me' and then went back to tell on us to his parents. Although the little boy was also beaten by his mother afterward, he didn't care. He even proudly told 'me' that he should have lit three bunches of fireworks—one held in his mouth and two in his hands. If he had used his ultimate move, "Three Thousand Worlds," he definitely could've finished Little Fatty off in an instant…

'I' nodded eagerly, MM-HMM, and joyfully snuggled up to him to sleep.

...

"Look at what this is!"

In the hospital, a boy in a school uniform took out a beautiful machine with a white case, like a piece of art. 'I' blinked. "A game console?"

"Exactly, it's a PSP!" the boy chuckled. "There are so many games with great graphics, and they're really fun to play!"

'I' said, "Oh?" then asked, "Are you going to let me play?"

"Of course not! You watch me play," the boy said decisively. "This took me ages of begging Mom to get!"

"Oh…" 'I' pouted and continued to look at 'my' picture book.

"This way I won't be bored while I'm with you in the hospital," the boy said while playing. "The games in here are really fun. As long as I can play PSP, I can definitely stay with you until you're discharged."

'I' thought for a moment, hummed in agreement, and leaned closer to watch the boy play.

After watching for a while, 'I' couldn't help but say, "You have to dodge immediately when it raises its paw; otherwise, you won't have time to dodge."

"Don't do the third strike, or you'll definitely get hit."

"Quick, go sharpen your weapon, or else your attacks won't do any damage."

Watching his character get killed three times and completely failing the mission, the boy looked at 'me' dejectedly. "With all that talk, if you're so good, you do it."

"Let me try."

...

Walking into the teenager's room, 'I' found him sprawled on the bed like a dead fish, lifelessly staring at the ceiling.

'I' immediately saw he must be troubled. Without asking him, 'I' switched on his computer and started playing games. After about ten minutes, the boy finally couldn't contain himself and whispered, "Hey, hey, Little Sister, I have a friend…"

'I' rolled my eyes but didn't make any sarcastic comment. 'I' just kept playing games as usual and asked, feigning indifference, "Oh? What about your friend?"

I mustn't show that I care, or he definitely won't talk. Silly adolescent boys are all like that; they want others to care about them, but not too much.

"Well, my friend, he… he… confessed to his deskmate."

My mouse twitched, and I used the wrong skill. I continued to ask nonchalantly, "His deskmate is a girl?"

"Uh-huh, my friend is a guy. Today, they were both on cleaning duty. After school, when all the classmates had left, he took the initiative to hold her hand and asked her if she could, you know, what…"

"And then she rejected him?"

"Yeah, I don't even know how my… I don't know how that friend managed to finish cleaning duty."

The boy sighed. "How's he going to face school now? It's so embarrassing."

'I' thought about it seriously, nodded, and said, "That is troublesome. Some girls tell their friends about this kind of thing. Sigh, I guess your friend is going to become a laughingstock."

The boy looked as if he'd been struck by lightning. "Then… then what should he do?"

"As long as he's not afraid of being laughed at, then it doesn't matter."

'I' said, feigning casualness, "Actually, dating during school is troublesome. It's not about issues like puppy love, but if you two don't get along and break up, yet you're still in the same class, it'll be very awkward later."

"Yeah, that's right… So maybe wait until college…"

"It's best to consider dating only after you start working. When you have money, you can afford it both financially and time-wise. Plus, your parents definitely won't object, right?"

"Hmm… that's true…"

'I' secretly breathed a sigh of relief, paused the game, went over and lay down beside the boy, asking casually, "Your… your friend's deskmate, is she pretty?"

"…Can't say she's pretty. Just an ordinary person?" the boy scratched his head. "Maybe feelings just developed over time?"

"But if you were to date, you might not have much time to play games, huh. Saturdays and Sundays for dates, and after school, you'd have to go shopping and chat…"

The boy nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah, then there'd be no time for games…"

"Fancy a game of King of Fighters?"

"Sure!" The boy sprang up from the bed. "Turn on the cheats! Infinite energy!"

Watching the boy quickly start up the game, 'I' couldn't help but giggle, HEE HEE, sitting next to him with a grin all over 'my' face.

Yes, this is good.

Having just me by your side is enough.

Wait until I'm in high school, wait until I'm in college, wait until I'm an adult… and then we'll be… free.

"Hm?!" Ren Suo's core program issued an alert.