[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

Hertfordshire is just getting a little light, and some small animals that inhabit the quiet fields have not yet opened their eyes.

The mansion of the Bennet family, a local squire, rich and well-known, is still in darkness.

In fact, at this point, logically speaking, even the helper maid has not woken up yet.

But at this moment, there were some rustling sounds in the Bennet house.

First a head poked out from the stairs, and then a little girl in a light yellow dress appeared.

She glanced back and forth, looked cautiously, and then carefully walked downstairs holding the handrail.

The skirt is made of fashionable silk material, with white lace showing at the neckline, cuffs, and hem of the skirt, which is obviously expensive.

The girl's brown curly hair is slightly curly, her face is rosy flushed, and her face is exquisite. She is the youngest child of the Bennet family—Lydia.

She quickened her pace impatiently, but kept looking left and right, for fear of knocking down some vase bookcase and waking everyone up.

Cautiously going down the stairs, she tried to take a shortcut while holding onto the table, and walked to the small garden behind.

But because the leg of lamb sleeves were a bit too long, after she almost tripped over a vase, she gave up the idea of ​​taking a small path, sped up her pace, and ran towards the door.

I met a good thing there yesterday, and I don’t know if the interesting thing I went to today is still there.

The girl gently opened the door, shivering a bit from the coldness that hit her face, and then suddenly realized that she was not wearing a coat.

Lydia was a little confused, and she was really afraid that she would be dragged and questioned by her sisters when she went back.

Lizzie will definitely ask the bottom line.

She simply took a deep breath, bit the bullet and walked out.

After leaving the house, the air that hits the face is a bit chilly.

The air has the fresh smell of green grass, sometimes mixed with the fragrance of flowers, and the morning mist and sunshine are mixed together, which has a fresh taste.

Lydia walked around the small garden for a long time, and finally found the mark made yesterday on the edge of a slightly brown ground.

She squatted down, took out the small shovel hidden in her bosom, and removed the marked piece of soil.

As the soil was dug up layer by layer, what was exposed was a rectangular wooden box that looked a bit old.

If Lydia was two years older, or if she had been followed, she would not have made such a serious mistake: opening an unknown box, not knowing whether it was safe or not.

It's a pity that the person who appeared in front of the box now was neither Lydia, who married Wickham later and suffered severe beatings from society, nor did she have anyone else around her.

Lydia frowned coquettishly, and glanced at the dirt-stained box in disgust.

She scraped the dirt with a small shovel, and opened the box impatiently.

Inside is a block of iron with a cold tone, silvery white and grayish.

"What is this?" She asked herself curiously, "Is it silver? Or a high-heeled shoe left by some prince?"

Lydia roughly picked up the iron block and shook it towards the sun.

no response.

She turned her head again, trying to disassemble the mysterious object.

He used his fingers to forcefully break off the iron block at the back, trying to see if there were expensive treasures hidden inside.

【Ding!Hello host, welcome to bind the "Almighty System", I am your system No. 101, the Almighty System aims to create an omnipotent host, and work hard to build a better society~]

An unknown voice suddenly sounded, startling Lydia.

Nervously, she threw away the iron block in her hand and shouted, "Who are you?"

Lydia opened her eyes and looked around.

The sun was rising in the east, radiating eager radiance and dispelling the chill.

The morning dew hangs clearly on the grass, reflecting beautiful brilliance.

Everything is so quiet and peaceful.

But no one.

Is it the hell?

She thought of the stories her sisters and parents told her, and her complexion suddenly turned pale.

[Hello host, the system is not a ghost.A system is a system. 】

The system replied sternly.

"You actually know what I'm thinking?!" Lydia shivered in fright.

She subconsciously knelt down and covered her head.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Lydia screamed.

[The system is not interested in the host.If the host wishes, the system can be called 101]

Listening to such a high-decibel cry, the system felt that it was about to be a waste.

Facing such a strange host, it felt a little bit at a loss.

The host that the system carried in the past was either ambitious or cunning at the beginning.

A lady from a famous family, a chivalrous woman of the rivers and lakes, a socialite, and the founding empress.

They all have strong ambitions and want to use the system to achieve what they want.

Never seen anything like this.

It glanced strangely at Lydia, who crouched down with her head in her arms, in a very standard posture.Nothing was said, nothing was done.

Even before the task was released, he started to be scared like a gopher.

Hmm... Do I have to use one word to describe it, vase?

The system that relies entirely on chance to select hosts, after so many helping missions, rarely fell into a short-term program chaos.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa then !" Lydia squatted on the ground trembling.

As if burying his head in the ground can prevent him from being eaten, he looks very stupid like an ostrich.

