Category: What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God’s Bathtub

Hi all! Sorry about the unexplained absence. It was a sequence of inexplicable coincidences that rendered me both ill and temporarily one-handed for more than a week. LOL. Typing with one hand slowed me down to ¼ speed. Here’s chapter 44! Enjoy!

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     It appeared that singing really did have effects He Ruge couldn’t explain. Regardless of all else, it was already considered highly uncanny to be able to sing the otherwise energetic little monster to sleep.

     He Ruge looked at the fruit candy that was in his hand yet to be given and felt a little helpless. He carefully placed the fruit candy next to the little monster’s paws before quietly leaving Room 104.

     After exiting the game, He Ruge wrote for two hours. The songs (he) played in the background while he typed were all nursery rhymes, from “Under the Bridge in Front of the Door” to “Grandmother’s Bridge”. Not only did He Ruge learn to sing these nursery rhymes, but under the influence of the children’s songs, everything he wrote ended up especially lively and energetic.

     He Ruge, who just finished doing his research (on nursery rhymes), logged back into the game. He couldn’t wait to find Yellow Ferret in Room B6, but realizing it was lunch time, he couldn’t let the little monster go hungry. Thus, He Ruge took the nutrient solution and opened the door of Room 104.

     The little monster inside the room was instantly awakened when he heard the sound of the door opening. When he saw that the person who entered was He Ruge, the little monster’s body relaxed. He rubbed his eyes with his paws, and the little monster asked in confusion: “How did I fall asleep?”

     “Did you sleep well?” He Ruge squatted down in front of the little monster and asked in a soothing voice.

     The little monster nodded: “Head doesn’t hurt anymore, and……” He hesitated for a moment, but didn’t complete the rest of his words.

     He Ruge didn’t stress about the little monster’s unspoken words. Instead, he handed the nutrient solution to the little monster, “This is your lunch, you can eat a fruit candy afterwards.” He used a finger and pointed to the candy next to the little monster’s paw, “Which flavors do you prefer to eat? This one is strawberry flavored. Next time, I can bring you candy with other flavors.”

     The little monster sniffed. After memorizing the scent of strawberry, he asked: “Any flavor is okay?”

     “As long as I have the flavor, I’ll give it to you.” The fruit candy selection in the Love Mall was rich in options, including apple, durian, cherry, orange, etc.

     “Then, I want you.” The little monster blurted out.

     He Ruge momentarily couldn’t react, “Want, want me?”

     The little monster nodded vigorously.

     He Ruge, who was shocked by the little monster’s wild demand, pointed to himself and asked: “What flavor am I?”

     “……Very sweet, sweeter than strawberry flavor.” When he bit into He Ruge’s fingertips the first time, an overpowering sweetness that transcended mountains and seas exploded out, blowing past all the defenses in his heart. He originally felt that for someone whose blood tasted so sweet, their entire person must also be sweet.

     “Just one lick, and the sweetness would linger in your mouth for a long time.” 

     The nights after He Ruge left, the sweetness would often still linger in his mouth. Whenever he was suffering from the gene altering injections, the sweetness on the tip of his tongue seemed to be a gentle compensation from the other party.

     “It’s very fragrant and doesn’t sting the nose at all. But, after smelling it once, nothing else smells fragrant anymore.” There was no longer any other smell that could stimulate him into a crazed hunger.

     The little monster stared at the person in front of him and came to a conclusion: “You are the best tasting flavor in the world.”

     Facing this large and intense white tiger, He Ruge weakly defended himself: “No, I don’t taste good.”

     The little monster hurriedly replied: “You taste the best.”

     Realizing that he couldn’t change the little monster’s perspective, He Ruge was afraid that the little monster would (take the opportunity to steal a) bite in order to prove his deliciousness on the spot, so he could only accept the little monster’s praise.

     ……Although he really didn’t want such a praise.

     “Okay then, although I’m very delicious, there is one thing I regret to tell little child Miao Miao. There is no such flavor choice among the fruit candies. Fruit candy only tastes like fruit; I am not a type of fruit, do you understand?” He Ruge coldly and ruthlessly broke the little monster’s fantastical desires.

     The little monster nodded regrettably. As his gaze fell on He Ruge’s bandaged hand, he obediently said: “I won’t eat you.” He was a good baby who knew his father was poor, so he took the initiative to give up buying snacks.

     He Ruge: “……”

     Miao Miao, father really wants to give you something delicious, but there is only one father. After eating, you will have no more ‘fathers’……

     Though, if the little monster really showed good behaviour, it wasn’t impossible to allow him one lick. He Ruge, who seemingly had no (moral) bottom line, looked at the little monster lovingly, “I have something to do and must leave first. I’ll come visit Miao Miao again in the afternoon.”

     The little monster watched He Ruge leave with a mouthful of fruit candy.

     When the door was completely shut, the little monster stared at the tightly closed door blankly, and his sharp tiger teeth suddenly clamped down, crushing the fruit candy into sand.

     Why must he leave?

     Why didn’t he stay with me?

     I already promised not to eat you, so why can’t you stay with me forever?

     Dark red vertical pupils faintly appeared, but before his emotions were about to go out of control, the sweetness on the tip of his tongue barely awakened the little monster’s last trace of reason. He buried his face in his paws and whimpered.

     Xi Guican, wake up, quickly.

     I’m so scared. I’m scared that I’ll end up doing something irreparable again.

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     He Ruge walked to Room B6. Yellow Ferret stood by the door and (used his body) to shield for He Ruge as he used one little heart to block the monitoring system. He cleared his throat a few times and then opened the door to Cell Number 1.

     Then, he froze in shock.

     It was because the occupant of cell number 1 was a little black puppy. He didn’t have yellow fur, but he had a pair of large grape-like eyes.

     When those big watery eyes looked over sparklingly, there was a familiar sense of curiosity and innocence within them.

