The Star Dou Forest basked under a golden afternoon glow, with warm winds stirring the ancient trees. Within the sacred clearing, a seemingly ordinary scene unfolded—two tiny infants side by side, waving chubby arms and kicking their tiny legs. One was serene, obedient, and quiet; the other... a storm contained in baby form.
✨ Inside Tang Yan's Mind: The Great War Begins
Tang Yan floated in his spiritual space, feeling a growing sense of doom. The System's voice dripped with glee:
[1. System Announcement: Operation "Baby Emperor's Public Disaster" now 47% complete!]
Tang Yan panicked.
[Stop! I refuse! I won't say anything embarrassing in front of everyone!]
The System clicked its nonexistent tongue:
[2. Host resistance detected: Ineffective. Confidence level: 0%.]
Tang Yan gritted his teeth.
[You can't force me! I am the future strongest! Dignity matters!]
The System snickered:
[3. Strongest Milk Sovereign, maybe. Dignity sold separately.]
Tang Yan fumed as the System unfurled a virtual scroll.
[4. Proposed Speech Draft: "I, Tang Yan, Sovereign of Milk and Silk, decree...!"]
[5. Backup Speech Draft: "All hail my fluffy wormy servant!"]
Tang Yan shrieked internally.
[Cancel! Cancel it all!]
The System giggled:
[6. Too late, recordings already filed under "Host's Lifetime Humiliations Vol. 1."]
Tang Yan tried a different approach.
[Fine, I'll give a speech, but make it serious and majestic!]
The System fake-sobbed:
[7. Host dreams of seriousness? Tragic. Touching. Utterly delusional.]
[8. System recommends adding sparkle effects and random baby giggles for style points!]
Tang Yan: You evil AI!!
[9. Host will wear the Legendary Golden Bib of Courage for maximum majesty!]
Tang Yan's spirit nearly cracked.
[I'm gonna defect! Join another system! Anything!]
The System gasped dramatically:
[10. Betrayal detected! Host sentenced to 10 more pranks!]
Tang Yan wept mentally as the System projected outfits.
[11. Baby Knight Armor Set!]
[12. Glittery Tutu of Power!]
[13. Prince Baby Formalwear with Sparkle Cape!]
Tang Yan internally screamed.
[14. Host! Don't resist destiny! The Baby Emperor must dazzle the world!]
[15. Recommended Baby Scepter crafted from Tianmeng's silk!]
Tang Yan wheezed.
[16. Alternate Plan: Dramatic Confetti Explosion at the end of speech! Powered by Di Tian's compressed roars!]
Tang Yan clutched his soul.
[17. NO! I refuse the Confetti of Shame!!]
The System purred:
[18. Host's refusal noted... and gleefully ignored.]
[19. Special dance choreography unlocked! "Wiggle of Destiny"!]
Tang Yan considered self-imploding.
[20. Do I at least get to approve the background music?]
The System answered cheerfully:
[21. Absolutely not. Surprise BGM incoming. Hope Host enjoys Baby Shark Remix.]
Tang Yan: My life is over.
[22. Baby Throne made from Tianmeng's silk ordered. Extra frilly. Extra shame.]
Tang Yan tried pleading:
[23. Mercy! I'm a good baby!]
The System dramatically responded:
[24. Mercy denied. Your legend must start with grandeur! Even if it's the grandeur of memes!]
Finally, with a sinister giggle, the System whispered:
[25. Rest well, Host. Your day of glorious baby shame approaches. Hehehehe~]
Tang Yan curled up spiritually, questioning all of his life decisions.
✨ Outside World: Twin Baby Wars
Meanwhile, in the real world, the twin brothers were enacting their own private battle. Tang San, calm and composed, quietly grabbed Ah Yin's finger, suckling softly—pure angel. Tang Yan? The storm.
The second Tang San let go for a moment, and Tang Yan lunged forward, chubby fingers grabbing Tang San's silky hair. Tang San blinked in confusion, then retaliated by firmly grabbing Tang Yan's tiny nose. The two babies stared at each other, determination flashing in their wide innocent eyes.
Grunting cutely, they began the world's slowest wrestling match. Tang Yan tried to tug, and Tang San bonked his forehead lightly against his brother's. Ah Yin rushed over, laughing helplessly. "Yan'er! San'er! No fighting!" She gently separated the two squirming bundles, kissing each forehead.
Tang Hao picked Tang San up, chuckling under his breath. "San'er's patience… versus Yan'er's chaos." Di Tian watched silently. Gu Yuena, arms crossed, smiled faintly. "Two sides of the same coin," she murmured. "One will overturn the heavens… and the other… will rebuild it."
The winds of destiny whispered through the trees, carrying promises of the future. And at the center of it all, the two tiny brothers wriggled in their mother's arms—one serene, one plotting escape from birthday humiliation.
🌑 To be continued...