Chapter 153: Do You Want It?

【Magma Weapon (Small) loaded successfully.】

This single sentence echoed endlessly in Mo Fangyuan's mind.

According to the descriptions in that book, mods were supposed to be exceedingly rare; for so many years, the Blockhead race had hardly mastered more than a few.

How did he manage to acquire one so quickly?

"Whoosh, rattle—"

Even though the mod had finished loading, the stone pillar continued its turbulent activity, radiating intense noise in all directions.

White distorted symbols, core fragments of the stone pillar, and the essence gathered from the magma lake were all being pulled together and compressed back into the original space of the stone pillar, as if in the midst of creating something.

Mo Fangyuan simply watched quietly from the side. According to historical records, this mod had already integrated into the Blockhead system and posed no danger to them...

Any creature created, as long as it wasn't a monster, would at least be neutral...

"Boom!"

A loud crash echoed across the sky, and the creature from the center of the island made a brilliant debut.

"That's right! It's me!"

The familiar voice emerging from the thick smoke particles caught Mo Fangyuan off guard while he was still exhilarated from obtaining the mod.

"You couldn't possibly be..."

"What's wrong? This is what you said you wanted to play with me! You said tonight we'd do that kind of in-and-out entertainment activity together!"

Faced with the Blockhead standing before him, Mo Fangyuan was genuinely startled.

Vibrant bright red hair symbolizing youthful vitality, baby-soft and tender white skin, pale red eyes as clear as fire and water, delicate eyebrows, face, slender legs...

A quintessential energetic maiden.

Seeing this, Mo Fangyuan couldn't help but ponder why every single female he encountered turned out to be so strikingly attractive, and what on earth caused this phenomenon.

"You are the stone pillar... the mod consciousness? How did you turn into this?"

Changing from an experience orb into a human—this was terrifying! Mo Fangyuan subconsciously took several steps back.

All of this was witnessed by the mod consciousness, now transformed into a young girl.

"How could you do this! Didn't you say our friendship would last forever?! Didn't I turn into this precisely for the sake of our friendship?!"

The mod consciousness puffed out her rosy cheeks, wearing an expression of extreme displeasure.

With the speed of lightning, she lunged toward Mo Fangyuan and buried her head straight into his embrace.

"I've already turned into your shape now, so you have to play with me... You must! You must!"

The mod consciousness pressed her body tightly against Mo Fangyuan. Although she was not very tall, Mo Fangyuan, who wasn't wearing iron armor at the moment, could still clearly feel where her soft contours pressed against him.

"Compared to Zhang Lingyun's, hers feels softer..."

Mo Fangyuan looked down at the acting-spoiled mod consciousness and once again offered an objective evaluation.

Naturally, in the face of the physically unreserved mod consciousness and her overly forward behavior—whether she was genuinely ignorant or doing it on purpose—Mo Fangyuan's heart remained completely undisturbed.

Over the past few years, he had experienced a great deal and been surrounded by countless maidens of various styles, giving him formidable resistance.

Women? Ha! They would only slow down his efficiency in handling official business!

Most importantly, the mod consciousness had been spawned from a rock.

Facing the current situation, he had to consider a much more crucial question: Was his earlier promise to the mod consciousness still valid?

Judging by the way she was acting, she had probably taken it completely seriously, which made things troublesome.

When he made the promise earlier, Mo Fangyuan assumed the mod consciousness lacked the physical form to take action, allowing him to make commitments without being bound by them.

Yet now that she had transformed into a Blockhead, she possessed the necessary means. Although she would likely be the one pinned underneath, she ultimately had the means, meaning Mo Fangyuan had to honor his pledge...

Reject her?

Mo Fangyuan had indeed considered doing so previously, but that was before he realized the mysterious stone pillar was actually a mod. Now, the... maiden standing before him was the physical incarnation of a mod!

Ancient books contained relatively rough descriptions of mods.

[They possess their own consciousness. Once they choose a Blockhead, they become the most unbreakable family of the Blockhead race, though they sometimes throw little temper tantrums, and people must coax them to keep them happy... — "Friends of the Blockheads"]

Mo Fangyuan had found this book during one of his outings abducting people. While he couldn't verify whether its contents were entirely true, it still served as an excellent reference.

If the book was telling the truth, then rejecting her request would likely cause her to harbor resentment toward the Blockhead Kingdom, rendering the recipes within *Magma Weapon (Small)* uncraftable...

That was just a minor issue; losing the trust of the mod consciousness would make it extremely difficult for the Blockhead Kingdom ever to win her confidence again. Without the trust of the mod consciousness, the mod itself would become unusable. And if a second mod were acquired in the future, would that second mod consciousness look upon the fate of this one and feel a sense of shared grief?

Anything was possible!

"So, should I fulfill her unreasonable demand?"

It wasn't that Mo Fangyuan couldn't do it—after all, he had nothing to lose—he just felt it was a bit too despicable and shameless.

"Um... well, mod consciousness, I have several much more entertaining activities over here..."

Mo Fangyuan attempted to rectify the incorrect notions deep within her mind.

"No! I want the special, ultra-comfortable entertainment from tonight! I must have it!"

The mod consciousness, maintaining the appearance of an energetic maiden, raised strong objections.

Earlier, she had struggled mightily to enter the surface world, and the very first thing she witnessed was that seemingly blissful entertainment activity. Seeing the immense curiosity and yearning in the eyes of those two participants, the fixation had long been planted in her heart. Now that she finally had the capacity, how could she possibly let it go?

Secondly... you promised earlier that we would experience something exceptionally comfortable together, and now you're telling me not to play! If you tell me to drop it just like that, wouldn't I lose all my face?

This obsession, combined with a sense of defiance, made the mod consciousness even more determined to carry it out.

"Actually, it hurts a lot... yes, it hurts terribly!"

"I don't care! I want it! I want it!"

She stubbornly refused to switch to any other recreational activity, leaving Mo Fangyuan with a massive headache.

Had he known she would actually transform, he never would have made that promise. And now look at her! She was a mod consciousness! He simply could not afford to do anything that would damage her favorability rating, or he would bear the consequences himself!

"I want it! I just want to play!"

"No, no, no! You can find someone stronger and more enduring to play with—that would be much more comfortable..."

Realizing that rejection was impossible under the circumstances, Mo Fangyuan decided to redirect the trouble elsewhere and find a scapegoat to help shoulder the burden...

"No! I want you to accompany me!"

"Uh, my body isn't very strong; I'm not a qualified playmate..."

"But you're the king!"

"Is there a difference?"

"In the stories, kings and princesses always cuddle and stick together!"

"Where on earth did you hear that?"

"I saw it in a little yellow book inside your room!"

With the conversation having reached this point, Mo Fangyuan was left with only two choices: do it or don't do it.

"So, should I violate my own principles or not?"