     This was …… No.1.

     He Ruge covered his mouth in disbelief and stood stock still. The little black puppy enthusiastically approached and circled around He Ruge. His little nose twitched, and finally, No.1 latched onto He Ruge’s legs, blinking his eyes happily, and letting out a soft milky bark.

     His heart seemed to be filled with both sweet and sour grape-like emotions. He Ruge knelt down and embraced No.1 who was wagging his tail wildly, and he pressed his chin gently against No.1’s head, “I’m so sorry.”

     He looked into these black grape-like eyes and repeated “I’m sorry” over and over.

     Sorry, No.1, I owe you this hug.

     The little black puppy licked at He Ruge’s chin in a clingy manner, his little tongue lolling out with joy.

     After He Ruge sang for all the cubs, he was so tired that he could hardly walk. In fact, by the end, He Ruge barely had the strength to speak. It was a weakness stemming from the feeling of having his body hollowed out. His voice wasn’t even hoarse. He was just thoroughly exhausted.

     A bold theory flashed across his mind. He Ruge lifted up the legs of his trousers and found that the red streaks on his ankles were already so faint he could only barely see them.

     It appeared that singing consumed the energy accumulated by the bloodline pattern. However, like this, it meant that the singing was definitely effective and had high potential in increasing the survival rate of the experimental subjects.

     After He Ruge wearily went offline, he fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow, as if he hadn’t slept in three days and three nights.

     The next time he awoke was seven in the evening. Machiney was condemning He Ruge’s extremely low word count efficiency on Penguin, so He Ruge turned off Penguin with a guilty conscience. After rapidly eating some takeout, he immediately logged back into the game to find the little monster.

     When he logged in this time, in addition to the nutrient supplement, He Ruge also brought along the medical kit. Every night, he had to give the little monster the injection. 

     Injecting the gene altering solution would speed up the little monster’s growth, and He Ruge couldn’t imagine how big the little monster would become by the end of this experiment.

     Would a towering and gigantic big white tiger still be meng?

     Age was truly the pig-killing knife ^[1], and he who carried the medical box was Age’s dog ^[2]. He Ruge, realizing his own identity (as Age’s borrowed hand), opened the door sadly and made eye contact with the little monster crouching by the door.

     The blankets originally piled up in the corner were all dragged to the door, and the little monster himself also moved from the innermost part of the room to the area beside the door.

     He Ruge suddenly recalled a video. When the owner left their house, the pets inside the house continued to guard the door, waiting from daylight to nightfall, from alert to lethargic. But, the moment the door opened, they would rush towards their delayed owner enthusiastically and give the owner their unreserved love.

     “Sorry, I kept you waiting for a long time.” He Ruge bent down and whispered to the little monster.

     A pair of blue eyes glittered embarrassedly as they avoided He Ruge’s line of sight. The little monster dragged the bedding back into the corner. He stood back against the wall and faced He Ruge as he said: “I didn’t wait long.”

     His tiger tail swept across his bottom, and the little monster suddenly turned his head and said nervously: “Don’t stick the needle on my butt this time.” He lifted his paws and recommended: “You can stick it here.”

     He Ruge suppressed a smile and nodded in agreement.

     “Finish dinner first, then we’ll do the injection.” He Ruge unwittingly smiled after saying that. It sounded like he was trying to persuade the little monster to eat his last meal.

     The little monster didn’t understand why He Ruge was smiling, but this didn’t prevent him from admiring He Ruge’s smiling face. He took a sip of the nutrient solution and then sneaked a glance at He Ruge. This way, the nutrient solution he drank would taste sweet.

     After the little monster finished drinking the nutrient solution, He Ruge lowered his voice and said, “Miao Miao’s performance was very good today, so I want to give Miao Miao a reward.”

     The little monster looked at He Ruge expectantly.

     Under the gaze of those azure blue eyes, He Ruge suddenly felt like his next words were a little shady.

     Well, maybe more than a little.

     “After the injection, as long as Miao Miao and I stay in physical contact for a while, it won’t hurt.” He Ruge trampled his conscience so that he could lie in a serious manner to the little monster without guilt.

     The “Pain Nullifier” didn’t actually require the little monster to be in physical contact with him in order to be effective, but the little monster didn’t know that! This was a good opportunity to use nonsense to acquire benefits. If he simply let it go like this, he’d be missing a hundred million (opportunities).

     “Really?” The little monster couldn’t believe it.

     He Ruge seemed to hear the sound of his own conscience running away from home.

     “Really.” 

     He Ruge held up the little monster’s paws, and after injecting the gene altering solution, he quickly used the “Pain Nullifier” on the little monster.

[Use “Pain Nullifier” on No. 20]

     【Yes】

     【No】

[Please adjust the pain reduction value]

[Reduce the pain level to 0%]

     【Yes】

     【No】

     The moment he selected [Yes], He Ruge took a deep breath and mustered up the courage of “one who does not enter the tiger’s den shall not acquire a tiger cub”^[3] and the fearless mentality that “the strong cannot look back” and firmly enveloped the little monster in a bear hug——

     The little monster has a cylindrical waist that couldn’t be fully embraced by two arms, snow-white fur that felt smoother than silk, and a warmth that pillows didn’t carry. He Ruge buried his face in the soft, thick tiger fur. With open arms, he hugged the little monster from behind.

     He could feel the little monster’s body suddenly stiffen, and the muscles beneath the layer of fur had tensed up from apprehension. He was also holding his breath.

     He Ruge, too, held his breath at the same time. 

He felt that he must have gone insane. The whole world had gone insane. He was hugging an absurdly enormous kitten, and the said kitten actually didn’t show any signs of struggle, obediently allowing him to hug it.

     With his cheeks sunken in the long, soft fur, He Ruge could hear his own heartbeat pounding in the environment that was so quiet, even the sounds of breathing had ceased.

