Ark Simulator, don't I have no physical form?

"Hmm." A faint smile appeared on Suri's lips. "Although the materialization process was a little awkward."

The study was exceptionally quiet as night fell. Su Rui's silver dust was tidying the bookshelves, the discomfort of being materialized gradually fading. Remi'an sat in her wheelchair reviewing meeting documents, occasionally glancing up at the real, silver-haired boy.

"Need any help?" Suri noticed her rubbing her temples. "Data processing is my forte."

Remien chuckled. "I've had you handle my paperwork for ten years in the consciousness space." She pushed her wheelchair closer to the desk. "Now let me see how you're different in person."

Suri's silver dust gently brushed across the documents: "It'll be more efficient." The light points quickly categorized the documents, "And it can even help you brew real tea."

"Speaking of tea..." Remien's aura gleamed with a sly light, "Could you go to the kitchen and brew another pot? I'd like to try some brewed by you."

When Suri returned with the teapot, he found Remy Ann adjusting some kind of instrument. "What's this?" He stopped warily.

"It's just a regular scanner." Remian blinked innocently. "I want to record your complete physical data."

Suri's silver hair stood on end slightly: "You knew perfectly well that the scan would..."

When the blanket came in handy again, Remian's laughter filled the study: "Sorry, sorry, but your reaction was just too funny."

In the dead of night at the Cardinal's residence, Suri was checking the security system. His silver dust blended into every corner of the residence, creating a protective network even more real than the space of consciousness.

"There's really no need to be so nervous," Remien said, pushing her wheelchair past. "Latland is very safe."

Volume 17, page 953: Things are different now.

"Things are different now." Suri's silver dust gently circled her wheelchair. "I have a physical form that needs protection."

Remian's aura softened: "Then have a bedtime tea with me."

In the warm kitchen light, Suri carefully measured the tea leaves, while Yin Chen controlled the water temperature. Remy quietly watched his focused profile: "Just as serious as you were in the consciousness space."

"Because it's tea for you," Suri said, handing her the teacup. "It has to be perfect."

Amidst the fragrant tea, Remy said softly, "I'll take you to see Andorn tomorrow. Just say you're my newly hired assistant."

Suri's silver dust shimmered slightly: "Is there anything I need to prepare?"

"Get ready to see his surprised expression," Remien chuckled. "He always says my conscious friends are just figments of my imagination."

When the morning light once again filled the study, Su Rui had already organized all the documents. He was wearing a neat assistant's uniform, and his silver hair was carefully tied back.

"Very cool." Remien handed him a brooch. "The badge of the Cardinal's assistant."

Suri carefully pinned the brooch on: "Will it cause you any trouble?"

"At most, my colleagues will lecture me again." Remian pushed her wheelchair. "Let's go, it's time to show some people my 'imaginary friend'."

When the study door opened, the morning light shone on the two of them. Su Rui gently lifted the wheelchair with her silver duster and carefully stepped over the threshold.

"How are you feeling?" Remy asked softly.

Looking at the real Lateran morning scene before him, Su Rui saw silver dust forming a small smiley face in the air: "It feels like coming home."

The Lateran morning bells had just struck their ninth chime, and golden sunlight streamed onto the white archways of the Cardinal's residence. Remian's aura shimmered softly in the morning light as she carefully adjusted the blanket on her lap, turning to smile at the silver-haired boy behind her: "Ready? Today I'll show you the real Lateran."

Suri carefully adjusted the angle of his wheelchair, his silver hair fluttering gently in the breeze. His silver duster silently scanned the slope and obstacles of the street: [Safe path, no obstacles.] "Ready to go at any time."

They passed through the ornate iron gate and arrived at the main street of the holy city. The morning air was filled with a sweet aroma, and the street was lined with a dazzling array of dessert shops, with all kinds of exquisite pastries displayed under colorful awnings.

"Welcome to Sweet Street," Remian's voice rang with pride. "Latland's per capita sugar consumption is three times that of any other city-state."

Suri's silver dust glinted slightly: [Detected sugar particle concentration in the air exceeding the standard by 127%.] His gaze was drawn to a shop with an ornate sign. "That shop... sells ammunition?"

A crowd of customers had gathered in front of the "Sweet Firepower" shop. Bullet-shaped chocolates were displayed in the glass case, alongside neatly arranged real ammunition casings. A Sakta shop owner, sporting a halo, was introducing the new arrivals: "Newly arrived grenade-shaped filled chocolates! The outer shell is dark chocolate, and the filling is bursting strawberry!"

Upon seeing Remüan, the shopkeeper immediately waved enthusiastically: "Lady Remüan! You've brought a new face today!"

