Chapter 2: Just What Kind of Strange Character Did I Even Write!?

Lying on the pink bed, Bai Yuan suddenly snapped her eyes open.

A trace of confusion lingered within her heterochromatic pupils—one white, one black.

She raised a small hand and rubbed her eyes.

Not seeing that terrifying figure, she parted her lips slightly and let out a soft sigh of relief.

That must have been a dream just now.

That nightmare had been far too frightening.

“Hoho~ so the useless master finally woke up.”

“I just finished making dinner—shall I feed you?”

A petite figure in a white apron suddenly entered Bai Yuan’s vision.

Behind that small, delicate body swayed an ink-black dragon tail, and on her exquisitely cute face rested a faintly mischievous smile.

Mo Xiao was not a purely constructed spirit creation.

She had her own thoughts and wasn’t entirely bound by her settings, though they still influenced her behavior to some extent.

Over the long years of her previous life, taking care of Bai Yuan had become almost instinctual.

Even now, with her settings altered, certain habits remained.

She herself was aware of this.

If she truly wanted to change, she could forcefully override it—but she felt there was no need.

That girl, Bai Yuan, simply needed to be taken care of.

Bai Yuan shook her head in disbelief.

What was going on?

For a moment just now, she thought she had sensed a hint of maternal warmth from this cheeky little loli.

“Still shaking your head?”

“With that attitude, you don’t want to eat?”

“Hehe~”

Before Bai Yuan could react, she suddenly felt something wrap around her waist.

Her body, which had just sat up on the bed, was abruptly lifted into the air.

“Ah!?”

“Put me down!”

“That’s not what I meant—I want to eat, I really do!”

Suddenly airborne, Bai Yuan’s face turned pale with fright.

She grabbed the slender dragon tail around her waist and tried to pry it off, but it was completely useless.

“Wuu…”

“Aren’t you my spirit creation?”

“Why won’t you listen to me, your author!?”

Her small face filled with grievance as tears dripped down with soft pat pat sounds.

Pouting, she voiced her protest.

Why?

Naturally, it was because nearly all the settings on Mo Xiao now were written by herself, not Bai Yuan.

Although the two still shared a core connection, disobeying Bai Yuan’s commands was no longer difficult for Mo Xiao.

To Mo Xiao, the Spirit Creation World was incredibly strange.

Humans here could borrow the divine power of the God of Creation.

At the age of sixteen, one would create their own unique spirit work.

Once the foundational character settings were completed, the God of Creation’s power would give birth to a book spirit.

A being like Mo Xiao.

Book spirits were somewhat like guardian spirits, protecting their creators.

Afterward, spirit authors would continue writing and refining their works, strengthening their book spirits.

From the moment Bai Yuan created Mo Xiao, she was considered a first-rank spirit author.

Of course, spirit authors weren’t the only profession in this world.

Any occupation that created works using inspiration functioned in a similar way.

For convenience, all professions shared a unified ranking system—

From Rank One to Rank Nine, and the legendary Rank Ten: Demigod.

“Why?”

“Well, that’s because Master is such a useless little fish~”

“Pfft pfft~“

Mo Xiao extended her dragon tail, tied Bai Yuan up, and tossed her onto the living room sofa before retracting it.

Covering her mouth with her small, pale hands, she laughed mercilessly.

But the moment she finished laughing, her face flushed bright red.

This wasn’t something she wanted to do—

It was just that her settings were this bratty, making her act exactly like a smug little gremlin.

Oh no.

She might have gone too far.

Mo Xiao looked at Bai Yuan on the sofa, who had curled up while hugging her slender legs, silently crying.

“Uh…”

“Why are you crying already?”

“Don’t cry—let’s eat dinner.”

“Master, don’t you remember your own settings?”

“A little dragon girl’s cooking skills are supposed to be excellent!”

Since she was the one who made her cry, she could only comfort her herself.

Fortunately, Mo Xiao had plenty of experience—she knew Bai Yuan was a foodie, and that a bit of praise could easily cheer her up.