     “……does it hurt?” The sound of the voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. It was almost like he was asking about something questionable.

     After a long period of silence, the little monster also replied to him in a super quiet voice: “……it doesn’t hurt.”

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The author has something to say:

Little Theater: 

Little Monster: I’m not itchy, I didn’t wait a long time, I’m not shy

He Ruge: But I still love you very much

Little Monster: (Face fully flushed but thankfully it’s covered by fur) I’m not blushing

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     He Ruge smelled the distinct aura of an incoming boss fight when the two new rare items appeared. He put away “Who is the murderer” and used the “Upgraded File Save Assistant” to change his last save point.

     He still had one remaining chance to save anytime, anywhere ^[1]. The only limitation was that the file reading time would be considerably long. 

     He Ruge brushed through his library of knowledge. He would learn 300 nursery rhymes today and find a chance to sing it to all the cubs in the Ice Project. According to Ruan Ruan, even humming a few lines was effective. If he sang three times for each experimental subject, it should be able to improve their overall survival rate.

     After thinking through his plans for the three Ice Project participation chances, He Ruge bought a piece of fruit candy, planning to feed it to the little monster.

     He shouldn’t let physiological fear block his chances at petting a tiger.

     Although the little monster had grown big enough that he should technically be called “big monster”, his temperament was still the same as a child’s. However, He Ruge still referred to him simply as the little monster because no matter how big the little monster grew, in He Ruge’s heart, he will forever be a little broken bear child.

     He pushed open the door of Room 104 and saw the little monster laying on the bedding. The new bedding gifted yesterday was already almost too small for the little monster, and his whip-like tiger tail had to be closely attached to his butt in order to not fall off the side.

     A pair of silver-white Zerg wings were strewn across the floor. When the little monster saw He Ruge, the Zerg wings unconsciously trembled lightly. The slight vibration of the wing tips was comparable to joy sprouting from the tip of one’s heart.

     He Ruge supported himself with the wall and walked a few steps. Under the gaze of the fierce tiger eyes, he tried his best to maintain a facade of calmness and sat down half a meter from the little monster. He Ruge had never sat in such an upright posture before, back straight and shoulders desperately clenched, tensed until his collarbone felt like it was about to pop out.

     “It seems we haven’t properly introduced each other before. My name is He Ruge, what is your name?” He Ruge asked. Since Little White Tiger was called Xi Guican, then the little monster must also have a name.

     Calling the little monster a “little monster” in his heart was okay, but if he suddenly blurted out “little monster” while chatting, it would be extremely awkward. After all, “little monster” wasn’t exactly the same as calling him “little cutie”, and it always felt a little derogatory and disrespectful.

     No one wished to be called a “monster” by others.

     The little monster’s big head was pressed down on its two sharp claws, and his blue eyes were tilted upwards to look at He Ruge. From this angle, a trace of innocence seemed to shine through the otherwise fierce looking eyes. 

     He was silent for a while before saying with uncertainty: “I don’t seem to have a name.”

     No name?

     How could he have no name? Did he perhaps forget his name? But the little monster did not go through brainwashing and shouldn’t have forgotten his own name.

     “Is ‘A Name’, this kind of thing, important?” The youthful low and horse voice of a boy going through his voice changing period sounded out.

     “Of course it’s important. Let me put it this way. If you didn’t know my name, how would you let me know to look backwards and find you in a bustling crowd?” He Ruge didn’t have a deeper  explanation, he only gave a hypothetical scenario of the simplest use for a name: “If you can’t find me, you can just call my name. If I hear it, I will definitely respond. Do you think a name is important?”

     The little monster let out a thoughtful hum, “Then, you should give me one.”

     “Ah?”

     Under He Ruge’s stunned gaze, the little monster said seriously: “Since a name is very important, you can give me one.”

     “I don’t have this right. A name is a very important thing. I’m not your parent nor your master. How can I name you?”

     The little monster replied: “But I don’t have parents, let alone a master.”

     “Then you should give yourself one. My name was given to me by myself.” He Ruge didn’t want to help give the little monster a name because he always felt that naming was a matter of great significance (in one’s lifetime). It was giving someone a new life and identity, and also a responsibility that cannot be brushed off once accepted.

     The little monster shook his head and whispered softly: “But, I always mess up important things. I’m so stupid. The name I come up with will definitely not be good.”

     Such a large white tiger stood with its head bowed in the corner, appearing like a little cub.

     “Everyone makes mistakes, no one person is born perfect at everything. It doesn’t matter if you mess something up, you can fix it if you know it’s wrong. If the name doesn’t sound good, there’s no need to worry, we can always change it.” He Ruge coaxed in a gentle voice.

     However, the little monster refused to listen, pretending to be deaf and mute. A bad personality cannot be corrected overnight. After listening to He Ruge’s long tirade, the little monster stubbornly said: “You give me one.”

     He Ruge: “…”

     Really want to twist this broken wild child’s ears and teach him a lesson.

     He Ruge could only take a step back: “Then let’s do this, I’ll give you a nickname.”

     The little monster tilted his head in confusion, “What’s a nickname?”

     “It’s an informal name usually given to a child. People who are close can call each other by their nicknames. Once you grow up, you can choose your formal name by yourself.

     The little monster furrowed his brows and retorted: “But I’m not a child.”

     He Ruge: “…”

     Baby, do you think you are mature right now?

     The little monster stared at his own big claws and fell into deep thought. After a while, he compromised and said, “fine, then what is my nickname?”

     Little White (Xiao Bai)? Big White (Da Bai)? Dog egg (Gou Dan)? Fat tiger (Pang Hu)?

     No, those all seem too incompatible. Actually, He Ruge thought “little devil” (Xiao huai huai), “Brute” (Xiong Xiong), and “Bitey” (Yao Yao) were all suitable for the little monster. But, a nickname should have a better connotation. They could go with “Miao Miao”.

