IBO -Chapter 49 Fate – Previous Timeline

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At that moment, a white-haired youth suddenly appeared on the rooftop platform.

She reached out and grabbed the back collar of Song Yiran’s shirt, making it slightly hard for him to breathe.

Soon, the youth lightly lifted Song Yiran and jumped down to the ground with ease.

Song Yiran’s collar was finally freed. He patted his chest, still in shock. “Oh my god, that was close! I almost fell!”

Turning around, he thanked the white-haired youth who had saved him once again. “Thank you so much! You saved me again!”

The youth didn’t say a word. Her cold gaze swept over the wreckage of the ladder on the ground.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, Song Yiran scratched the back of his head. “I tried to be cheap and spent 5 credit points on a four-handed ladder, but I didn’t expect it to be so poorly made…”

The youth didn’t respond. Like last time, she turned to leave, but this time Song Yiran called out to her.

“Wait! I still don’t know your name. You’re my lifesaver, yet I don’t even know your name. I’m Song Yiran. What’s your name?”

“Guang.”

Seizing the opportunity, Song Yiran said, “Sis, that’s a really nice name! By the way, the jacket you left here last time is still with me. Once I wash it, I can bring it to you. If you live far away, I can send it to you after washing. Or I can wash it, put it in a box, and leave it in the yard, so you can pick it up whenever you have time.”

“Leave it in the yard. I’ll come get it.”

With that, Guang disappeared.

Song Fu let out a wail, “Waaah, just now, brother almost fell!”

The other two little ones didn’t cry, but their faces were filled with worry as they looked at Song Yiran.

Song Yiran’s heart softened immediately. He gently wiped Song Fu’s tears and then patted each of the three little ones on the head.

“Sorry for making you worry. From now on, I won’t try to be cheap. Cheap things really aren’t worth it.”

Once the little ones’ emotions stabilized, they clung closely to Song Yiran, as if afraid he might get into another accident.

Song Yiran sighed to 555, “Thankfully someone saved me this time, or I’d have fallen badly. There really are good people in the world!”

“Indeed. But you should still complain about that unscrupulous seller first. I told you not to be cheap, but you insisted! See, cheap things really aren’t worth it!” 555 reminded him.

Angry, Song Yiran confronted the seller for a refund. But the seller stubbornly denied any fault:

“This has nothing to do with me. The item was fine before I sent it. You used it improperly.”

Fuming at the seller’s excuse, Song Yiran took screenshots and requested platform intervention.

In the end, the platform forced the seller to refund him and also compensated him for emotional distress and lost work, totaling 3,005 credit points.

Additionally, the platform required the seller to publicly apologize online.

Seeing 3,005 fresh credit points in his account, and the previously stubborn seller apologizing online, Song Yiran felt: Awesome! 🙂

Suddenly remembering, the room had a bed but no blankets or pillows.

Now that he had some money, he bought a four-piece bedding set online.

He also planned to buy clothes for the little ones. With some money, buying clothes was no longer a problem.

But he was disappointed to find that no clothing store had clothes suitable for the little ones. The shops were full of options, but only for humanoid children.

Previously, he couldn’t fully understand the little ones’ situation in society, but now he completely understood.

Their situation was so tough that even specialized clothing wasn’t available.

Still, he didn’t give up. If there were no clothes, he would buy other things for them.

In the end, he bought a few bibs and some toy yellow ducks.

Why did the interstellar era even have toy yellow ducks? Maybe the little yellow duck was just too popular.

“Let’s go! Brother will give you a bath and make you all nice and clean~”

Song Yiran happily carried the little ones to the bath.

He first let the bathtub fill automatically, then had the little ones test the water with their paws.

Adults and children have different perceptions of temperature. What he felt was comfortable might not be for the little ones. So he had them try it themselves.

After getting their approval, he placed each little one in the tub, wet their fur with plain water, and then applied shower gel to make bubbles.

Before long, the tub was full of bubbles, which attracted Song Fu.

Such beautiful bubbles! What would they taste like? He opened his mouth to bite one and immediately made a grimace—so bitter!

After bathing all three little ones, Song Yiran lifted them out and placed them on the floor, then let the bathtub drain automatically.

During this time, the cubs also witnessed the magical sight of the bathtub scrubbing itself clean. Their mouths all formed perfect little “O” shapes in astonishment.

Next, Song Yiran filled the tub with water again and placed the cubs inside, gently washing the bubbles off their bodies.

After thoroughly cleaning them, he pressed the drying button. Warm air quickly blew over them, drying all their fur.

Now the cubs looked clean and fresh. After the bath, all of their fur was incredibly fluffy—like walking dandelions—and they smelled nice, too.

Song Yiran carried the freshly bathed cubs back to the room, just as his light-brain notified him that his delivery had arrived.

He placed the cubs on the bed. “Be good and wait here for Big brother for a bit, okay? The bedding set Big brother bought has arrived. Tonight we can sleep under soft blankets!

