Red Ideology

When Yu Fuli once again silently sneaked into Xiao Chi's room, jumped onto the neatly made bed, and began to tug at the sheets with its claws, the system in his mind finally spoke.

[Host, why do you insist on going against him?]

Yu Fuli didn't stop. She lowered her head, bit the fabric that had already been ripped open, and tore it open with her teeth.

He paused for a moment before replying to the system: "Isn't this what you wanted to do? Make him annoyed with me and throw me out."

[Host, that's not what I meant.] The system's voice carried a hint of helplessness. [You know what I'm referring to.]

If Yu Fuli's previous destruction of the house was merely to annoy Xiao Chi so that he could leave the villa, then...

So now, the deliberate and fierce tearing under his claws does indeed carry a touch of his own inexplicable emotions.

There are indeed some personal grudges involved.

After tearing the bed sheet, Yu Fuli slowly gathered the strips of cloth together with her mouth, forming a loose ball.

He examined the pile of fruit for two seconds, then suddenly kicked off with his hind legs.

The ball rolled away and precisely burrowed under the table.

His tail wagged happily, as if he had just completed a satisfying shot, before he slowly spoke, his tone light and airy: "I'm not angry, how could I be angry, let alone angry at such scum."

【…】

The system watched as he turned to the pillow, his sharp teeth sinking into the soft fabric, and fell silent for a moment.

This doesn't look lifeless at all.

She's clearly furious.

The system truly didn't understand why Yu Fuli was acting this way. Although she had caused trouble before, it wasn't like this, where she was acting on impulse.

But the data analysis clearly indicated that this was not the time to ask questions.

So it chose to remain silent, simply watching.

Yu Fuli took a few more bites at the fluffy feather pillow, its teeth sinking deep, and then suddenly ripped it open with a tearing sound, creating a long gash in the pillow.

But he still seemed unsatisfied, so he grabbed the edge of the torn fabric, shook his head violently, and tore it from side to side!

In an instant, pure white downy feathers surged out from the tear, tossed into the air by the violent movement, fluttering and rustling as they covered the bed and floor, like a snowfall of feathers.

After venting her frustrations, Yu Fuli left the room seemingly satisfied and returned to her little nest.

Once his emotions seemed to have calmed down a bit, the system finally asked the question that had been lingering for a long time: [Why was the host angry? Xiao Chi's family background and experiences shaped his personality. The other F4 are the same. This is the basic setting of the world.]

Yu Fuli was not happy.

He curled himself up in the soft nest, his voice muffled: "His background and past shaped him, that's true. But that doesn't mean he can take it for granted to despise others and trample on their dignity at will."

"But this is just a written world, host." The system's voice was calm and rational. "You seem to be getting a little too involved."

Yu Fuli was visibly taken aback. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly, his tone unusually earnest: "Perhaps to you, this is just a fictional text. But to me, from the moment I stepped into this world, when my feet truly touched this land, felt the warmth of the sun, breathed the air fragrant with flowers, saw the growth of every blade of grass and tree, met every person who could cry and laugh... and from all of this, when I experienced genuine emotional fluctuations, then it truly existed for me."

The system seemed to understand something.

Yu Fuli genuinely experiences this world as real, but the contradiction lies in the fact that he doesn't belong here.

The knowledge and principles he carries act like a transparent barrier, subtly separating him from the operating logic of this world.

Like someone who grew up in their hometown and one day had to leave for a distant place. Everything before them, the customs and traditions, was different from what they remembered. It wasn't that they couldn't see it, but they could never truly integrate into it.

Yu Fuli stubbornly walks through this world according to his own principles, but this misalignment of perception is like going against the current, which will only cause him to keep hitting walls and feel suffocated and in pain everywhere.

[Host,] the system's voice was adjusted to the gentlest frequency it could simulate. [Once the mission is complete, we can go home.]

Yu Fuli let out a muffled hum through her nose as a response.

"Moreover," he changed the subject, his voice revealing a cold, insightful edge, "there's precedent for worlds with Celestial Dragons like this. Do you know what the final outcome was?"

What is it?

"A new nation has been founded."

Yu Fuli let out two short, sharp snorts through his nose, his tone resolute and earnest: "If you ask me, we should arrest all those so-called celestial beings and parasites clinging to the people, and purge them all! Firmly adhering to the socialist path is the right way!"

He spoke with such sincerity that even the system paused for a rare moment before slowly replying, its electronic voice revealing genuine surprise: "So, host, you're serious? You really want to be a successor to socialism?"

"Otherwise what?" Yu Fuli retorted.

Taking the civil service exam was certainly a safe way for him to secure a stable job and no longer have to play the role of an Arctic fox at the zoo, but he buried himself in his studies for a full ten years.

If one does not truly identify with those ideals and beliefs deep in their heart, who would spend ten years painstakingly studying those thick, difficult, and hypnotic classics?

As for why he seemed to let loose a bit after entering this little world?

Please, he's still a fox at heart.

Even if they become spirits and gain intelligence, they still retain the untamed spirit of wild creatures in the mountains. Moreover, human nature itself contains many subtle complexities.

For ten whole years he has been disciplined and single-minded. Now that he has entered a new world, shouldn't he be allowed to release his suppressed wildness a little?

After Yu Fuli finished speaking, he realized that he had been a bit too radical. He shrank his neck and buried his chin in the fluffy fur of his tail.

[...] The system's silence seemed longer this time, before continuing: [The host's conviction has indeed exceeded the initial assessment. However, under the current world parameters, the probability of your proposed path being realized is infinitely close to zero. The economic base, superstructure, and power structure of this world...]

"Stop, stop." Yu Fuli scratched her ear with her hind paw, somewhat impatiently. "I know the probability is low, almost impossible. But just because something is difficult doesn't mean we shouldn't even think about it, or even talk about it."

He paused, his voice lowering: "I've studied for ten years, learning not just how to take exams, but also that logic, that ideal. It taught me what is right and what is wrong. Even if I were a fox now, in... in what you see as a false world, a world dominated by so-called settings, I couldn't pretend I didn't know right from wrong, couldn't turn a blind eye to those glaring mistakes. That's a different matter from whether I can do it or not."

The system appeared to be performing high-speed calculations. After a few seconds: [Emotional and moral logic can sometimes conflict with mission efficiency and the host's own safety. Based on deduction, your current behavioral patterns and speech tendencies have a 73% probability of prematurely triggering an extreme negative reaction from a key plot character, increasing mission risk.]

"So what?" Yu Fuli's tail taut for a moment, then slowly relaxed. "Just because I'm afraid of risks, I have to transform myself into someone else, to cater to things I can't stand? System, then what have I been doing for the past ten years, and everything I'm doing now, all for the sake of passing the civil service exam, or to become something I can't even recognize myself, so I can adapt to a world I don't agree with at all?"

This question is somewhat convoluted, and even has a philosophical undertone.

The system fell silent again.

Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Yu Fuli ignored it.

……

Outside the annex.

Two luxury cars drove in, indicating that guests had arrived.