(Miao Miao) sounded like meow meow, and this nickname contained a plethora of water^[2], which could hopefully reduce little monster’s explosive, fiery temper.

     “How about Miao Miao?”

     The little monster called out meow meow once and asked in confusion what it meant.

     “Three water 水 characters combined make a Miao 淼. Stretch out your paws, I’ll draw it on your palms, okay?” He Ruge, who was originally only trying to explain the meaning of the word, suddenly noticed the two large fluffy paws and immediately decided to “grab” the opportunity to touch the little white tiger^[3].

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     The little monster retracted his sharp claws and hesitantly reached out his big paws towards He Ruge. The firm, strong front paws were bigger than He Ruge’s two hands combined.

     Viewed from an angle, the claws were like small snow-capped mountains, the lines from paw to arm were similar to the rise and fall of mountain tops. The thick, snow-white fur was shiny and smooth, and at a glance it was clear that this dense hair reflected a robust and fully furred tiger.

     It must feel very nice and smooth……

     He Ruge turned the little monster’s paws over using both hands so that the pink fleshy pad that was larger than his palms was facing upwards and visible before him. He Ruge’s hand touched the paw pad shakily. He gave the little monster’s dense, bouncy paw pads a few trembling pokes and examined the little monster’s reactions with a psychological shadow of guilt.

     The little monster stared at He Ruge with a blank expression, “Write, ba, It doesn’t itch.”

     When his fingertips landed on the paw pad and drew out the first stroke, the little monster suddenly exhaled, and his long tiger whiskers trembled along. This sudden movement made He Ruge reflexively retract his hand as he looked at the little monster, fearing that the little monster would bite him.

     Seeing He Ruge’s frightened reaction, the little monster closed his mouth gloomily and was silent for a while before he said with a huff: “It doesn’t itch, and I…… also won’t bite you.”

     He Ruge, who received a promise from the little monster, breathed a sigh of relief; his expression a bit sheepish. In truth, he also felt that his reaction was both offensive and hurtful. The little monster was willing to give him the pads of his paws, which was equivalent to a porcupine hiding all its quills, presenting its vulnerable flesh to another.

     His actions definitely hurt the little monster’s heart.

     He Ruge felt very remorseful when he considered this possibility. He quietly glanced at the morose little monster and decided to quickly make up for his mistake.

     “Miao Miao.” He Ruge softly called out the little monster’s nickname. Under the little monster’s oblivious gaze, he gave a “kiss on the hand” onto the pink fleshy paw pad.

     A thumb was placed on the paw pad, and pale pink lips kissed the finger, but from the little monster’s perspective, it looked like He Ruge was giving his palm a tender kiss.

     Perhaps it was because this kiss was too soft, lighter than a feather and gentler than a breeze, and his own paws were too rough to feel this softness, the little monster didn’t even have enough time to feel it before the person in front of him already lifted his head and gave a crescent-eyed smile.

     “Miao Miao~” he called out with a laugh.

     The little monster stared at He Ruge in a daze, and his tiger ears trembled as if it were being tickled.

     He seems to have…… somewhat understood the importance of a ‘Name’. Having a name that belonged to oneself, a name that could be called gently by the person in front of him, was indeed a very, very good thing.

     If time could stop at this moment, then there would no longer be a monster in the world, only Miao Miao.

     When He Ruge saw that the little monster looked happy again, his heart relaxed and he continued to write “Miao” stroke by stroke on his paw pad.

     “Miao Miao, means I hope you can be gentle as water.” He Ruge explained.

     The little monster stared at the center of his paws, his paws still seemed to contain a tingling itch. He shook his tiger ears and said to He Ruge: “Then, I’ll only be gentle to you, okay?”

     A big, gentle kitty?

     He Ruge smiled and said: “Okay.”

     He seemed to have found some joy in raising the little monster, too. The violent and fierce little monster, the little monster who was used to tearing apart his prey with sharp claws, would only bow his head for him, would only allow him to touch his paws and belly, and only allow him to pet. The overall feeling was one simple word —

     Satisfied.

     Although he could only touch his paws and didn’t dare touch his head, He Ruge still found a mysterious sense of happiness. He refrained from continuing to pinch his paws and said to the little monster: “Then, let me sing a song for Miao Miao.”

     The little monster perked up his ears in anticipation.

     He could test the golden finger on the little monster; plus, He Ruge really wanted to sing for the obedient little monster.

     What song would be best?

     Looking at the little monster’s sky-like blue eyes, He Ruge suddenly remembered the night he took the little white tiger and the little rabbit to see the starry skies. The starry sky that evening was like a jewelry box tipped over onto a sheet of black velvet. The stars were dazzling and beautiful without compare.

     “Twinkling and sparkling, a sky filled with stars hanging in the sky to shine, like thousands of tiny dazzling eyes.”^[4]

     The little monster lay quietly on the bedding and listened to the singing of the people in front of him. He stared fixedly at He Ruge’s eyes which seemed to light up, and his mind pictured a brilliant expanse of starry sky.

     “The sun slowly sinks to the west, and the crows slowly fly home in groups ^[5]. The stars blink their little eyes, twinkling and shining until dawn.”

     Everyone had become a star, whether it was Golden Python, Little Rabbit, Crow, or the experimental subjects who had followed after Crow. They flew up to the stars and no longer had to endure the struggles of the world.

     “Twinkle twinkle little star, a sky filled with stars hanging in the sky to shine……”

     All the feelings of pain fell into a deep slumber. It was a sense of peace and comfort the little monster had never felt before. His blue eyes gradually closed, and he quietly fell asleep.

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Title: aka: “I Choose you! Ruan Ruan!”

Sponsored chapter! Little Rabbit Ruan Ruan gets screentime!