“Big brother also bought you little bibs and toys, but it’s too late today. I’ll show them to you tomorrow.”

The cubs all nodded together. “Okay~”

Song Yiran rushed to the front gate at top speed, hugged the box, and ran straight back.

After returning to the room, he made the bed as fast as he could, then placed the cubs onto the freshly made bed and tucked them in.

He patted their heads. “Big brother is going to take a shower. You go to sleep early.”

Carrying the newly bought clothes and the building repair compound, Song Yiran went to the bathroom. Before showering, he first needed to patch up the damaged walls in the bathroom and kitchen.

After fixing all the walls, he washed his hair and showered at top speed. Once he finished drying himself, he changed into the new clothes.

Even though the clothes only cost 9.9 credit points, the quality seemed pretty decent.

Next came laundry time. To show respect to his benefactor, he let Guang’s coat enjoy the luxury of having the entire washing machine to itself.

After the coat was washed and dried, he took out an empty delivery box, carefully folded the coat, placed it inside, closed the box, and set it in the courtyard.

Only then did he toss his own changed-out clothes into the washing machine. After washing them, he fished them out and returned to the room to rest.

There was a wardrobe in the room, but it was covered in a thick layer of dust. He’d clean it another time when he had the chance.

He took out an empty delivery box and put his own clothes inside.

Then he climbed onto the bed as quietly as possible, afraid of disturbing the cubs’ rest. But when he turned his head, three pairs of round eyes were staring right at him.

Warmth spread through Song Yiran’s chest. “Were you waiting for Big brother?”

“We wanted to wait for Big brother to come back before going to sleep.”

Song Yiran slipped into the warm blankets. The cubs slept on the inner side, while he slept on the outer side.

He turned his head and asked them, “Do you want to hear Big brother tell a bedtime story?”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Once upon a time, in a castle, there lived a king. She possessed countless riches, and her kingdom was the wealthiest of all.”

“But she still felt that she was missing something. What was she missing? The king was troubled by this question for a long time.”

“One day, a rather famous wizard came to this kingdom.”

“She requested an audience with the king and said to her, ‘Oh, honorable King, I have brought you the sharpest sword in the world. Please allow me to present it to you!’

“The king smiled and said…”

The cubs gradually fell asleep. Song Yiran gently tucked in their blankets and whispered softly, “Good night. May your dreams be filled with flowers and candies.”

He didn’t forget about 555 either. “555, good night. I hope you have sweet dreams!”

“Song Yiran, good night! I hope you have sweet dreams too!”

**System World, History Department, Mission Hall**

At this moment, all the systems in the mission hall had already gotten off work. The last system to leave turned off the lights in the hall.

And yet, in what should have been an empty hall, a system suddenly darted out—it was none other than 555.

555 crept toward the time-travel machine, nervously clutching her tiny little hands.

She was going to save 555. 555 wasn’t very smart to begin with—who knew, maybe she was trapped in the mission world crying her eyes out right now.

She and 555 were good friends. She had to save 555.

Before carrying out the mission, 555 had sent her the coordinates of the mission world. 555 planned to use those coordinates to locate the mission world and fish 555 out of it.

555 stretched out her trembling little hand and entered the coordinates into the time-travel machine.

Just as she was about to press the start button, a sudden sound of footsteps came from behind her—“tap, tap, tap…”

It was over. 555’s face turned ashen. Ordinary systems didn’t have humanoid forms. In the History Department, the only one with a humanoid form was…

555 guiltily turned around. Standing before her was the head of their department—111.

111 clapped her hands and casually praised her. “555, you’ve really put on quite a show for me. But it’s time for the curtain to fall.”

Then all the lights in the hall lit up, and the security systems behind 111 swarmed forward, subduing 555.

555 was taken to the confinement chamber, where she would face a one-month period of solitary confinement.

Now only 111 remained in the hall. She revealed a playful smile at the time-travel machine, though her gaze seemed to pierce through it, staring into some distant time and space.

“Dear Mother,” she murmured, “very soon, you’ll be able to see…”

**Planet A, A City, outskirts.**

Guang sat by a campfire, roasting meat. Fat dripped into the flames, producing a crackling, popping sound.

Along with it came the aroma of meat being roasted at high temperature.

“You are… destined… you must… cannot change… history… you are… hurry… fate…”

The meat was done. She expressionlessly took a bite of the roast, while the voice continued to echo around her ears. “Fate… you… destined… cannot… history…”

So noisy.

Guang had already grown somewhat irritated by the voice that kept chattering in her ear.

The next moment, her attention was drawn to another voice in her mind. “Sister, please…”

Guang took another bite of the meat. The flavor was a bit bland, so she sprinkled some more seasoning on it.

She ignored the voice lingering around her ears and instead responded to the voice in her mind, “Fine, I agree. But how far I go depends on my mood.”