After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

When it comes to experience in destroying psionic spaces, our system is second to none.

(That would be best.)

Oswald watched silently as the system spat out piles and piles of supplies, and chuckled. He hadn't expected the system to be such a hoarder.

The key point is that Oswald had no idea when he collected hundreds of plants, hundreds of tons of soil, thousands of tons of stones, five thousand cubic meters of fresh water, and all sorts of other random things.

Is this guy planning the end of the world? Or does he dream of becoming a system in a world plagued by natural disasters?

The clutter piled up into a mountain, which was actually Oswald's own fault; he always only checked the equipment inventory...

However, the Little Hamster System also made a great contribution this time. According to the system's theoretical knowledge, the mass that matter possesses due to its own characteristics is the best magic weapon against the psionic space.

The material capacity of a psionic space is limited. When the mass accumulates to a certain level, it can directly crush the space composed of energy.

Looks like I'll have to carry a few neutron star bricks with me from now on.

The theory was very sound, but after the system emptied itself out, even though it had piled up several small mountains of resources, the psionic space did not change at all, at most it shook a couple of times.

Unwilling to accept defeat, Oswald complained about what kind of divine weapon the neutron star brick was, while tugging at the system's tail and shaking it a few times.

With a snap, the system spat out Oswald's physical body.

"..."

[......]

[How about we try this: wait until your physical body mutates, absorbs energy from the psionic space, and turns you into a deformed mountain of flesh?]

(Put my body back in!)

Oswald was so angry at the system that he almost laughed. Turning into a mountain of flesh and returning to the Northern Territory was worse than just letting him die here.

[Wait, we seem to have a copy card. If we copy this batch of supplies, the mass will double, which should be enough to overwhelm the psionic space.]

A duplicate card drawn at the cost of fifty years of one's lifespan...

Even in his current spirit state, Oswald seems to be experiencing a phantom limb pain called myocardial infarction.

But there was no other way; they had to try anything to escape this prison.

The system rubbed its little paws together, and a golden light flashed, revealing the copy card symbolizing a fifty-year lifespan in its hand.

The furry ball looked solemn, as if it had grasped some future.

Oswald nodded heavily to it, indicating that it could begin.

As the most advanced civilization in the universe, the Systems occupy the pinnacle of technology and psionic energy. The cloning card sounds simple, but it is actually a powerful invasion of the laws of physics, and its technological level is estimated to be equivalent to that of the two-dimensional foil.

The pitch-black copy card suddenly lit up, then turned to ashes in an instant.

Oswald turned his head, and the small mountain of supplies in his eyes had not changed at all compared to before.

As for the collapse of the psionic space he had been anticipating, there was not a single sign of it.

The flames were still burning, the smoke was still drifting, and following the system's terrified beady eyes, Oswald saw his two physical bodies on the ground.

Why are there two bodies...?

Daring not to open his eyes, hoping it was just his imagination, Oswald floated down from mid-air in a daze, comparing the two undead bodies from left to right, and felt a sudden dizziness.

(Tell me, haven't you always wanted to have a physical body, like an angel who has been born with flesh?)

[No, it seems there's a setting issue. The copy card is directly copying the last item we retrieved from the system space...]

[Actually, this system should rename these resources, put them into the system space as a unit, and then take the resources out to use a copy card to copy them...]

The system shrank back, its voice barely audible, and simply lay on Oswald's shoulder, pretending to be dead.

Silence is Cambridge tonight. Don't ask how much trouble a novice system or a novice transmigrator can cause, because their stories always come to an abrupt end.

The days that followed were monotonous. Two restless souls, in a desolate land filled only with flames and thick smoke, could only dismantle Oswald's replicated body.

The system was primarily intended to demonstrate that it truly had no interest in Oswald's body.

In addition, it also wanted to extract the still relatively healthy parts from Oswald's body as spares, lest Oswald become less and less human.

The good news is that Oswald can replace the black flesh with the flesh from the clone, which means he can devour himself...

What Oswald was more curious about was the magical toolbox that the system suddenly produced.

A toolbox for use only by the soul, containing hundreds of medical, modification, and repair tools. The system can use these tools to directly modify the host's physical body...

[Host, please don't look at this system like that. We should have more trust between us. This system is also worried that you might cause your body and soul to collapse by consuming too much flesh and blood of other creatures.]

[This system made a huge sacrifice to steal this toolbox.]

[As mentioned earlier, it's perfectly reasonable for me, as a system, to always carry a toolbox for modifying the host's body.]

The system poured its heart out to the clone of Oswald while rambling on and on with explanations.

Overwhelmed with curiosity, Oswald stopped being angry with the system. He squatted down next to the system and carefully observed its two short claws, which were incredibly nimble when using a scalpel.

Every time a part was removed from the system, it had to be placed in Oswald's hands so that he could examine it carefully.

The energy emanating from his soul gently lifted the organs. Oswald seemed to be able to sense the organs' response to his soul. After carefully appreciating the structure of each part of his body, Oswald placed them into the system space.

Before long, the system cut off all the black flesh and blood, kneaded it into a large ball, and threw it into Oswald's arms.

[This thing is imbued with your immortality magic; it can store magic power and cast spells on its own. It fits your body perfectly and can be used to forge a wand.]

(Yeah?)

Oswald marveled, "This is what you call 'the wool comes from the sheep' (meaning the money comes from the sheep's back), the magic wand..."

The dissection continued, and the long-time junk collector system unearthed the replica's magic crystals and spine, offering its own evaluation.

[Powerful magical artifacts and materials, possessing the immense power of the Undying Serpent]

The system excavated the heart of the replica, a place that was once the source of the Oswald winds, but which has now dried up.

[A rare storage item capable of holding energy]

The system removes the replica's prosthetic eye. This thing needs no explanation; it's a very powerful tool, but it doesn't provide vision.

After disassembling the entire replica, he single-handedly put the remaining parts into the system space, finally having the opportunity to properly observe Oswald's strange lungs.

In fact, the lung was still throbbing wildly after it was detached from the body.

Oswald and the system exchanged a glance; they had always been wary of this unsolved mystery.