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Yellow Ferret looked blankly into space silently, as if gazing at a person who would never return^[1]. After a long while, he brought He Ruge to the staff dormitory and then said to He Ruge: “My name is Huang Ding Xu. Speak, Why are you looking for me.”

     “To save people.” He Ruge said without hesitation.

     “Save who?”

     “All the experimental subjects of the Ice Project.”

 Yellow Ferret examined He Ruge from top to bottom and sneered: “Just because you say so? Do you know what terrifying organization is controlling the Starry Sea Orphanage? A mayfly wishes to shake a tree, and a mantis wishes to block a car with its arms, but will never succeed.”

     “Because I could awaken your memories and because I have other cards left on the table.” He Ruge paused and looked straight into Yellow Ferret’s eyes. “And it’s not only me; there’s also you. I know that the organization behind Starry Sea Orphanage is terrifying, so I’m not asking you to take action. You just need to let me participate in the Ice Project like normal. Saving people will be my responsibility.”

     “What exactly is your identity?” Yellow Ferret asked.

     Of course, He Ruge could never tell Yellow Ferret that he was a player, so he pretended to be mysterious and said: “You don’t need to know who I am, just know I wish to save people.”

“If Scorpion finds out through the monitor room that I let you in, we will both die.” Yellow Ferret’s (attitude) was so calm that it was almost cold-blooded.

     “I can block the monitors.” Hearing these words, Yellow Ferret’s pursed lips moved slightly. He was silent for a while before saying slowly: “Even if the monitors were blocked, there would be many unexpected situations. Sorry, I am someone who’s selfish and afraid of death.”

     He Ruge’s heart sank. He thought that Yellow Ferret would be like Crow, full of hatred for the Starry Sea Orphanage and couldn’t wait to risk his life in order to blow up this broken orphanage.

     A rare prop item was wasted in exchange for this kind of result?

His mind was a bit messy as He Ruge turned around and walked out of this room slowly. 

Don’t be discouraged, complaining (after the fact) was the most useless thing. It was him who didn’t think things through beforehand ……

     “……Wait a minute.” Yellow Ferret’s call came from behind.

     He Ruge turned back and saw Yellow Ferret’s complicated expression: “Can you really block the monitors?”

     After He Ruge nodded, Yellow Ferret squatted down and pillowed his head in his hands. He desperately grabbed at his hair and said with a tone of great determination: “Three times. I’ll only allow you to participate in the Ice Project three times.” Bloodshot veins covered his slightly yellow eyes and Yellow Ferret gritted his teeth: “Siren, I am a small person.

     “Apologies.”

Receiving Yellow Ferret’s promise, He Ruge breathed a sigh of relief. Although only being able to participate in the Ice Project three times sounded very little, it was still much better than not being able to participate at all.

     Now, (he had to figure out) a plan for those three participation opportunities, and the first thing he needed to know was how to help the Ice Project’s experimental subjects survive.

     There were a total of 20 experimental subjects in the Ice Project session that He Ruge participated in. Upon the conclusion of the experiment, only the little rabbit and the little white tiger survived.

     Why did Little Rabbit and Little White Tiger survive? The little white tiger was the main capture target character of this romance game and was also a monster who will eventually destroy everything. Thus, no matter what he experienced, the little white tiger would survive till the end, just like the protagonist’s halo of invincibility.

Therefore, he shouldn’t consider the little white tiger. Instead, he had to understand why the little rabbit could survive. Was there something special about the little rabbit?

He Ruge walked to the staff accommodations on the first floor and opened up his backpack, staring at the little Goblin Ball.

  If you don’t understand, ask. 

Though he didn’t want to wake Little Rabbit if he could help it, this was an important business matter, so it was time to bother the cute little rabbit for a bit!

     The little Goblin Ball that was barely as big as his palm was laying in He Ruge’s hand. The little rabbit was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, and his long rabbit ears covered his eyes like a sleeping mask.

     He Ruge stretched out a finger and cautiously poked the little Goblin Ball. The Goblin Ball swayed like a Daruma, but the little rabbit inside just wouldn’t wake up.

“Ruan Ruan?” He Ruge called out softly.

     The two little rabbit ears didn’t hear anything outside the glass, only concerned with continuing his lazing nap. No matter how He Ruge called or poked, he was still dead asleep.

     A confused He Ruge clicked on the Goblin Ball’s status and examined the phrase “Go, Pikachu!” back and forth three times.

     ……Impossible, this broken game wouldn’t be this shameless, right. Was it really necessary to yell out this kind of middle-schooler line to wake up little goblin Ruan Ruan?

To call or not to call was the question.

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Actually, this line wasn’t particularly shameful. At any rate, it wasn’t “I choose you, Rabbit Ruan Ruan!” A gentleman didn’t nitpick such trivial matters. Besides, there was nobody nearby; shouting slogans for the greater cause in a place unseen by others wasn’t a big deal.

     “Ahem. Go, Pikachu!” (TM)

Two rabbit ears lazily perked upright, and (Ruan Ruan) let out a long yawn. He rubbed his slightly red eyes and looked at He Ruge sleepily. 

Then, he was shocked by He Ruge who suddenly became a “giant” and very literally “jumped in shock”. 

Ruan Ruan was so startled he jumped out of the Goblin Ball and stood in He Ruge’s palm as he stammered: “wa, waaa, you, you are…… Siren?!” Even his originally fluttering wings came to a standstill as Ruan Ruan looked up at He Ruge stupidly.

The thumb-sized little goblin Ruan Ruan warmed He Ruge’s heart.

He Ruge even lightened his tone and calmed the shocked Ruan Ruan, saying warmly: “En, it’s me.”

“Waaaa~ Siren!” Little wings flapped excitedly and Ruan Ruan flew in front of He Ruge’s face, glomping onto He Ruge’s ear and gave a kiss. He said happily: “Siren, Siren, Siren! I really really wanted to see you~ I’ve been staying with mommy and daddy, but I couldn’t see Siren no matter how I looked.”

