IBO -Chapter 43 The God of History – Previous Timeline

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“That’s right! How did these little lowlifes sneak in here? They’re not here to steal something, are they?”

A male worker beside them pulled an exaggerated face as he mocked the cubs.

The lead male worker rolled his eyes, his tone dripping with contempt. “Exactly! Who knows how these little lowlifes got in? Maybe they snuck in to steal my stuff! This world is really full of malice—now even thieves can just waltz in!”

“Boss is right! I’ll go search these little lowlifes right now, just in case they’ve stolen something!”

Another male worker rolled up his sleeves and strode toward the cubs.

Song Yiran was about to explode with anger. How could there be people so shameless? It was disgusting!

His legs trembling and soft like noodles, he was just about to rush over to protect the cubs when, the moment he lifted his foot, Saika stopped him.

Saika pressed him back and gave his shoulder a reassuring pat. “Don’t go. I’ll handle this. These people always rely on their seniority as old employees to bully newcomers. If you go, you’ll just get bullied along with them. I’ll deal with them. I’ve been working here longer than they have—when it comes to seniority, they can’t beat me.”

Just as that male worker’s hand was about to touch Song Yang, Song Buli immediately stepped in front of him, lifting his head and baring his teeth at the man.

The male worker sneered. “Yo, boss, look at that! This little lowlife even knows how to bare its teeth! Hahahaha!”

At that very moment, Saika kicked him squarely in the knee. The man immediately dropped to his knees, howling in pain.

Clutching his throbbing knee, the male worker looked up and cursed, “Aooow! My knee! Who the hell was that? Blind or what? How dare you kick me! Boss, you’ve gotta stand up for me!”

But after waiting for a long time, his boss still didn’t say a word.

This was bad—had they run into someone tough this time?

Cold sweat instantly beaded on the man’s forehead. Even his boss didn’t dare make a sound… could it be that person?

He stiffly raised his head, his movements jerky, like a rusted machine.

Sure enough, the person standing in front of him was exactly who he feared.

The male worker immediately plastered on a sycophantic smile. “Haha! So it’s Sister Saika! Oh my, sis, I was just joking around earlier. That kick you gave just now was perfect! The strength was so comfortable! My knee feels three years younger now!”

Saika crossed her arms and looked at him coldly. Then she snorted, lifted her leg, and kicked his other knee.

The man broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, but he still forced a fawning smile. “Hahaha, great kick! Amazing strength!”

Saika couldn’t be bothered to look at him anymore. She took a few steps forward and grabbed the “boss,” Sha Cha, who was hiding behind another lackey, dragging him out.

“Ow, ow, sis, what brings you here? I was just joking, really—just messing around. Please, spare me this once.”

Sha Cha clasped his hands together, his face piled with a stiff, forced smile.

“Joking?” Saika said. “Do you think that’s funny? How about I find a few people to strip you and search you on the spot too?”

She didn’t buy it at all and kicked Sha Cha straight in the butt.

There had already been some onlookers watching the commotion. Once Saika stepped in, even more people gathered.

When they saw Sha Cha get kicked in the backside by Saika, some of them burst out laughing on the spot.

Losing face in front of his underlings—and with so many people watching him get kicked—Sha Cha lost all dignity, inside and out.

Furious and humiliated, he roared, “Don’t push it too far! I’m telling you, if you really make me angry—”

“Hm?” Saika clenched her fist and gestured at him, deliberately showing off her thick biceps and fists as big as sandbags. “And what if I do make you angry?”

Sha Cha instantly wilted. He squeezed out another sycophantic smile. “Oh my, sis! I was just joking, really. How could I be angry? You hitting me—that’s my honor of three lifetimes!”

By then, Song Yiran had finally reached the scene on his trembling legs. He carefully scooped up the three cubs, holding them close and gently soothing them.

Saika pointed at Song Yiran and the cubs in his arms, then loudly announced to both the onlookers and Sha Cha’s group, “This person—and the little ones he’s holding—are under my, Saika’s, protection! From now on, whoever messes with them is messing with me!”

“Sis, thank you!” Song Yiran thanked Saika while holding the cubs. If not for her stepping in today, things would have ended very differently.

Saika patted his shoulder. “This is nothing! Stick with your sis, and I guarantee you won’t lose out!”

She glanced at the cubs a few times, then spoke earnestly to Song Yiran. “These little ones aren’t related to you by blood, right? I know you’re kind-hearted. Since you’ve decided to raise them, you must have your own considerations…”

“I won’t say much more. Raising kids is a hassle—and expensive, too. If you ever need my help with anything in the future, just say the word!”

