Nobody said that teachers at elite academies have to be heartthrobs.

The system felt like it was about to explode.

With nowhere to vent its rage, it wished it could transform into a fire-breathing dragon on the spot, burn those bastards who bullied Yu Fuli to death with a single breath of fire, burn down this messed-up world, and then leave with its host without looking back.

Forget about tasks and performance evaluations!

Once it goes back and works hard, enduring hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years to become the head of the quick-transmigration department, it will open a back door for Yu Fuli, arranging for him to become a civil servant or have a formal position!

however……

It looked down at itself.

It was a soft, white ball of light with a faint glow at the edges. It couldn't even produce smoke, let alone breathe fire.

It remained silent for three seconds.

Become the head of the Quick Transmigration Department?

By the time it reaches that position, Yu Fuli will have already reincarnated countless times.

The ball of light deflated slightly, its red color fading, leaving only a lingering, reluctant warmth.

"System! System!" Yu Fuli's voice was tinged with panic. "Calm down! Calm down!"

I am very calm.

The system's electronic voice was perfectly steady, without the slightest ripple.

Tell me quickly, who said that to you?

Yu Fuli was stunned for a moment.

The tone sounded quite calm, as peaceful as the calm before a storm. But for some reason, he could detect a hint of rage in that rigid, electronic voice.

He hesitated for a moment, but still told the whole story of that night—the encounter in the tree hole, the world consciousness that looked like a white dumpling, and every word of their conversation.

In the past, with so many events and such a shock, he wouldn't have been able to react in time. But now, after the system helped him clarify the cause and effect of the whole thing, he finally sensed that something was amiss.

However, even without the system, he would have discovered these oddities sooner or later.

But that will be a long time from now. Before that, he will have to endure a long period of torment for no reason.

After listening, the system fell into a long silence.

The ball of light hung there, motionless, as if the pause button had been pressed.

"...No." The system's voice finally sounded, tinged with a rare seriousness. "Are you sure what you saw that night was the world's consciousness?"

"That's what it claims to be," Yu Fuli answered honestly.

How could he possibly distinguish between world consciousness?

This thing is so mysterious and profound. If he hadn't entered the Quick Transmigration Bureau, he probably still wouldn't know that a novel could give birth to a world.

The system remained silent, its light flickering slightly, as if it were deep in thought.

Judging from Yu Fuli's description, it does indeed resemble the common original form of world consciousness. Like the system, it is mostly round, milky white or pure white, and glows.

Occasionally, individual differences may occur, such as the growth of hair on the body or changes in color after being contaminated.

The problem is that the world consciousness of this world should already be dead.

Or rather, it disappeared.

"Host," the system suddenly spoke, "have you finished reading the Quick Transmigration Bureau's employee handbook?"

Yu Fuli froze.

He guiltily looked away, even though the system couldn't see his eyes at all.

Employee handbook? That text version is a whole gigabyte long? It's filled with tiny print, written in an overly official tone. Just a few glances and I'm already incredibly sleepy. It's more damaging than a math book.

Of course, he didn't look at it at all.

However, the system didn't expect him to see it.

This is like a document handed out by a teacher or a set of company regulations; nobody bothers to look at it when it's not needed. Hosts usually just glance at it and close it; remembering the cover color is considered quite an achievement.

However, their systems are different; they can directly scan and store the data in memory, and retrieve it when needed.

The hosts are human and cannot do what they do.

No one can memorize every single clause after reading it.

The system's light flickered again, as if it were sighing.

"Then let me tell you..." The system's voice paused, as if it was organizing its thoughts.

The reason why the Quick Transmigration Bureau sends hosts and systems to each small world to complete missions is simply for two reasons.

First, most of the microcosms created by these works originate from novels, and because readers love them, they easily connect with the real world. There's a saying—"If you believe in it, it exists."

But these worlds born from novels are often very fragile.

External or internal interference, such as the sudden awakening of cannon fodder or the protagonist abandoning their duties, could potentially cause the world to collapse, thereby affecting our original world and causing uncontrollable consequences.

"Why?" Yu Fuli frowned. "Is it because the world created in the novel seems completely unrelated to the real world?"

The system itself couldn't explain this clearly; it was just a system, not a core developer of the Quick Transmigration Bureau. However, it could explain it to Yu Fuli in an easy-to-understand way.

"Have you heard of the butterfly effect?" the system asked. "In the South American rainforest, the flapping of a butterfly's wings might, through a chain reaction in the air system, cause a tornado in Texas weeks later. Simply put, it's a small thing that, through a series of chain reactions, can ultimately lead to a huge result."

Yu Fuli nodded thoughtfully; now that he heard that, he seemed to understand a little.

"So," he paused, "the Quick Transmigration Bureau has been protecting the world all along?"

"Uh... you could say that." The system's glowing dot flickered. "But it's not just about protecting the world."

It cleared its throat, even though it didn't have a throat at all.

Secondly, the Quick Transmigration Bureau doesn't operate for free. During missions in the smaller worlds, we collect a portion of the smaller world's energy as payment to maintain the Bureau's operation.

After all, the Quick Transmigration Bureau isn't some kind of charity organization; there's no reason for them to work for free.

So, the overall process of the Quick Transmigration Bureau is as follows: when an unstable small world is discovered, the Quick Transmigration Bureau will communicate with the consciousness of the small world to ask if it needs help.

If the world consciousness agrees, it will issue a mission within the system, arranging for the system and host to travel to the smaller world. Upon completion of the mission, it will collect payment from the world consciousness.

The system paused for a moment.

Of course, there are always exceptions. Sometimes you encounter an uncooperative world consciousness, which ultimately leads to your own downfall and death. After all, instability in a small world can affect the real world, so the quick transmigration system is forced to take over this small world. After the world consciousness dies, they assign tasks to the host and the system, and collect payment after the world stabilizes.

Upon hearing this, Yu Fuli had a vague idea in his mind.

[This small world was originally stable.] The system's voice deepened. [But for some reason, the death of the protagonist, Lin Xun, caused the small world to collapse and restart. After the Quick Transmigration Bureau discovered the anomaly, they could no longer contact the world's consciousness. We all assumed the world's consciousness was dead, so we took the latter approach and directly took over.]

It stopped abruptly at this point.

The ball of light hung in mid-air, as if it were contemplating something.

"But judging from your description..." the system's voice became somewhat subtle, "...this world's consciousness doesn't seem to be dead?"

Even after everyone thought the world's consciousness was dead, it suddenly jumped out and started manipulating its host?!