He Ruge cupped his hand under his ear, for fear that Ruan Ruan would accidentally fall off of his ear if he wasn’t careful: “I also missed Ruan Ruan.”

“This time, there is something I want to ask Ruan Ruan; Ruan Ruan must answer me seriously, okay. If your answer is good, I’ll give Ruan Ruan a fruit candy that’s even bigger than half your size, okay?”

     The temptation of a super-sized fruit candy was extremely high, and Ruan Ruan desperately nodded, agreeing continuously.

     “Can Ruan Ruan tell me, when you were in the isolated room and put on the metal helmet, did your head hurt after wearing it; how uncomfortable was it? Was it always uncomfortable, or did it suddenly one day not feel uncomfortable anymore?”

 Ruan Ruan grew tired from flying and directly sat on He Ruge’s palm as he replied earnestly: “When I first put on that helmet, my head would hurt. Not only did my head hurt but my whole body also hurt. It was so painful I wanted to die. But later, ah……”

A pair of red agate eyes sparkled as it lingered on He Ruge. Ruan Ruan spoke sweetly: “After Siren sang for me, my head didn’t hurt much anymore.”

     Sang?

He Ruge was taken aback when he heard those words. He had sung for the little rabbit before, but it was when “Your Exclusive Lover” was not yet a holographic game, and there was no voice communication function when interacting with the NPCs. At that time, he had casually hummed a few words into the screen. Was his singing somehow captured by the game?

     “Then does Ruan Ruan remember what song I sang at that time?” He Ruge himself couldn’t explain his current emotions as he waited in anticipation for Ruan Ruan’s answer.

     Ruan nodded vigorously and proudly said: “Of course I remember! Ruan Ruan is quite smart~” He swayed his head along as he began to sing: “Good little bunny, open the door~ Quickly, quickly, open up, I want to come in~“^[2]

     He Ruge was stunned speechless.

So, that is to say, when he talked into the screen initially, all the NPCs in the game could hear him? This discovery was truly illogical and yet somehow within expectations. After all, even a holographic game appeared. There was nothing this broken game couldn’t do.

     “No, no, I won’t open. Mother’s not back yet, I won’t open~” Ruan Ruan, who was singing happily abruptly froze. He looked left and right and whispered: “Where’s mother? Where’s my mother?”

     “Mother had to go out for something and will be back soon. Don’t be afraid, Ruan Ruan.” He Ruge put Ruan Ruan back into the little Goblin Ball and then spent a little heart to buy a fruit candy, putting the fruit candy together (with the Little Rabbit) into the little Goblin Ball. 

He gently touched Ruan Ruan’s head with his fingertips, and said softly: “Ruan Ruan did very good this time. Thank you, Ruan Ruan. Ruan Ruan can hold the candy and have a good rest now. I wish you a sweet night’s dream.”

When Ruan Ruan returned to the Goblin Ball, sleepiness swept over him, and the little rabbit gave a mumbled Bye Bye before falling into deep sleep.

     He Ruge looked at the Goblin Ball in his palm and sighed softly. Through this dialogue with Ruan Ruan, he realized that his golden finger in this game might be “Singing”.

     And his true identity really was a Merperson.

     This game had many inexplicable blood-chilling and terrifying details. 

His bloodline pattern would burn when it encountered the little monster, and 8Legs had once said that only when a monster encountered its natural enemy, would their bloodline pattern transmit warning signals.

If he encountered a tiger monster in reality, it was normal for the bloodline pattern to glow. However, he had encountered the little monster in a game. Was this holographic game so realistic that it could even confuse the “Monster bloodline pattern”?

     Although He Ruge didn’t fully understand ‘Monsters’, he still had some knowledge of “merpeople.” From ancient to present times, regardless of Chinese and Western mythology, stereotypes of Mermaids, Sirens, and Naiads included “A beautiful face” and “A moving singing voice.”

Thus, was the golden finger given by the game just a coincidence, or was it related to his identity? If it is really related to his identity, then this game was truly too unfathomable. The more he thought about it, the more surprised he became, and He Ruge suddenly recalled the rare prop item he had pulled before: The “Fate’s Calling Card”. 

The item had said he had a “Koi’s fate”. ^[3]

Were there really this many coincidences?

All the NPCs in the game also had flesh and blood. With everything being so realistic, was this really just a game?

He Ruge put the Goblin Ball away and stopped thinking about these problems that were making him go bald. Since 8Legs already said that he is an explosively lucky Koi Merperson and will not personally encounter any unfortunate situations, he will just regard this game as an opportunity. After all, he had already developed an attachment to No. 20 and many of the other characters in the game. To force him to stop playing this game, he couldn’t do it either.

     As the saying went, blessings were not a curse, while misfortunes cannot be avoided. He should just cherish his time playing games. Being human, achieving happiness was the most important thing.

Thinking of the Fate’s Calling Card, He Ruge realized that he hadn’t opened up any Pink Gacha Eggs in the past few days, so he pulled out two rare items in one go.

     [Name]: Who is the Murderer ^[4]

     [Quality]: Rare

     [Evaluation]: Fish-lipped mortals^[5], can you guess which bastard started the Starry Sea Orphanage? Can you tell the difference between the puppet and the mastermind? There is always only one truth, and the murderer is not him!

     [How to use]: Use this item on someone you think is the murderer, and “Who is the Murderer” will tell you “yes” or “no”

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     [Name]: Upgraded File Save Assistant 

     [Quality]: Rare

     [Evaluation]: Don’t you think the original file save option is too restrictive? It can only be activated under certain conditions. After using this upgraded assistant, you can save anytime, anywhere

     [Limitations]: The loading time for saved files will be very long~

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Good little bunny song: Chapter 17

Koi Fate, Fate’s Calling Card: Chapter 26

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Although He Ruge’s right hand, which had been bitten by the little monster, was sprayed (with the medical spray) to stop the bleeding, the wound itself didn’t heal, and pain sensation inside the holographic game was 100% retained. He contemplated for a bit and decided to go to the infirmary to find out the Medicine-seeking rat. 

