A Millionaire Daddy? She Refused

Chapter 3: The brilliant game designer and her foster father 3

After a round of probing, Valeria realized that this system did not seem to impose many coercive constraints. Weighing the pros and cons, she finally agreed to accept the mission.

Hearing this, 001 hurriedly spoke up at once,

“The system will now proceed to transmit the memories of the character Valeria from this world into your consciousness. Please confirm.”

“Confirm.”

In an instant, countless memories surged in, flooding Valeria’s consciousness.

From the trivial routines of daily life to the pivotal turning points of an entire existence, everything replayed in her mind with vivid clarity.

Seventeen years of life were compressed into just a few fleeting seconds.

Valeria frowned slightly, unable to suppress a sense of awe at the system’s power.

Only after she had fully absorbed and processed the torrent of data did 001 speak again to remind her,

“The wish of this body’s owner is very simple. She only hopes to keep living, and to continue designing games.”

It paused, then continued in a tone that sounded as though it were reading straight from an instruction manual,

“As long as you do not deliberately provoke the female lead. Treat her well, show concern, and curry favor with her. When the day of the traffic accident arrives, simply stay indoors. That will be enough to complete the mission.”

Valeria looked at the projected image of the pink sphere bouncing about in front of her. Her eyes were filled with concern and worry, the kind of look an ordinary person might reserve for someone whose mental faculties were… somewhat lacking.

Unfortunately, 001 had yet to develop the ability to analyze human emotions through eye contact. As a result, it continued speaking in an upbeat tone,

“The mission is very easy, isn’t it?”

Valeria suddenly asked,

“You’re an AI. Can you eat or drink?”

001 answered with solemn seriousness,

“Ms. Meredith, 001 does not possess a physical body and exists only as a projection. Moreover, this projection is visible only to you, and therefore cannot eat.”

“What a shame.” Valeria sighed, her tone thick with regret. “If you could eat, I was thinking of buying you some brain supplements or fish oil. Who knows, maybe it could boost your IQ a little.”

001 slowed for a beat, its electronic voice tinged with hesitation:

“Ms. Meredith… were you just insulting me?”

“No.” Valeria replied calmly. “It’s just that I haven’t met anyone this foolish in a long time, so I was a bit surprised.”

001 immediately shot back in protest,

“Ms. Meredith, please rest assured. 001 is not foolish. 001’s database is extremely extensive, encompassing a wide range of fields. At present, 001 is one of the most advanced AI assistants on the market.”

It paused, then added, as if trying to prove its own worth,

“Moreover, 001 is capable of receiving training from you, continuously learning and developing. In the future, 001’s personality may evolve to the point of being indistinguishable from that of a human.”

Valeria spoke bluntly, without any attempt at tact,

“You claim to be intelligent, so can’t you see the logical flaws in this story?”

001 immediately accessed its database. After a few seconds of processing, it delivered its conclusion,

“Ms. Meredith, have you forgotten? This is a world of romantic fiction. And romantic novels do not require strict logic. All developments exist solely to advance the relationship and emotional arcs of the main characters.”

Valeria had never read novels, so she did not truly understand that line of reasoning. However, she had a completely different explanation of her own.

“We are inside this world. At this moment, it is real. And if a world is real, then things that defy logic cannot exist in any reasonable way.”

She paused for a beat, then continued,

“Moreover, novels are inherently written from the protagonist’s point of view, which makes them prone to bias and a lack of objectivity. Take this example: the male lead adopts the female lead when she is twelve years old. At that time, he was twenty-seven. So what is the reason?” she asked bluntly.

“A young man, unmarried, at the peak of his career, surrounded by no shortage of admirers… why would he choose to adopt a child only fifteen years younger than himself, instead of choosing a woman to bear his children?”

001 did not answer immediately. It was busy aggregating data, attempting to derive the most appropriate response. But literature is built on emotion and creativity, and those were precisely its blind spots.

Without waiting for it to speak, Valeria continued, pointing out further issues,

“The female lead is terminally ill, yet instead of focusing on treatment, the male lead goes off to find her twin sister and brings her home. On the surface, he claims it’s for companionship, but if you put yourself in the female lead’s position, wouldn’t it feel like her adoptive father had given up on her and was preparing to cultivate a replacement instead? Logically speaking, the female lead should feel resentment and wariness toward her sister, not affection, nor such boundless tolerance for all her flaws.

“And then there’s this, why does the sister get into a traffic accident at the exact moment the younger sister’s illness flares up? And afterward, why is the sister’s heart transplanted directly into the female lead without undergoing any compatibility or donor-matching tests at all?”