"My new assistant, Suri," Remien responded gently, "give him his signature ammunition kit."

The shop owner winked and took out an exquisite wooden box from under the counter: "We just arrived with a new limited edition, the 'Sniper Special'! The chocolate bullet is 70% cocoa, the shell is white chocolate, and it even comes with a real copper shell as a souvenir."

Suri's silver dust scanned the chocolate: [487 calories, sugar content...] He frowned slightly, "Is there a low-sugar version?"

"Wow, you know your stuff!" The shopkeeper excitedly took out another box. "'Special Forces Edition,' uses artificial sweetener, 85% cocoa content, with a slightly bitter taste."

Remien chuckled. "Looks like you'll fit in quickly."

The streets were bustling with people, mostly Sakotas with halos around their heads, the light from which shone in the sunlight, creating a wondrous spectrum. Occasionally, one could spot a few Liberians, their wings standing out conspicuously in the crowd.

"That's 'Angel Wings Crepes'," Remian pointed to a shop with a long queue. "They say they use a secret syrup, and even the Pope sends someone to buy them every week."

Su Rui's silver dust analyzed the composition of the air: [Sugar concentration 38%, contains special energy fluctuations.] "Did they add Originium preparations to the syrup?"

"A keen observation." Remian's aura flickered slightly. "Latran's finest desserts contain trace amounts of Originium powder, which enhances the Sarkaz's aura energy. However..." she lowered her voice, "it might cause mild hallucinations for non-Sarkaz races."

She suddenly pointed to the street corner: "Look at that 'Halo Donuts' shop. Their special donuts can increase Sakta's halo brightness by thirty percent."

Su Rui's Silver Dust recorded the data: [It is recommended to avoid consuming Originium sugar.] "For your body..."

"It's okay to eat a little bit now and then," Remi'an smiled. "Let me go take a look."

Turning the corner, an unassuming little shop came into view. "'Liboli's Wings'," Remian explained, "This place caters specifically to guests who cannot consume Originium Sugar."

Upon seeing Remian, the shopkeeper, Liboli, immediately presented her with a plate of exquisite pastries: "My lady, I tried a new recipe today: feather pastries. I used almond flour instead of wheat flour and stevia instead of cane sugar."

Su Rui's silver dust lightly scanned: [Zero sugar, high protein, suitable for consumption during recovery.] "This is suitable for you."

Remien took a bite, her aura gleaming with delight: "It's crispier than before. Suri, why don't you try some?"

The silver-haired boy carefully picked up a piece of feather pastry, tasted it slowly, and nodded: "It tastes better than the nutrient solution." His silver dust discreetly noted down the recipe, "I can go back and copy it."

The shop owner's wings fluttered with delight: "If this gentleman likes it, I'll pack some more to go. Our newly developed 'Cloud Cake' is sugar-free but has a wonderfully smooth texture."

The afternoon sun shone on the fountain in the central square, and Remien gestured for Suri to stop by the bench. Several Sakota children playing nearby curiously gathered around, their little halos of light twinkling like fireflies.

"Sister Remianne!" A girl with pigtails boldly approached, "Your new assistant is so beautiful! Her hair is like moonlight!"

Suri's silver aura rippled slightly, and she turned her face away somewhat uncomfortably. Remi's aura radiated a warm smile: "Yes, he just came from a very far place."

The girl pulled a shimmering candy from her pocket: "Here you go! It's a halo candy my dad made! It'll glow if you put it on your head!"

Su Rui hesitated before accepting the candy. After analysis, Yin Chen indicated: [Safe, edible.] He carefully unwrapped the candy, revealing a miniature halo-shaped candy.

"Eat it like this!" The girl demonstrated by placing the candy above her head, and a mini halo immediately floated up, emitting a soft glow. The other children also took out their candies, and soon Suri's hands were piled high with all sorts of glowing snacks.

Remien chuckled. "Looks like you're quite popular."

Volume 17, Chapter 954: The Final Dessert Station

As the sun began to set, they arrived at the last shop. "'The End Dessert Station'," Remian's voice trembled with nostalgia, "this place sells only bitter desserts, and it was Andorn's favorite spot."

The shop owner was an elderly Sakta, his face etched with the wrinkles of time. "Lady Remian," he greeted gently, "double espresso macarons, perhaps?"

"I brought a friend today." Remien gestured for Suri to lean closer. "Get him a 'Flavors of Life'."

The shopkeeper brought out a plate of dark-colored pastries, each one shaped differently: matcha cookies shaped like bitter melons, chocolates shaped like coffee beans, and licorice candies shaped like pills. "Try them," Remien whispered, "this is a taste only Lateranists understand."