Using the universal key card rare prop, He Ruge arrived at the infirmary without a hitch. 

The Medicine-seeking rat was sitting on his desk, the light brain screen on his neck projected into the darkness. The Medicine-seeking rat’s two small paws were dexterously tapping away on the keyboard; it seemed he was organizing information. 

Upon seeing He Ruge, the light screen disappeared from the air. When the Medicine-seeking rat found that He Ruge didn’t have any cubs in his arms, he said slowly: “Getting a checkup for yourself this time?” 

He Ruge struck speechless by the Totoro-looking Medicine-seeking rat’s cuteness. He repressed his internal excitement with difficulty as he nodded and said: “Yes, my hand was injured by a bite.” 

The Medicine-seeking rat saw the bandage wrapped around He Ruge’s hand and couldn’t help but remark ruthlessly: “Wrapped so hideously.” He waved over at He Ruge with his small paw. When he saw the wound behind the bandage, the Medicine-seeking rat furrowed his brows. “Bit so viciously. This bite mark…… Why did No.20 suddenly bite you? This shouldn’t be. Even if he was brainwashed, he would be instilled with the organization’s mandates and would not casually harm the organization’s people.” 

Small, black eyes exuded an icy chill, and the Medicine-seeking rat said in a low voice: “It couldn’t be that you bullied him first, ba?” 

He Ruge: “……” 

I feel more wronged than Dou E. ^[1]

Seeing He Ruge’s expression, the Medicine-seeking rat’s icy gaze warmed slightly: “You don’t seem like that type of person.” He coughed lightly and slumped tiredly on the robotic arm. His small, black bean-like eyes looked quietly at the ceiling: “Actually, when I was still doing research on the (existence of) the spiritual sea of consciousness, I kept returning to one fundamental question.

“If the psychical body is the container for one’s spiritual sea of consciousness, then is the source of a person’s ‘existence’ their consciousness or their body itself?” 

“The spiritual sea of consciousness is not only directly connected to our memories, but also closely related to one’s genetics. What the brainwashing experiment changes is only the most superficial layer of memories. Perhaps it doesn’t even change it, just initiates a simple seal (over it). But, is there a hint of possibility that the spiritual sea overall surpasses our conscious cognitive ability and level of understanding, such that when we make changes to the so-called ‘surface layer of memories’, we had actually already delved into the foundation of genetics.

“It’s just that we never knew and yet are complacent of our superficial level of knowledge.” 

The Medicine-seeking rat seemed extremely tired. He closed his eyes and whispered softly: “The last staff member responsible for injecting the genetic medicine for No.20 died unexpectedly the day before yesterday. Through the monitoring room, I saw the brainwashed No. 20.

“It’s like the person completely changed to someone else.

“Have you noticed any changes to No.20 after his brainwashing?”

     Naturally, the change was that the previous Little White Tiger turned into the little monster, but He Ruge would never say such. He considered his words before replying: “His character has become more volatile.”

     The Medicine-seeking rat muttered and repeated: “Character, huh.”

“Say, if a person loses their original memories and their personality changes drastically, but they still live in their original body, are they still their original selves?” The Medicine-seeking rat suddenly opened his eyes and asked.

     This question was similar to Little White Tiger and Little Monster’s (situation). After being brainwashed, the little white tiger fell asleep, and the little monster woke up to occupy the body. Then, was the little monster still the original No.20?

     The little white tiger was like ice, while the little monster was like fire.

     He Ruge thought of the Theory of the Ship of Theseus. Assuming that the constituent elements of an object are replaced, is the end result still the (same as the) original object? ^[2]

     “It should…… not count, ba.” He Ruge hesitated.

“If you were given two options: one is to let another person stay in a coma-like state and never wake up again, while the other is to make the other forget everything and cause their personality to change completely and start anew, but when you choose the second, the other person’s original personality and memories may never return, which one would you choose?” The Medicine-seeking rat asked.

     Two choices seemed to appear in front of him. One was to let the little white tiger continue sleeping, and the game ends. Another option was the little monster appearing and the game continuing, but the little white tiger would never appear again.

     Which would he choose?

     There was a long period of silence. Until the Medicine-seeking rat finished changing He Ruge’s wrappings, He Ruge still didn’t give a response.

“I used to think that what I was doing, although violating secular ethics, was worth the results. But, the moment I turned my back and walked to the other end of the shore without a care, I realized that the end product was not what I had desired.” The Medicine-seeking rat laughed self-mockingly. 

     [Di– Side Quest “Mysterious Infirmary”, completion 45%

     The medicine-seeking rat grandpa loves cubs, is a skilled old doctor, and likes cleanliness. He is responsible for researching the spiritual sea of consciousness at the Starry Sea Orphanage, but once his research made new progress, grandpa medicine-seeking rat was not happy. Why? 】

     Leaving the infirmary, He Ruge walked downstairs from Floor E, and at foot of the stairs on Floor B, he ran into Yellow Ferret. Yellow Ferret was carrying a handful of cubs, and it appeared that he was preparing to start a new round of the Ice Project. When the two old acquaintances met, the atmosphere was slightly awkward. Yellow Ferret raised his eyebrows and said: “Oh, you’re actually still alive.”

His gaze fell upon He Ruge’s bandaged hand: “It looks like you aren’t doing too well.” His tone was highly gloating.

     He Ruge didn’t even glance at Yellow Ferret. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the frightened cubs. For a brief moment, he seemed to have an illusion that these cubs were the same batch of experimental subjects he had taken care of in Room B6.

     The same naivety.

