ARIWLBBC Chapter 1

After the monthly marriage matching concluded, by 6:00 PM on the main star time of the Abel star system, all participating Alliance citizens received notifications.

Upon receiving the notification, adult citizens were divided into two batches.

The batch that received an object couldn’t contain their excitement, resembling fish in a pond, wriggling and twisting like pretzels, wishing they could play a suona to the sky like anchovies.

The general procedure for this batch was to announce the result on the star network with screenshots, inform family members of the allocation, tidy up nicely, and eagerly contact the allocated partner. They would reserve an intelligent restaurant or exchange Second World ID numbers, embarking on a three-month sweet date.

The other batch, calm as a chicken, exuded the unique salty fragrance of single nobility, seeming like fish jerky already canned.

Their procedure was to quietly open their light brains, write their own little melancholic story on the star network with a faintly sad melody.

When will sweet love finally come their way, or is it just a legendary thing?

On the second day after the allocation, a Q&A with over a billion reposts surfaced on the star network. Almost every Alliance citizen, upon waking up, could see the message pushed to their light brains.

#Failed to be matched for the thirtieth time, is there still hope for me?#

The question was ordinary, as after every matching, there would be desperate cries from those who continuously failed to match. Similar questions could be found by casually searching the star network, with tens of thousands of such posts. So why did this one go viral?

Curious netizens continued reading, and upon seeing the responder, everything became clear.

Selected Response:

Lieber Shuang (Blue V Certification: 37th Chief of the Alliance, Second World Stability Officer):

“Thank you for the invitation.

After nearly three years of data analysis and careful consideration, I, along with twenty-seven Alliance parliament members and relevant professionals, have decided to exercise the parliament’s right granted by the Alliance Constitution. This month, we will publish a blue paper detailing the abolition or significant modification of the current marriage matching system, adapting the law to the current interstellar alliance.

As is well known, the Marriage Matching Law was proposed by the 37th Chief of the Alliance, Fasel, to address the sharp decline in population after immigration and war. Now, the Alliance’s population has adapted to the level of productivity development. If the marriage matching system continues, in the not-too-distant future, the total resource demand of the Alliance population will pose a threat to social stability…”

Skipping over thousands of professional terms, after the Q&A, the next thing pushed in the light brain was today’s hot search. The first item was:

#Chief Fails Marriage Matching for the 136th Time, Breaking the Guinness Interstellar Alliance Record, Medal and Certificate Issued.#

The cause and effect were laid bare.

Articles continued in the hot search, especially the in-depth analysis by “Alliance Gourmet Front Line”: “Can’t eat grapes, tear down the grapevine, digging into the love-hate relationship between the Chief and the marriage matching system.” The number of likes broke ten million within six hours.

“According to reports, the chief submitted his information to the database on the day he became an adult, eagerly awaiting allocation while attending military school. However, fate loves to play tricks on young people. After waiting for seven years and experiencing twenty-eight failed allocations, the chief, who was already a lieutenant, angrily joined the interstellar war.

In three years of interstellar warfare, the chief achieved remarkable feats, rising to the rank of major general. Just as Admiral Moore was retiring, creating a vacancy, after a nomination and election, the 28-year-old chief became the youngest admiral in the history of the Alliance, eligible to run for the chief position.

At this point, it’s worth mentioning a piece of trivia. According to the Alliance marriage matching system, citizens who experience continuous matching failures for ten years, i.e., forty consecutive times, automatically move up to priority status, with one monthly match.”

At this moment, Chief Shuang penned down “Marriage and Freedom,” condemning the drawbacks of the marriage matching system and advocating for free love.

As of this year, the 36-year-old Chief has experienced 136 consecutive matchmaking failures, surpassing the record of 135 failures set by the mutant slime Tom, created by Tom’s 135 matching failures.

(Note: Mutant slime Tom possesses 720 genders, lacks reproductive functions, has lower intelligence, a terrible personality, and is quite troublesome.)

Although it’s currently unclear how Chief Shuang is “better” than Tom, with 136 consecutive failures, it undoubtedly dealt a significant blow to the marriage matching system. Now, Chief Shuang is determined to abolish the marriage matching system, bringing a sense of relief to both parties.

Finally, next month might be the last time the marriage matching system matches for Chief Shuang. In a matter of life and death, the self-proclaimed strongest AI in the marriage matching system, Qiuqiu, should consider us single dogs and find a match for Chief Shuang. After all, free love is too damn difficult!”

Illustrations:

“Marriage and Freedom” cover.jpg

Tom the slime with a blank face.jpg

Marriage matching system “3107 Annual Strongest AI” trophy.jpg

In the control system tower, the civilian-level marriage department, blue data streams surged wildly, reaching the peak processing speed of several trillion times per millisecond.

Within the Alliance’s jurisdiction are 367 life-bearing star systems, each containing approximately 530,000 civilized planets. The screening scope has expanded to the lowest and most primitive single-celled organisms. As night falls, the data flow gradually slows down and finally struggles to pop up a red “0.”

The blue data flow converges into the form of a girl in loose pajamas, holding a bag of potato chips made up of countless 0s and 1s. She sits on the ground, tears in her eyes, opening a new episode of the romantic ethical drama, savoring the bitterness of impending abandonment, shedding bitter tears made of data.