“Thank you, sis!” Song Yiran was so moved he could hardly put it into words. There really are still more good people than bad in this world! QAQ

“Let’s add each other on our lightbrains. If anything comes up, just give sis a call.” Saika pulled up her lightbrain interface and added Song Yiran as a contact.

Saika raised an eyebrow when she saw Song Yiran’s nickname. “Yo! Kid, this name of yours is pretty good—looks quite interesting.”

“Sis, your name is super badass too!”

Song Yiran wasn’t deliberately flattering her. Saika’s nickname was [The Green Rose Emperor of the Purple Rose Empire]—it really was domineering, and fit her temperament perfectly.

Song Yiran looked at Saika’s figure with envy. She was tall and powerfully built; just her arms alone were thicker than his thighs.

“Sis, you’ve got such a great physique! I don’t even know if I’ll ever be able to train myself to be as strong as you in this lifetime…”

Song Yiran sighed. If he could be as strong as Saika, he wouldn’t be afraid of any bad people—one comes, he beats one; two come, he beats a pair.

Seeing the dejected young man in front of her, Saika reached out her big hand and ruffled Song Yiran’s hair. “Kid, don’t stuff so many things into your heart. A person’s heart is small—put too much in it, and it gets full.”

“Sure, your physique can’t compare to mine, but that doesn’t mean you’re weak. As long as you train diligently, your strength can be just as formidable!”

“I understand! Thank you, sis!”

After Saika’s encouragement, Song Yiran felt his heart fill with fighting spirit.

That’s right—even if he didn’t have a body as strong as Saika’s, that didn’t mean he was weak!

As long as he worked hard at training, one day he too would possess great strength!

They waved goodbye to each other at the mine entrance, then headed off toward their respective homes.

The wind was a bit strong that night, cold as it brushed against his body. But the cubs in Song Yiran’s arms radiated a steady warmth, and he felt as though something had filled the hollow emptiness inside him.

With trembling legs, Song Yiran held the cubs tightly and slowly made his way toward the nursery.

“Let’s go—we’re going home!” Though he was physically exhausted, he felt spiritually fulfilled. He had already found the precious treasure of his life.

555 flew along in the air beside Song Yiran when, suddenly, he heard a strange sound—half-real, half-illusory, sometimes vague, sometimes clear, like someone whispering.

[History… repeating… deduction… accident… irreversible…]

555 stopped and scanned the surroundings thoroughly, but detected no suspicious lifeforms or objects.

Noticing that 555 hadn’t followed, Song Yiran asked, “555, what’s wrong?”

555 shook his head. It was probably just his imagination. He quickly turned back to follow Song Yiran. “It’s nothing—I just zoned out for a moment~”

Song Yiran chatted casually with 555. “555, do you usually play games?”

“I do! But I’ve got clumsy hands—I need walkthroughs to clear them.”

555 felt a bit embarrassed. Even though he was a system, he didn’t have any particular advantage when it came to gaming.

Curious about 555’s social circle, Song Yiran asked, “555, do you have any friends you’re close with?”

“Of course! Like 555—she’s my good friend!” 555 lifted his head proudly. He and 555 got along really well~

“555, your history department sounds so high-end. Who created it in the first place?”

As soon as this came up, 555’s floodgates opened. His eyes sparkled like stars, and his tone was filled with worship. “It was the great God of History!”

“She created the history department back then—and even we systems were created by her own hand!”

“She created the very first few systems. Ordinary systems like me were manufactured by the system factory according to the blueprints she left behind!”

“You could say that without her, there would be no systems at all!”

“She is the great God of History. She holds the histories of countless worlds in her grasp! Every single history—she knows them all!”

“She is the mother of history! She is the deity who governs history! She is also the mother of all systems!”

“She is the King—the one and only sovereign in the long river of history! She is our mother, the mother of all histories! Nothing can ever shake her status!”

“She is the king of kings, the embodiment of all nobility!”

“In the river of time, beneath the surging waves of history, only she—only she—forever watches over everything in the world! Even if all things fade away, she will exist eternally within history!”

“She is a benevolent god, a noble god. Between heaven and earth, there is no existence more exalted than her!”

“All who disrespect her will prostrate themselves at her feet. All sinners will feel utterly ashamed before her. No one can look directly upon her majesty! Her divine name resounds throughout all of history!”

This was the first time Song Yiran had ever seen 555 like this. He looked exactly like a fanatical believer.

“Since there’s a God of History, are there other gods as well?”

“Of course! Like the God of Earth, the God of the Sky, the God of Life—but none of them can compare to even a single strand of the God of History’s hair! The God of History is the strongest!”

555 looked utterly proud, as if all the other gods were insignificant nobodies.

Song Yiran understood now—555 was a die-hard, fanatical little superfan of the God of History.