Suri picked up a star-shaped pastry. The initial bitterness made him frown slightly, but the aftertaste was strangely sweet. [A complex taste experience.] Yin Chen's composition analysis data, "like..."

"Like life," Remian continued, "bitter before sweet. That's the wisdom of Laterano—teaching people the taste of life through dessert."

On the way back, the sunset painted the streets golden and red. Suri pushed the wheelchair, her silver hair swaying gently in the evening breeze. Remien's aura glowed softly in the twilight as she held several carefully wrapped dessert boxes in her hands.

"Did you enjoy today's journey?" she asked softly.

Suri's silver dust gently brushed against the armrest of his wheelchair: [Too sweet, but very interesting.] His fingertips unconsciously touched the mini halo candy in his pocket. "Thanks."

Remian's aura flickered slightly: "I'll take you to Weapon Street tomorrow; the desserts there are even more...unique."

"Weapon Street sells desserts?" Su Rui's silver dust showed ripples of doubt.

"Latland, huh?" Remian chuckled. "Everywhere you look, there's sweetness and firepower. 'Exploding Pudding,' 'Grenade Puffs,' and the most famous 'Rocket Launcher Cake'..."

As night fell, the lights of the holy city gradually illuminated the night. Suri pushed the wheelchair back to the mansion, the silver dust leaving a faint trail of light behind, recording this sweet and peculiar world. The pastry shops lining the streets lit up with warm lights, the air still filled with a sweet aroma, as if the entire city was immersed in an endless sweet dream.

The cardinal's residence was bathed in warm light at dusk. Suri carefully pushed the wheelchair across the carved threshold, a silver duster gently brushing away the fallen petals from Remienne's shoulder. The air inside the residence carried a faint scent of sandalwood, a stark contrast to the cloying aroma of pastries wafting from the street. The wheels of the wheelchair made a soft sound on the smooth marble floor, echoing in the empty corridor.

"We walked so far today," Remien said softly, her halo casting a gentle glow in the dimly lit hallway, like a tender moon. "Could you push me to the bedroom? I'm a little tired."

Suri's silver hair shimmered slightly under the light, and silver dust formed a detailed medical report: [Muscle fatigue 42%, immediate rest recommended.] "I'll prepare a medicinal bath for you, adding herbs to soothe your muscles and bones."

"Wait a moment." Remien gently pressed his hand, her fingertips slightly cool. "Talk to me for a bit, just like we are in the consciousness space."

The bedroom window was open, and the evening breeze carried the scent of white roses from the garden, causing the sheer curtains to sway gently in the wind. Suri was about to turn and grab the first-aid kit when she was suddenly tugged at by the hem of her dress.

"Will you carry me to bed?" Remian's voice was soft, a hint of shyness rippling in her aura. "Like...like in the realm of consciousness. I want to feel the real you."

Suri's silver dust paused slightly, displaying a risk warning: [Lumbar load must be controlled within 30 kg.] But his arms were already carefully encircling her waist. "Excuse me."

Remien leaned gently against his chest, her breath carrying a faint scent of sweets: "You're warmer than I imagined. In the realm of consciousness, you always felt as cool as moonlight."

The soft bed sank into his light weight, the down comforter exuding the scent of sunshine. Suri carefully adjusted the pillows, while Yin Chen meticulously scanned the mattress for support. Suddenly, Remian grabbed his wrist: "Stay."

"I need to get..." Before Su Rui could finish speaking, she was gently pulled down onto the bed. Her silver hair spread out on the pillow, like a pool of silver water.

Remian wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his silver hair. "Let's stay like this for a while." Her aura glowed warmly. "In the realm of consciousness, we often chat like this until late at night."

Su Rui's silver dust flickered slightly, projecting real-time physiological monitoring data: [Heart rate slightly fast, need to remain calm.]

"Forget about the data," Remi'an interrupted softly, her fingertips lightly tracing the fabric of his shirt. "Just feel me now."

Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains, casting soft dappled patterns on the bed like scattered pearls. Remien's fingertips gently ran through Suri's silver hair, strands flowing smoothly between her fingers: "You know what? The first time I saw you in the consciousness space, I thought... if only I could truly touch you."

Suri's silver eyelashes trembled slightly, casting fine shadows in the moonlight: "Why?"

"Because of loneliness." Her voice carried a gentle smile. "Although I've become a cardinal and am surrounded by many people, there are fewer and fewer people I can truly confide in. Every time the council ends and I return to the empty mansion, I always feel especially lonely."

Silver dust gently brushed across her wrist, forming comforting words: 【I've always been here.】

"It's different." Remien pressed her face against his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. "Now I can hear your heartbeat, I can feel your warmth... Suri, you are unique."