“I’m not a little dragon girl…”

“I clearly set you as a gentle big sister…”

“Wuu…”

Bai Yuan muttered weakly through her tears.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to be.

She had spent a whole year gathering materials, and over half a year carefully conceptualizing this character.

Yet the book spirit she created turned out completely different from what she had imagined.

She simply couldn’t accept it.

She even began to doubt whether her talent was too poor—

Perhaps even the God of Creation refused to acknowledge her.

Mo Xiao pouted slightly.

Just how obsessed was this girl with big-breasted older sisters?

She was still muttering about it even now…

“Isn’t a gentle little loli fine?”

“I’m gentle too, you know.”

Her tail swayed as she walked over to serve food for her master.

With a lifetime of experience, Mo Xiao had already adapted quite well to this world.

When she first transmigrated, she had been terrified for quite a while.

Becoming someone else’s book spirit meant having no personal freedom.

Her entire existence would be bound to her creator.

Even her life was linked—

If Bai Yuan died, she would disappear as well.

Fortunately, her creator was an adorable little girl.

If it had been a man, she might have despaired enough to end herself back then.

Bai Yuan watched Mo Xiao’s actions of serving food with a strange expression.

That wasn’t how she had written her settings at all.

It would be strange if her book spirit could be this gentle.

She sniffled, holding back a runny nose.

But the moment she caught the aroma from the dining table, her attention immediately shifted.

Three dishes, full of color, fragrance, and flavor, were placed neatly on the table.

She froze after just one glance.

They looked so delicious that she unconsciously swallowed.

Only then did she recall—

There was indeed such a setting.

Because she wanted a character who could act like a mother, she had designed her to be highly caring, skilled in cooking and household chores.

When she had checked earlier, these were among the few parts that hadn’t been written incorrectly.

Thinking about it now, her expression turned complicated.

This was way too strange, wasn’t it!?

An arrogant, overbearing little loli…

Who was also incredibly domestic and caring?

Just what kind of bizarre character had she created!?

“What are you still staring at?”

“If you don’t want to eat, I’ll finish everything myself.”

Mo Xiao wanted to show concern for her master, but the words that came out turned into something completely different—arrogant to the extreme.

Bai Yuan, who had just started to feel there might still be hope, immediately became unhappy again.

This was clearly her book spirit—

Yet her attitude was so terrible, and she didn’t listen at all.

Seeing that the tiny girl, who was ten centimeters shorter than herself, had already started eating heartily, Bai Yuan couldn’t care about anything else.

If she didn’t eat now, there’d be nothing left for her.

After dinner, Bai Yuan finally accepted reality.

Once settings were written, rewriting them was extremely difficult.

She didn’t know if she would ever get the chance to change them.

But life still had to go on.

She ran to the kitchen doorway and secretly peeked at the little girl standing on a stool, washing dishes.

Her gaze was quickly drawn to the constantly swaying dragon tail.

The tail was slender and long.

Its base was hidden beneath clothing, with a maximum diameter of about ten centimeters.

The scales glimmered with a cold sheen, ink-black in color, and even the fine hairs on it were black.

There was no doubt—this was a black dragon hatchling.

Bai Yuan’s gaze shifted to the little girl’s black hair, and a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes.

Where were her dragon horns?

It seemed she hadn’t seen any from the very beginning.

Could it be because she was still too young?

After placing the last dish away, Mo Xiao’s body suddenly dissolved into a thick mist and surged into Bai Yuan’s chest.

Still stunned, Bai Yuan then heard a series of thud thud knocks coming from outside the door.

Back within the spirit space inside Bai Yuan’s mind, Mo Xiao floated barefoot upon a vast ink-colored sea.

Her small face was filled with confusion.

Something wasn’t right.

In her previous life, no one had come knocking on her master’s door at this time.

A girl afflicted with White Paper Syndrome was practically invisible to society.

Months could pass without anyone knocking on her door.

Mo Xiao’s expression darkened.

Something was definitely off.

Could it be that her rebirth had changed something?