The faint light illuminated the sky, and the sun spilled onto the earth.
This was because Wen Bai had not closed the floor-to-ceiling window before sleeping.
A gentle breeze blew, and the curtains, which were not fully drawn, swayed softly in the wind.
The sunlight fell directly onto the quilt on the bed inside, without any obstruction.
The person sleeping on the bed kept shrinking into the quilt, with only the top of a dark head exposed outside.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and it continued incessantly.
Only then did the person on the bed groggily sit up and rub their eyes.
Wen Bai threw off the quilt, his hair disheveled, and put on slippers over his pajamas, shuffling downstairs.
He carried a visible morning temper.
He flung open the door, his expressionless face tinged with a hint of coldness.
The man in the suit outside, with a stern face, respectfully said to Wen Bai, "Mr. Wen, as per Young Master Wen's instructions, we have brought it."
Seeing that Wen Bai said nothing, and noticing his attire and the small tuft of hair sticking up, the man in the suit immediately lowered his head and added, "Apologies for disturbing your rest."
Wen Bai paused for a moment, recalling something.
He nodded calmly and then went directly back upstairs.
The man in the suit watched Wen Bai turn and leave without a word, feeling somewhat bewildered.
This Mr. Wen had a bad temper before.
It was said that since Mr. Wen woke up this time, he had even dismissed the housekeeper who had always taken care of him. For small fry like them, it was best not to cross Mr. Wen.
The man in the suit directed the people outside to place the delivered item in the living room.
Then, he quickly retreated with his men.
By the time Wen Bai came downstairs again, he had changed out of his pajamas and was dressed neatly.
Wen Bai disliked owing favors. Since he was now wealthy and influential in this world, he naturally obliged anyone who had saved him.
He stood on the stairs, looking around, but saw no one.
Hadn't they said they would bring the person?
As far as he could see downstairs, there was only a gray, metallic-textured box, over two meters tall and larger than him, standing alone in the middle of the living room.
Certain that no one else was present.
Wen Bai approached and tapped the box, which was taller than him.
Since it was placed in his home, he decided to see what Wen Ziyue had sent.
As his finger touched the smooth surface of the box, blue ripples began to spread from the point of contact between Wen Bai's fingertip and the gray metallic surface.
As if automatically recognized, with a beep, the box sprang open.
Then, Wen Bai saw a... man?
It was a man taller than him, with black hair, wearing a white shirt, and with his eyes closed, standing inside.
He looked as if he were asleep.
But why would this man be sleeping inside a box?
This man gave Wen Bai a sense of familiarity.
Wen Bai was sure he had met and interacted with very few people since coming to this world; he could count them on one hand.
At his funeral, just as he was about to be consumed by flames, the person who suddenly appeared and carried him away from the fire had a similar build to the person before him.
That man had held him then, and the scene had been too chaotic for Wen Bai to get a clear look, only seeing his exceptionally defined jawline from below.
Now, standing in this position, Wen Bai tilted his head slightly, observing carefully and comparing in his mind...
The distance between them narrowed to almost nothing.
System 001 had no idea what its host was trying to do.
It watched as its host suddenly leaned in, closer and closer, then reached out and placed a hand on the person's chest...
Wen Bai was now certain that the person before him was the one who had saved him.
Besides the imminent departure of the system, there was another important reason: "He has no heartbeat."
Wen Bai stated the fact.
"Because he's a robot. This is a world where robots are popular, host," System 001 replied.
Wen Bai felt the texture under his hand, through the clothes.
Although it was slightly cooler than his own body temperature, the warmth was genuinely transmitted through his palm, and the person's chest rose and fell with shallow breaths.
"Hmm?" A flicker of surprise crossed Wen Bai's expressionless face.
"This was the original body's robot. It was badly damaged protecting the original body. If the original body had died and you hadn't come here, it would have been treated as invalid private property and disposed of."
Wen Bai placed his hand beneath the man's nose, finding it difficult to understand, "He has temperature, and he breathes."
Compared to System 001's explanation, Wen Bai trusted his own touch and senses more.
At that moment, the man in front of him suddenly opened his eyes, a pair of deep blue irises looking directly at him.
At such close proximity, Wen Bai's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to step back to create distance.
But his fingers, curved where they were near the man's nose, were grasped by the man's warm hand.
Wen Bai clearly saw code rapidly flashing in the man's eyes. After a moment, the code stopped and disappeared.
A deep, magnetic male voice spoke, "Master recognition program executed."
The man stepped out of the box, then gently scooped Wen Bai into his arms and, with a few steps forward, set him down.
"Rebooting program in progress..."
Then, Wen Bai watched as the person who had been so alert moments before suddenly lowered his head slowly, his knees bending and folding downwards, his strong arms also dropping abruptly, becoming still.
After a few seconds, the man straightened up again, returning to his human appearance, and said, "Reboot complete."
Only then did Wen Bai truly believe that the man was a robot.
The robot who had saved him opened his eyes, a pair of deep blue irises looking directly at Wen Bai, and then he called out, "Master."
System 001 began to explain in Wen Bai's ear, "Robots in this world have human appearances, can mimic human breathing, and their skin is a simulation of human skin, with similar temperatures. Their hair can even be adjusted and grown slowly. However, if it grows too long, it needs trimming. Host, you can give him different hairstyles according to your preference. The most direct difference between robots and humans is their eyes; robot eyes are blue. Look..."
Wen Bai had never been to such a world before and was extremely curious. He listened to System 001 explaining the new world's knowledge while walking around the robot in front of him. He even reached out to touch the man's hair and then his cheek.
Then, Wen Bai looked at his hand, a look of profound shock on his previously expressionless face. He exclaimed, "Truly amazing..."
The robot allowed Wen Bai to touch him freely.
Wen Bai then looked at the cabinet that had contained the robot. On one of the innermost sides, a string of numbers was written.
Wen Bai walked up to the robot and said, "So your name is 575."
The robot had stood obediently while Wen Bai touched him. Only when Wen Bai was in front of him did its eyes follow Wen Bai's direction.
Now, upon hearing Wen Bai's words, its blue eyes flashed, and it said, "Name received successfully."
Wen Bai: "..."
System 001: "..."
System 001: "Host, are you really giving it such a casual name?"