Chapter 1: Where Is My Big Sister!?

Above the Nine Heavens Divine Realm, beneath a resplendent starry sky.

A blue-haired少女 sat high upon a divine throne, gazing up at the cosmos, as a streak of pitch-black starlight cut across the drifting constellations.

“The turning point of the world has appeared, and the future is nothing but void.”

“I must take action.”

Within her azure eyes, countless stars flickered into existence and perished.

Her petite figure gradually dissipated from the throne.

“Wh… why did this happen?”

“N-no… it shouldn’t be like this!”

Inside a cozy student dormitory, a white-haired girl clutched her small head as she curled up on her bed, shaking it in disbelief.

“No, this is exactly how it should be!”

“Only this way is correct!”

A childish voice suddenly rang out in front of her, refuting her words.

Before the white-haired girl stretched a patch of darkness.

Within that ink-black void, a pair of crimson eyes emerged, casting a scarlet glow over her body.

“That’s wrong!”

“I clearly created a mature, elegant woman!”

“Your voice is even more childish than mine—this isn’t right!”

Bai Yuan simply couldn’t understand.

Her setting had been written clearly, stroke by stroke.

The protagonist of her spirit work was supposed to be a gentle, nurturing older sister filled with maternal warmth.

So how had she turned into a mass of black mist!?

“Master, didn’t you write it wrong?”

“Wasn’t I supposed to be a young dragon with black hair and red eyes?”

The black mist suddenly expanded, engulfing the entire bed as Mo Xiao approached the white-haired girl step by step.

She had returned.

Returned in another form.

This time, she would not repeat her mistakes.

In her previous life, she had been too soft-hearted, always listening to her master, Bai Yuan, and that had led to the final bad ending.

Fortunately, she had left herself a backup plan, granting herself a chance to start over.

Otherwise, her adorable master would have completely vanished from the river of history.

“There’s no way I wrote it wrong!”

“I wrote every single spirit character myself!”

“There’s absolutely no way there’s a mistake!”

Bai Yuan was certain of what she had written.

Closing her eyes, she ignored the encroaching black mist.

Her consciousness sank into her mind.

Though she insisted aloud that there was no mistake, inwardly she was uncertain and wanted to secretly confirm it.

Mo Xiao knew her master hadn’t actually written anything wrong.

Everything was the result of her own bug-like ability to alter settings.

She wasn’t a native being of the Spirit Creation World, but a traveler from a distant plane.

The modifier was a program from her computer two lifetimes ago, which had inexplicably followed her here.

Unfortunately, in her previous life, she had barely used it.

She couldn’t bear to change the settings Bai Yuan had painstakingly written.

But when Bai Yuan’s very existence was completely erased, she finally realized—

Following the rules of this world could never save her.

So in this life, she would rewrite every setting Bai Yuan had placed upon her.

Only the rules of another world could save her master, who was doomed to such a tragic fate.

Mo Xiao let out a quiet sigh.

Under her control, the black mist had already crawled onto Bai Yuan’s delicate body.

“Finished checking?”

“It really was your mistake, wasn’t it, Master?”

“After all, you’re the one who gave me this body.”

The black mist gathered behind Bai Yuan, gradually forming into a small girl with ink-black hair.

Her slender, pale arms wrapped around Bai Yuan from behind.

Her small dark head leaned close, and her soft pink lips gently brushed against Bai Yuan’s delicate, almost translucent ear.

A gentle voice slipped in alongside her warm breath.

The tips of Bai Yuan’s ears slowly flushed red.

Yet she made no response—this was merely her body’s instinctive reaction.

Her mind trembled violently as she looked upon the spirit characters she had written.

For a long time, she couldn’t recover.

She had really made a mistake!

And not just a small one—there were massive errors throughout the entire settings section.

Had she been out of her mind two hours ago!?

How could she possibly have written a protagonist who was an arrogant, lustful, perverted little girl!?

What she wanted was a refined, gentle, and considerate older sister!