As night deepened, the fragrance of roses in the garden grew stronger, drifting into the bedroom on the evening breeze. Remian's voice, still slightly sleepy, said, "I'll tell you a secret... I can actually stand up."

Su Rui's silver dust suddenly lit up, displaying the latest medical report: [Lumbar spine injury severity 73%, standing risk...]

"It's fake." She chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Andorn helped me revise the medical report. I just didn't want to attend those boring meetings. But when I'm with you... I really wish I could stay in a wheelchair forever."

Her fingertips lightly touched the fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his body beneath: "Because that way you'll keep pushing me, accompanying me through every street of Laterano..."

Suri's arms tightened slightly, and silver dust formed simple words: "No excuses needed." The handwriting gleamed faintly in the moonlight, "I will always be by your side."

Volume 17, 955 Monitoring Data

As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting warm dappled patterns on the bed. Remianne stirred slightly in Suri's arms, and the silver dust lamp immediately lit up, displaying detailed monitoring data: [Sleep quality 87%, physical indicators stable.]

"Good morning." She opened her eyes, her halo gleaming softly, like dewdrops kissed by the morning light. "I actually slept through the whole night. It's been a long time since I've slept so soundly."

Suri's silver hair lay spread across the pillow, intertwining with her white hair, like a dialogue between moonlight and morning light: "Would you like breakfast prepared? There are fresh ingredients in the kitchen."

"Lie down for five more minutes," Remi'an nestled in his arms, her voice languid with morning sleep. "It's the cardinal's order."

Outside the window, the Lateran morning bell tolled slowly, its sound distant and serene. In the gradually brightening morning light, Yin Chen gently captured this tranquil moment—the wheelchair sat quietly beside the bed, its owner lying peacefully in the arms of the silver-haired boy, their hair intertwined in a tender pattern on the pillow.

As the morning light gradually brightened, it illuminated the bedroom, making it bright and warm. Remian's aura shimmered like pearls in the dawn light. She gently turned over, and her silver hair intertwined more closely with Suri's hair on the pillow, like a painting woven with moonlight.

"Actually, I didn't sleep last night," she admitted softly, her fingertips unconsciously twirling a strand of silver hair. "I was so excited, finally able to truly touch you. Your hair is even softer than in my conscious mind."

Suri's silver dust shimmered slightly, projecting the nighttime monitoring data: [Nighttime heart rate fluctuations detected: 23 beats per minute; respiratory rate changes: 15 beats per minute.] "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was afraid you'd have to go get the first-aid kit again," Remien chuckled, her aura gleaming mischievously. "Besides... I wanted to savor this moment a little longer. Listening to your heartbeat, feeling your breath—these are things I can't truly experience in the realm of consciousness."

Her fingertips gently traced the fabric of his shirt, feeling the warmth of his body beneath: "In my mind's eye, I often fantasize about scenes like this. Now it's finally come true, and it's even warmer than I imagined."

Suri's arms tightened slightly, silver dust forming lines of promise: "[This can be done every day.]" The words were exceptionally clear in the morning light, "As long as you need it."

The aroma of breakfast wafted from the kitchen, a mingled scent of toast and rich coffee, but neither of them made a move to get up. Remien played with a strand of Suri's silver hair, the strand flowing smoothly between her fingers: "You know what? Andorn asked me in council yesterday why I suddenly hired an assistant."

"How will you answer?" Su Rui's silver eyelashes trembled slightly, casting fine shadows in the morning light.

"I said..." Remian's aura gleamed with a sly light, like a smug kitten, "'This is a secret between me and the owner of Sweet Firepower.'"

Su Rui's silver dust displayed a puzzled expression, and a question mark gently swirled in the air.

"Just kidding," she chuckled, lightly tapping his nose with her fingertip. "Actually, I was saying... 'It's a cardinal's prerogative.' That old fogey Andorn, all he ever does is nag about rules and regulations."

Birdsong drifted in from outside the window, and several white doves landed on the windowsill, curiously tilting their heads to peer into the room. Remian suddenly became serious, the light from her halo softening and warming: "Suri, thank you for staying. Thank you for coming from the void of consciousness into my real life."

A gentle breeze brushed across her cheek, forming a simple line of text: 【This is my home.】

The afternoon sun streamed through the window, warming the room, and dust motes danced gently in the beams of light. Remy rested her head on Suri's shoulder, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the patterns on his fabric, feeling the warmth beneath the cloth.

"I'll show you something." She suddenly looked up, her aura shimmering slightly. She took out a small photo frame from the bedside table drawer—the photo showed her ten years ago, standing in a bush of white roses, smiling, her eyes bright and full of hope.