The puppy-shaped Beauty System was in a total panic. "You're only supposed to draw one task at a time! I've run diagnostics—there are no bugs. Host, once a task is drawn, it *has* to be completed..."
It finished the sentence with extreme caution, terrified Tan You would just drop everything and quit. Tan You paused, giving the Beauty System a suspicious look. 'Isn't this little system pulling some strings behind the scenes?'
The Beauty System looked as if it had been gravely accused. It raised its little paw and swore solemnly, "I have no authority to interfere with task selection! But I have heard that the power of a lingering will can sometimes be infinite, and at other times, infinitesimal..."
Tan You paused. "So this is the power of a soul?"
She smiled as she spoke. Her hand, which had been reaching for the first sphere of light, changed course and picked up the one that had appeared second.