[The system does not eat people.Don't be afraid of the host, there are many benefits of being bound to the system. 】

The system racked its brains, trying to comfort the poor host.

This obviously didn't help.

Its program was confused for a while, and a new method was quickly thought of.

Why don't you just release the task first?

The system pondered for a while and found it feasible.

【Ding!You have a new task - cook a good breakfast. 】

Task?What?

She stared at the silver-white box for a while, and finally stopped her inhuman screaming.

Just when the system thought she had accepted the task, it began to be complacent about how wise it was.

Lydia almost shook off the iron box that was stuck to her hand, threw it down fiercely, and then ran away with her skirt in her hands.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ! ! ! !

Mom, mom, save your poor child! ! ! !

She ran back home in a hurry, panting heavily against the fence, and happened to bump into Mrs. Bennet who was about to go out.

"Oh my baby," Mrs. Bennet couldn't help but grabbed Lydia who was in a panic, hugged her into her arms, and stroked her sweaty hair, "Why did you get up so early today? You went to Where did you play?? You haven’t slept enough yet, go and sleep for a while!”

[The system does not rely on the iron box to contact the host, the iron box is just a temporary medium]

"Mom!" Lydia panicked, "Did you hear that terrible voice!"

What the hell is this?

Did opening the box summon the devil? ?

Is it the Pandora that Papa used to tell them about?

She shivered in Mrs. Bennet's arms.

"No baby," Mrs. Bennet reached out and touched her forehead, "it's not very hot. No fever?"

"If you ask me, my dear lady," said Mr. Bennet, shaking out the morning paper, with his usual sneering tone, "your darling has always had such a head—fever or no fever."

Lydia doesn't read books or newspapers every morning, and acts like a monster when she gets up. This obviously made Mr. Bennet, who is his father, dissatisfied for a long time.

"Oh, my dear sir," Mrs. Bennet supported the wall unhappily, "Lydia is a little sick, and you still say that about her!"

She complained to Mr. Bennet with great annoyance, as if one more no from the gentleman would make her faint.

"If that's the case, then I hope it will make her mind a little bit like Lizzie's—just a little bit. Watch your wallet, ma'am," said Mr. Bennet through his glasses. looked around.

It is true that Lydia's complexion is not very good, he frowned, "Okay, it looks like I just didn't sleep well, Lydia will go to sleep again, and Lizzie, come with me."

He saw Elizabeth who had just gone downstairs holding Jane's hand.

Elizabeth smiled apologetically at Jane, and ran towards the study with her skirt in hand.

Usually at this time, she would always show disdain, and Lydia, who rolled her eyes at her father's sweetheart, was rarely silent.

She was not as quiet as the usual bluffing Lydia, but more like when Mary was possessed, or when Kitty was alone.

"Mom, I want to go back to sleep for a while." She forced a smile at Mrs. Bennet, showing her usual expression, "Maybe I'm just a little sleepy."

"Are you sure you're all right, baby?" Mrs. Bennet looked extremely worried. She wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the housekeeper next to her.

"Ma'am," said the housekeeper Hill, "the appointment with Mrs. Lange is coming soon."

She reminded vaguely.

"Oh, but Lydia doesn't look very well..." Mrs. Bennet frowned, unwilling to let go, "You can chat anytime, but my baby is so uncomfortable..."

"I'm fine, Mom," Lydia patted Mrs. Bennet's hand wearily, "Go ahead and leave me alone, I'll just go to sleep."

She moved step by step, enduring the fear of an unknown creature beside her, and walked upstairs with difficulty while holding on to the railing. Mrs. Bennet looked back at three steps, and was finally caught by Hill. pulled away.

The stairs are too long, unlike the short and tight steps in memory, it looks like the kind of stairs in the church, which is extremely headache.

Lydia moved up a little bit like a snail, her mind was full of weird-looking creatures with tentacles and teeth in the horror novels she had read recently.

She moved halfway and was stopped by her eldest sister Jane.

"Honey, are you okay?" Jane touched her wet palm with some concern.

Lydia must have had a hard time sweating so much.

"Did you go to the back garden again?" She asked in a mild tone, but a little reproachfully, "You wore so little in the morning, and you went to such a cold place in the back garden."

Then he hugged her tenderly, "Anyway, I have nothing to do now. Mom is out, so I'll take you upstairs to have a rest."

"Get away from me!" Lydia screamed.

She shook off Jane's hand like an electric shock, and when she saw Jane's lost and sad expression, Lydia was sober.

Her nerves were too tense, and everyone looked like a potential perpetrator.

Before she murmured to explain her hurtful words, she passed out neatly under the gaze of several people.