Starry Sky: My Life Star God, starting reward Ruan Mei

A digital life form is manipulating data while performing external operations through a screen, perhaps because directly controlling other players would result in them being utterly crushed and unable to fight back.

As for this physical entity that can be formed from energy, Yin Yue said it was a birthday gift given to her by Bai Yan.

Kafka turned her gaze away from Silver Moon.

She took out her phone, browsing through the latest coat designs, and chatted with Silver Wolf: "It's starting soon, are you ready?"

"Of course, I..."

Silver Wolf continued playing the game without looking up, then suddenly changed his tune, angrily saying, "I lost! It's all Kafka's fault for talking to me just now."

Silver Moon couldn't help but laugh out loud and covered her mouth.

Kafka chuckled, "Alright, alright, it's all my fault."

Everything here remains the same as always.

But everyone knew that a torrential rain was coming.

If it weren't for the script provided by Elio, the fact that the other party hadn't hidden their identity from Silver Wolf, and the confirmation from Silver Moon, Kafka and the others would have found it hard to believe Bai Yan's true identity.

Next, she and Silver Wolf will face the Star God.

This might sound shocking, but in reality, the crew members of the Black Tower Space Station face the Star God every day, occasionally joking around with him and discussing gossip about him and Ms. Ruan Mei after meals.

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In the blink of an eye, several days have passed.

The restless life forms began to approach the Black Tower space station.

The staff member in charge of observation in the main control module has already noticed something amiss.

Bai Yan and Ruan Mei were sitting in his office as usual, except that Yin Yue blocked their signals and locked the office door.

Estelle's plea for help won't reach here; the Black Tower won't respond to her. Her plea will only be conveyed to the nameless passengers of the Star Train.

Bai Yan simultaneously sensed the coordinates of all life forms within the space station.

It can both confirm the progress of the Star Core Hunters' scripts and ensure the safety of the staff.

After the Star Core Hunter finishes grading the assignments, we'll wait for a big fish to take the bait.

After organizing the experimental data that Bai Yan had helped her adjust some time ago, Ruan Mei remembered her role as his assistant and turned to ask him, "Is there anything I can help you with?"

"Not at the moment, or rather, you can't be of much help in the near future."

Bai Yan finished the tea on the table in one gulp and handed the cup to her: "But you can make me another cup of tea."

Nguyen Mai didn't say much, stood up, and poured him a cup of tea with a floral teapot.

Bai Yan didn't let her return to her original position, but instead reached out her hand: "Want to know what I'm doing right now? Put your hand on me."

Ever since Bai Yan let go of her hand in front of the clerks, she has never touched that body again.

She gently placed her hand on it, about to recall that wonderful feeling, when suddenly a flood of information rushed into her mind.

Various different forms of life appeared in different places in her mind, some moving, some still.

She can use this information to pinpoint the location of those lives, just like using coordinates.

Bai Yan withdrew his hand, and the information was quickly extracted.

Nguyen Mai stood there, slightly lost in thought. It was too short; if only she could have experienced it more.

"If I'm sitting and you're standing, holding hands like this for a long time will get tiring, won't it?"

"Hmm?" Ruan Mei came to her senses at Bai Yan's voice.

"Move your chair over here, let's find a more comfortable position. You don't necessarily want to sit on my lap, do you?"

Chapter 15: Playing the game? No, I can move the entire chessboard.

Nguyen Mai moved a chair next to Bai Yan and sat down.

Bai Yan placed his hands on the table, palms outstretched, inviting Ruan Mei: "Come on. But remember, don't be too greedy this time; receiving too much information at once will cause trouble."

Beneath her delicate brows, her deep, pool-like green eyes calmly gazed at him: "So that's why you let go last time?"

Bai Yan chuckled lightly: "Otherwise what? Do you think I'm a stingy person?"

"May I take off my gloves?"

"can."

Ruan Mei took off her dark green gloves made of a special material, revealing her slender, well-defined fingers.

A slightly cool palm rested on Bai Yan's hand, the gentle touch traveling from his nerves to his brain, while a flood of information rushed into his mind.