×

A somewhat dilapidated spaceship traverses the magnificent and hot nebula, entering the dust belt. Inside the cargo hold, smugglers, covered in blankets, wrap their bodies again.

Under the cold light of sterilizing lamps, a pale-faced youth leans closely against the porthole, beautiful black eyes gazing outside. Starlight pours into them, serene and radiant.

“Is it good-looking?” The middle-aged man beside the youth behaves courteously, wearing white gloves. He hands over a silver bottle, “This is the last bottle of breathing liquid. In four hours, we’ll reach the main star of the Abel star system.”

“Thank you, Mr. Huiman.” Bo Ge takes the breathing liquid, gulps it down. It’s said to allow breathing underwater, and in the cargo hold with insufficient oxygen solubility, it prevents suffocation. Bo Ge has already consumed dozens of bottles.

Outside the porthole, a huge and murky ice fragment drifts by. Bo Ge widens his eyes, staring at the irregular ice chunk, fixating on it.

This is Bo Ge’s first time leaving the desolate planet since his rebirth. In his previous life, as a well-behaved youth of the 21st century, he followed the rules, worked diligently, with the only flaw being his love for adventure and excessive curiosity.

So, when news came that holographic games had become a reality, Bo Ge immediately signed up for the experience. After wearing the helmet, securing the control device around his waist, and ensuring the gloves and foot roller devices were in place, accompanied by the staff’s “start,” Bo Ge felt an electric shock all over his body. Subsequently, he smelled a burnt odor, and the staff’s screams echoed through the sky.

Even though he confirmed his own demise, Bo Ge’s consciousness did not disappear. Passing through boundless darkness and murmurs of chaos, when he opened his eyes again, he had become a baby on a desolate planet, relying on Mr. Huiman for survival without even a name.

According to Mr. Huiman, it is now the year 3111 in the ancestral star calendar. In 2112, Earth experienced a catastrophic disaster due to abnormal solar activity. Humans, along with a part of Earth’s organisms, escaped, forming the interstellar alliance. Until now, their existence has been quite miserable.

In the eighteen years on the desolate planet, Mr. Huiman had strict requirements for Bo Ge. Daily physical training, kidnapping and escape survival training, occasional poison trials to increase resistance, and communication with animals using a frequency modulator were all part of Bo Ge’s routine.

Faced with mutated creatures on the desolate planet that understood nothing, only desired meat, every time Bo Ge slackened, Mr. Huiman would mention what people from other families were capable of at Bo Ge’s age.

“At your age, people from other families can already pilot starships and fight against the insect race.”

Bo Ge instantly became solemn.

Mr. Huiman would also conduct various tests on Bo Ge. He lived in intense and dangerous conditions almost every day. However, thinking that other humans might be worse off than himself, Bo Ge endured.

Not long ago, Mr. Huiman suddenly announced they were moving to a bustling main star of the Abel star system. However, there would be cosmic radiation unbearable for humans there, and unless wearing special protective suits, Bo Ge absolutely couldn’t go out.

After a week of travel, they were almost there.

Leaning against the porthole, the fair and curious face of the youth was imprinted on the window. A massive planetary fragment floated by outside, and Bo Ge stared fixedly at it.

In this scene, Bo Ge realized how small he was in the vast universe.

“Uncomfortable…” A smuggler shivered, pulling the blanket from his body, oddly arching his back, emitting a beast-like roar.

Several smugglers around, nonchalant about the disturbance, made way, and four or five strong men emerged, firmly pressing down the limbs of the convulsing smuggler.

The commotion caused quite a stir, and Bo Ge sat by the porthole, watching with curiosity.

“No more tranquilizers.”

“Quick, hold him down!”

The convulsing smuggler’s face twisted, and he writhed left and right. Bo Ge watched quietly. Suddenly, the man’s face rapidly sprouted many yellow-brown hairs, the nose bone protruded, sharp teeth were exposed, and his body swelled several times. Breaking free from the restraint of several people, he wildly bit and tore.

“This is what I told you, a beastman. The largest ethnic group in the current alliance, including this term’s chief of the Interstellar Alliance, is also a beastman.”

Mr. Huiman remained exceptionally calm, providing on-site teaching. “They strive to maintain a human form, but a beast is always a beast, and they can never escape their animalistic nature deep in their genes.”

Mr. Huiman  elegantly flicked his pointed ears, displaying his proud elf lineage. Bo Ge’s eyes gleamed, looking at the crazed bear not far away, all fluffy and quite large.

Compared to the creatures on the desolate planet covered in stickiness, scales, and venom, most of which are repulsive, the bear furiously shedding its hair in front of me is simply adorable.

Several strong men unable to restrain the bear one by one take off their clothes. Mr. Huiman looks at the youth, and Bo Ge instinctively covers his eyes with his hands, leaving a slit to secretly observe.

Seeing several men supporting themselves with their hands, shaking their bodies, they transform into bears of various sizes and fur colors. Among them, one of them even has a white crescent-shaped fur resembling an Asian black bear.

This is really stirring up a bear’s nest.

Several large bears are entangled in a melee, their fur of various colors mixed into a bear ball. A yellow-brown bear climbs out from below, panting with red eyes, its black nose twitching, as if it has caught an extremely tempting scent. The giant bear head slowly turns towards the youth.

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