Yun Zhen was thrilled to hear Pei Hao’s request. Despite being bound to this “dog” system for so long, it had never proactively issued any tasks.

All it ever said was, “Make positive contributions to level up,” without providing any detailed guidance on what counted as a positive contribution. She had to figure everything out on her own. It was hard to tell whether the system was being aloof or just plain clueless—it certainly didn’t feel like a high-tech product.

Pei Hao’s request provided her with a clear direction. The task of repairing the city’s base stations sounded worthwhile. She was more than happy to help the little people restore communication, allowing those isolated by the disaster to reconnect.

Yun Zhen agreed readily, saying, “I can help. You don’t need to feel guilty. If you have any requests in the future, just ask openly. If it’s within my power, I won’t refuse.”

Pei Hao was so grateful that he repeatedly bowed toward the sky, hands clasped together.

Yun Zhen couldn’t help but smile, feeling excited at the prospect of meeting more little people.

The days that followed were quite routine. Each day, aside from providing Pei Hao with three meals, Yun Zhen would transport him to various base stations around Huacheng at set times in the morning and afternoon for repairs.

The system’s map had a real-time search function. By inputting the name of the desired building, it could instantly display all related sites within Huacheng. Then, by selecting one and following the AI’s navigation, they could easily reach their destination.

Pei Hao carried a ladder and a toolbox, while Yun Zhen acted as the “aircraft.” After arriving at a base station, Pei Hao would begin repairs, and Yun Zhen would return to her desk to continue her own work, refining the outline of her new book and preparing the opening chapters for submission.

The two worked well together, each fulfilling their roles, and their partnership was harmonious.

There were over 60,000 base stations in Huacheng, but most had been completely destroyed by the ongoing disasters. After some discussion, Yun Zhen and Pei Hao decided to prioritize certain areas for repairs, focusing on regions that had high population densities before the apocalypse, while still trying to cover as many places as possible.

After repairing a station, they would use a loudspeaker to broadcast a message, directing survivors to move closer to restored signal areas.

Occasionally, they encountered residents in dire straits during their repairs. Pei Hao would hand out the nutritional liquids he carried, and if Yun Zhen was present, she would give out small cakes and bottled water.

However, they noticed something strange—the number of survivors they encountered was far fewer than expected, barely reaching ten. Moreover, those they did meet were wary, disheveled, and frightened, with high levels of suspicion. They would grab the supplies and run off, not giving any chance for conversation.

Yun Zhen didn’t think much of it. In fact, she didn’t have the time to dwell on it, given her busy schedule. How could she worry about those who refused to interact?

Helping Pei Hao repair the base stations wasn’t particularly difficult. The only downside was that each time they moved from one location to another, Yun Zhen had to manually perform the operation.

When the distances were especially long, she had to keep her arm raised for extended periods, which made her arm ache after a while.

Frustrated, she complained to the system, “Can’t you be more flexible? Like in online games, where you can spend some money or something to get an item that lets the little people teleport from the starting point to their destination instantly. That would be more advanced and better suited to a system with space-time interaction capabilities.”

The system replied coldly: “If you’re weak, you should practice more.”

Yun Zhen: “…”

Unbelievable—this is blatant disregard for customer satisfaction!

Is the interstellar system so high and mighty that it doesn’t care about user experience at all?

Fuming, Yun Zhen puffed up her cheeks and angrily chugged a bottle of icy cold soda.

Then, she dutifully continued her role as the “aircraft,” punctually ferrying the busy Pei Hao to and from his base station repair work.

On the day Yun Zhen completed and submitted the opening chapters of her new book, the custom-ordered miniature house finally arrived. She eagerly unpacked the delivery, excited to inspect the much-anticipated safe house.

The miniature house was beautifully crafted, perfectly matching the requirements she had outlined in her design.

It was a two-story modern Chinese-style villa, with each floor standing 15 centimeters tall and a 10-centimeter-high foundation. Including the custom drainage roof, the total height was about 43 centimeters.

The house had plenty of rooms: three bedrooms, two living rooms, a kitchen, and two bathrooms on the first floor; and five bedrooms, one living room, and two bathrooms on the second floor.

Yun Zhen had learned from Pei Hao that his family was large. His grandparents were still alive, his parents were loving, and his elder brother and sister-in-law had been married for just three years, with a son who was not yet six months old. Pei Hao and his second sister were both still single. The entire family lived together and had very harmonious relationships.

Based on this information, Yun Zhen customized the safe house with extra rooms to store miscellaneous items.

Even though she didn’t know if the other members of the Pei family would want to move in, it was better to be prepared.

After all, in the dangerous environment of an apocalyptic world, finding a safe and secure place to live wasn’t easy. The miniature house she had built was both sturdy and mobile. With a properly dug foundation, it could be placed securely, and if they encountered a disaster too severe to handle, the entire house could be moved. Even with their advanced technology, the little people’s world hadn’t yet reached this level of convenience and absurdity.

The interior of the miniature house was simply furnished, without too many fancy decorations. The furniture was 3D-printed using safe materials, and if the little people found it uncomfortable, they could move in and make modifications or replacements as needed.

The house had functioning water and electricity, powered by an external rechargeable battery stored in the backyard shed. The battery could be removed for charging or discarded entirely, leaving room for the little people to make their own adjustments.

The backyard featured a large, enclosed water tank, providing clean water for the entire house. There was also a knob on top for Yun Zhen to manually open and refill with fresh water.

If there was any flaw, it was that the house’s water pipes were a bit too thick for the little people. Where normal household pipes would produce a gentle stream, the purified water pipes in the miniature house were more like drainage pipes, gushing water at a much higher rate. Of course, these could easily be replaced later.

Another concern was the bathroom and shower. Yun Zhen had the foundation prepared with drainage pipes and a septic tank, but she didn’t install toilets, showerheads, or sinks, leaving those spots for the little people to set up themselves.

After all, no matter how meticulous her craftsmanship was, it couldn’t match the specialized facilities in the little people’s world.

They would also need to prepare their own household appliances, as there was no way her era could produce such small, intricate items.

The miniature house had a spacious yard, surrounded by tall walls with a front gate and a back gate. The gates were removable, allowing the little people to replace them with more secure, advanced versions from their world.

The yard featured two areas for livestock: a cow shed and a chicken coop, both equipped with rain and sun protection, allowing the little people to raise a few backup food sources.

Yun Zhen carefully inspected the house and felt it met her requirements.

She glanced at the time—it was now 4:30 PM, and Pei Hao’s work was likely wrapping up. It was time to bring him back to Yulong Mountain and let the miniature house begin its new role.