The coordinates of life appeared in her mind, much clearer than before. She could even feel the "color" of life within the coordinates, whether it was a cold blue or a fiery red...

Each life coordinate has its own primary color, but also a variety of secondary colors, like an abstract painting.

Instead of trying to process this information, she attempted to find the boundaries of the map.

Ultimately, she concluded that the coordinates she could sense seemed to be only those of the Black Tower space station's main control module.

As she tried to broaden her horizons and peer outwards, a familiar voice reminded her:

"I told you not to be too greedy, you can't handle that much information."

Ruan Mei snapped out of her daze and turned to look at Bai Yan. His deep, star-like black eyes were looking at her, and the slightly furrowed brows above his eyes showed a hint of worry.

"Are you worried about me?"

Bai Yan's brows relaxed, and he asked in return, "What do you think?"

“You’ve put a lot of effort into making me a suitable partner these days, and I don’t want all my efforts to go to waste during the experiment.”

Nguyen Mai lightly brushed a strand of hair aside with her other hand and continued to express her views: "During this collaboration, my life doesn't just belong to myself, and I will cherish it even more. Thank you for the reminder."

"You don't need to view my attitude towards you with absolute rationality."

Bai Yan changed the subject and said with a smile, "But you can think that way for now, but please cherish the life that belongs to me."

"Ah."

Ruan Mei nodded slightly, said nothing more, closed her eyes, and began to concentrate on feeling the wonderful information in her mind.

Unlike Nguyen Mai, whose vision was limited.

Bai Yan constantly sensed the changes in life coordinates inside and outside the Black Tower Space Station.

The restless lives are already approaching.

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The main control module of the Black Tower Space Station.

The screen projected from the control panel in front of Estella suddenly turned red.

[Warning: Defense system malfunction. Cause under investigation...]

A staff member suddenly rushed over: "Something's wrong, Station Chief Estáe, the defense section's system has malfunctioned. I tried to send a message from there, but the signal was blocked."

"Calm down," Estella reassured him. "The main control system has detected it and is investigating the problem."

"What's that?" a nearby staff member exclaimed in surprise as he looked into space.

The monitoring department nearby shouted in this direction: "It's the antimatter legion! A group of antimatter legions has appeared near the space station and is already approaching!"

Estella looked up and, following the direction the surrounding staff were pointing, saw black and white monsters emerge.

Purple flames of varying sizes burned inside the monsters' bodies.

When a phantom soldier flashed in front of them, people realized that the flames might not be aimed at the nearby blue star, but at this space station.

The pitch-black humanoid monster brandished the long sword that had grown on its arm and attacked an unarmed clerk.

The attack came too suddenly; neither the defense team's combatants nor the staff member facing the crisis were prepared.

It felt like a matter of life and death.

"boom!"

Following its original trajectory, the blade that should have struck the clerk's shoulder vertically instead struck the wall diagonally.

Even the pawn was stunned for a moment.

Just now, its body suddenly went out of control, manipulating the blade on its arm to change direction and slash at the wall.

The defense officers present immediately picked up their weapons and engaged the enemy, preventing them from harming other officers.

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Bai Yan remained seated calmly in his office.

Ruan Mei closed her eyes and asked softly, "What were those black-colored life forms that appeared in the space station just now?"

"Nanook's Antimatter Legion".

"You blocked the signal here and locked the office door. Is it because you don't want to get involved in this matter?"

Bai Yan picked up his cup and took a sip of tea: "Aren't I intervening right now?"

He also thoughtfully explained to his dear assistant, "Although I don't like this cold analogy, you can think of the space station as a chessboard. The antimatter legion is the black pieces, and the people on the space station are the white pieces."

"Playing a game with white pieces against black pieces?"

"No, I'm just making sure White is safe."

Bai Yan added, "At the same time, I need to correct one point: I can control not only the white pieces, but all the pieces on the board at will."

By analyzing their physiological changes using life coordinates, we can deduce the body's responses from these physiological changes.

Bai Yan can see what just happened in this way.

He doesn't like using his ability to control other people's bodies, but he won't leave it unused forever either.

Chapter 16 Star, The Birth of the Lord of the Rift