A calm and nurturing woman with little worldly desire!

A big sister who could practically be her mother!

“Wuu…”

“I’m done for…”

“At the Spirit Creation Conference in two weeks, everyone’s definitely going to laugh at me…”

No…

Maybe they wouldn’t even spare her a glance.

Through their close connection, Mo Xiao could clearly feel her master’s sorrow.

Inside, she was delighted, the corners of her lips curving into an uncontrollable, adorable smile.

In her previous life, because of Bai Yuan’s settings, she had been forced into the role of a “mother” for a long time.

When she first transmigrated and realized she had become a big-breasted character, her heart had gone cold halfway.

After that, due to Bai Yuan’s settings, she could only shower her with endless affection—

It was practically like raising a daughter.

She had suddenly become a parent.

No—

A mother.

But in this life, she wouldn’t let Bai Yuan decide everything anymore.

All the changes she made were based on her own preferences from before transmigrating.

“Master really is such a useless little fish~”

“Even this could go wrong—ahahaha!”

Her arrogant laughter echoed beside Bai Yuan’s ears, snapping her back to reality.

Opening her eyes, she realized she was already tightly wrapped in black mist.

“Ah!?”

“Y-you… what are you trying to do!?”

“I’m not edible, you know—wu…”

Images of the dragon girl she had designed flashed through Bai Yuan’s mind.

She had always loved such elegant and powerful creatures, which was why she had chosen that setting.

But what she wanted was a gentle, charming dragon lady—

Not this dragon loli she had no idea how to deal with.

Overwhelmed by grief and shock, her vision went dark as she fainted.

Just before losing consciousness, she vaguely saw a pair of complex, crystalline red eyes.

“As expected of a useless master.”

“You fainted just like that.”

Mo Xiao shook her head and muttered softly.

Her master, Bai Yuan, had been frail since childhood.

From birth, she had suffered from a terminal illness known as White Paper Syndrome.

This illness wasn’t particularly rare in this world.

It was caused by contamination from the aura of the Nether Abyss, and could even be passed down genetically.

That was how Bai Yuan had inherited it.

This condition gradually reduced a person’s sense of existence—

Until they were completely erased from the world.

In its early stages, Bai Yuan’s presence had already begun to weaken.

The only way to delay it was to increase her sense of existence.

But in the previous life, no matter how much Mo Xiao tried to raise Bai Yuan’s presence, it was all in vain.

During the final divine war, they had been powerless to resist.

With a casual swipe from the God of Destruction, Bai Yuan was completely erased into nothingness.

At that time, Bai Yuan had already reached the level of a demigod—

A legendary spirit author.

And yet, it still wasn’t enough.

From that moment on, Mo Xiao understood—

Following the rules of this world would only lead to destruction at the hands of those who controlled them.

What she wanted was to transcend this world—

And prevent the inevitable war between the two gods.

In the previous life, Bai Yuan had stood on the side of the God of Creation.

But that god had never once bestowed its grace upon her.

And now, Mo Xiao had no intention of choosing sides again.

Relying on the God of Creation’s power could never resist White Paper Syndrome.

She needed to secretly turn those rules into her own.

“Sigh~”

“What a little fool.”

“And I was a big fool in my last life too!”

Mo Xiao supported Bai Yuan’s small head and gently rested it upon her soft, snow-white thighs.

Behind her, a slender dragon tail curled forward, wrapping around Bai Yuan’s delicate body.

The small dark figure gently stroked the soft white hair that spilled across the bed.

A trace of tenderness flickered within her crimson eyes.

In this life, she would never let Bai Yuan fade away again.

Lowering her head, her pink lips lightly brushed against Bai Yuan’s soft cheek like a dragonfly touching water.

She hadn’t come away from that brutal divine war empty-handed.

She had already found a way to stop it.

And that method required Bai Yuan to make a small sacrifice—

For example, finding the two gods…

And getting very, very close to them…