But honestly, none of that really mattered.
Aside from poking a little fun at the system at the very beginning, Kiana was pretty much fine with how things were.
She never really bothered asking about the immediate future anyway.
Because, well, that would've been outright spoiling herself.
As for the far, far distant future—whether she saw it clearly or not—it didn't make much difference. It was so far off that it hardly held any practical value anyway.
Take now, for example, the worldline Kiana was in had already been nudged who knows how many times.
One moment she'd think this path looked good and give it a push.
But then, while pushing, something else might seem better, or this one might just vanish altogether. What could you do? Just keep pushing.
It wasn't like worldlines with higher weight couldn't disappear.
Because her observations were anchored from her own worldline, whenever her own timeline shifted, the weight of other worldlines would also change. Even if one had higher weight, it was never a hundred percent certain.
If the river of time decided to surge up and smash it flat—well, there was just nothing for it.
No wonder being able to save fragments—to capture and preserve a specific segment of a worldline—was so important. It stored away stories of other characters, other possibilities. They might not be usable right away, but at least they were kept in reserve.
That way, you wouldn't feel panicked.
Every plan, every idea related to worldlines, relied on these fragments.
In the past, these fragments only existed in other worldlines—they belonged to those timelines themselves. You could only try to steer closer to them.
But now, after collecting them, she basically had scripts on hand.
Both the actors and the stories.
All she needed to do was figure out how to integrate them as seamlessly as possible.
Didn't that make things much simpler?
By now, Kiana understood.
The more natural it felt, the more suitable it was.
Blending in smoothly, without any sense of dissonance—like transplanted tissue that doesn't trigger much rejection.
The success rate would naturally be higher, and the outcome better.
Even if worldlines had their own self-correcting mechanisms, adaptively adjusting and fixing anything that didn't quite fit…
Still!
If something was too abrupt—like a *Deus Ex Machina*—the worldline would definitely struggle to hold onto it.
That was only natural.
So what happened to fragments that couldn't be retained?
Usually, they'd either be outright discarded or altered beyond recognition.
That self-adjusting mechanism was like white blood cells clearing out bacteria.
Since Kiana wanted these fragments to join her world, she definitely hoped they could follow her vision.
Therefore, unless absolutely necessary, she wouldn't force them in abruptly.
You've gotta be gentle about it, right? Don't you think?
But… speaking of Jyahnar…
Kiana shifted slightly, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her fair, jade-like feet dangled lightly, toes perfectly rounded like pearls, just barely touching the floor—playful and delicate.
She pondered.
A sudden spark of inspiration.
Before long, an idea began to form.
"System, looks like we'll have to tweak the fourth video again, huh? Sorry to put you through this."
[It's fine, Host.]
The system didn't seem to mind.
If anything, as Kiana grew more familiar with all of this, the more invested she became, the more inspiration flowed.
And with more ideas, the more she wanted to make changes.
Besides, not changing things now wasn't really an option.
Every time the worldline shifted, the future teased in the videos would change too.
Kiana herself didn't really dislike that, anyway.
As for the system? Even less so.
She was just a tool—she listened to Kiana and did whatever Kiana asked.
So, it was really no trouble.
Of course, editing the videos wasn't something the system handled alone.
So sometimes, Kiana would seem lost in thought, communicating with the system in her mind, offering a little guidance, sharing her ideas.
The system was more like the programmer, while she was the client—just without any of the usual demands and disputes.
Efficiency was actually pretty good.
Right now, as Kiana finished getting dressed and lazily made her way downstairs, she saw that Elysia and Vill-V were already getting along quite well.
One look was all it took to tell.
This Vill-V was the Great Magician.
She was performing fun little tricks, while Kiana's mom and Elysia sat on the opposite sofa, adorably clapping their hands with soft, cheerful applause.
Watching the proud look on the Great Magician's face—if she had a tail, it'd probably be wagging up to the sky.
Although, her magic was genuinely impressive.
Still, Kiana could clearly sense that her mom and Elysia were humoring her almost like a child.
She couldn't help but chuckle.
She even laughed out loud.
"My dear Kiana, you're finally awake."
Elysia spotted Kiana and immediately left Vill-V's side, walking over with a hint of complaint but a sweet smile.
She was always like that.
That smile of hers—never got old.
Kiana's mood naturally lifted.
"Mom, I'm hungry." She looked toward her mother.
Kiana's mom smiled and nodded. "Alright, what would you like to eat?"
"I want dry noodles," Kiana said in a sweet, coaxing tone.
Naturally, her mom went along with it.
Actually, everyone had already eaten lunch. They didn't really need to join Kiana for another meal.
But Elysia still wanted to eat with her.
Why?
Because she felt that sharing a meal with Kiana was something truly wonderful. Eating wasn't the point—who you ate with was what mattered.
She… was always like that.
But Kiana placed her hands on her hips, a little helpless, and looked at Elysia. "You're eating again? What's your weight today?"
"Elysia has~no~idea what you're talking about~"
Elysia's eyes darted away. "A cute girl never gains weight."
"55.5 kg?" Kiana chuckled.
"No way!" Elysia retorted immediately.
From how confidently she denied it, it was clear that was probably the number.
"54.5 kg?" Kiana pressed.
"…"
Elysia fell silent for a moment, then protested even more. "Why would you think that about Elysia? Elysia isn't that heavy at all!"
Okay, so that was definitely it.
Kiana smiled faintly but didn't push further.
She walked over to the sofa and sat down. Elysia, intuitively, naturally poured her a glass of water—smooth and effortless.
The Great Magician glanced at Kiana, then at Elysia, feeling oddly… full all of a sudden. Her mood turned a little complicated, unsure what to say.
'Should I even be here?'
"Vill-V, how's it going? Any thoughts after looking through those materials?" Kiana asked with a gentle smile.
Elysia, ever the tease, picked up a banana from the table and held it like a microphone in front of Vill-V—interviewing her.
Grinning all the while.
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