     These cubs who still had the strength to cry and the curiosity to sneak peaks at him would soon one by one turn into cold corpses left in a small, dark room.

In the beginning, “Your Exclusive Lover” was just a 3D romance game to him. Although (back then) He Ruge knew that those cubs had ‘died’, because he was separated by a screen, their deaths didn’t truly impact him.

     If it wasn’t realistic, it wouldn’t be too painful, and the occasional thoughts of (wanting to) “rescue” (the characters) would also dissipate quickly. 

Perhaps, the moment he believed in his heart that this was simply a romance game, he had already determined his stance—— 

     No.20’s exclusive lover.

     He wasn’t a savior. The only one he could rescue was No. 20. Those were He Ruge’s previous thoughts.

However, at this very instance, when he came face to face with the cubs’ timid eyes inside the iron cage, their slightly undulating bellies and little paws that didn’t know where to stand, all of his (previous) thoughts suddenly began to change.

     If he continued to keep silent, continued to be indifferent, then in this game, besides the identity of being “No. 20’s Exclusive Lover”, what kind of existence was he——

     An executioner?

     A ghost who lures others in to share the same fate?^[3]

     Or a cold-blooded, emotionless bystander?

He Ruge suddenly felt his hands and feet turn cold as he realized a very cruel conclusion. 

His silence would be the last mound of dirt that buried these subjects.

     What’s the difference between this kind of him and Yellow Ferret, Scorpion, and Crow before his memory was restored? No.20 had (He Ruge) to rescue him, but then should the other experimental subjects just die in vain? These cubs were so small that they didn’t even know what death meant yet.

     Although (he didn’t undergo) a brainwashing experiment, he had unknowingly become the type of person he hated the most.

     “I have something to talk to you about later.” He Ruge clenched his fists, trying to maintain a steady voice as he spoke to Yellow Ferret.

Yellow Ferret gave He Ruge a strange glance and muttered: “I don’t think we have anything to talk about between us.” But, even as he said that, Yellow Ferret still walked over with an impatient expression after settling the experimental subjects, “What is it?”

     After He Ru spent one Little Heart and blocked the cameras in the corridor, he looked directly into Yellow Ferret’s eyes and asked: “What is your name?

     “What I’m asking isn’t your codename, but your real name.”

     Yellow-brown pupils clouded over, and the Yellow Ferret scratched his head in confusion, “Name?”

The palm of his hand grasped his yellow hair and tugged on it to the point where his hair was almost pulled out, “My……name?”

“I, I don’t know.”

Yellow Ferret, who always acted like an indifferent slacker, grasped his hair and stood there blankly. He looked like a rebellious teenager who did something wrong, muttering continuously: “I don’t know.”

     Sure enough, Yellow Ferret had also experienced the brainwashing experiment.

     Perhaps most of the staff at Starry Sea Orphanage had undergone the brainwashing experiment. This point wasn’t too difficult to determine, wasn’t it?

     But then, why did it feel so uncomfortable this time around? He Ruge gave a trembling sigh and took out the rare prop item “Xi Xing’s Blessing”^[4] from his backpack.

    The outer appearance of this rare item was a shining star. It was a prop that could awaken good memories.

He Ruge had previously contemplated when and on whom he would use this prop. If Little White Tiger forgets him after he wakes up, this prop would have been his final (clutch) card.

  Little White Tiger’s level of goodwill towards him was a solid 100, so the memories of them together should all be good memories. Little White Tiger could also use those memories to remember him.

     But …… please forgive his willfulness. He was too greedy. Not only did he want Little White Tiger, want No. 20, but also wanted to rescue all the experimental subjects in the Starry Sea Orphanage who were part of the Ice Project.

He Ruge knew that, according to the game’s original plotline, No.20 would eventually become a monster and destroy the Starry Sea Orphanage. At that time, when all the bad guys die, the experimental subjects would also be freed. But, this “eventually” would come too slow and too late. When the long overdue “eventually” finally arrived, how many experimental subjects from the Ice Project, Death God’s Wings, and Destruction Plan would survive?

     Did they want him to solely regard himself as “No. 20’s Exclusive lover” and coldly watch the deaths of all the experimental subjects in the Starry Sea Orphanage?

     Sorry, he couldn’t do that.

     Maybe his choice right now was naïve, maybe he would be too occupied with living to save even a single experimental subject until the end of his busy life, and maybe in the end, the bamboo basket meant for carrying water would return empty…… ^[5]

[Yes/No use “Xi Xing’s Blessing” to Yellow Ferret]

     【Yes】

     【No】

     Maybe, if he went through with this, he might regret it in the future, but if he didn’t, he would regret it for life.

Choosing [Yes], at least, in this moment, he was happy.

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Throughout a person’s lifetime, one would have made many happy memories. For example, the year he peeped on his neighboring sister taking a shower. Before he even had time to wipe his snot and tears after being caught, he raised my head and said to his neighbor sister that he would definitely marry her as his wife in the future.

     The neighbor sister wrapped herself in a bath towel and wiped his snot bubble with her wet hand as she said with a smile, How are you this piss small and already such a pervert.

     On his birthday, there was his favorite roasted whole chicken on the table, and he made a wish towards the egg-shaped birthday cake, I wish to marry Sister Hua Hua in the future.

The neighbor sister laughed and said, Little Ding Xu, then you must grow up quickly, you can marry this sister after you grow up.

     During the first Intergalactic Wars, the neighbor sister kissed him on his forehead before she left, and she said softly, when this sister comes back, she will already be an old girl. Will Little Ding Xu still marry me?

     Huang Ding Xu opened his eyes and said along with the overlapping image of the ignorant little boy in his memories: “I’m willing.”

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The author has something to say:

He Ruge: I am not a saint, I only bear a slight wish to be a fatherly figure to all these adorable cubs

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Chapter 25 p5 Becoming a ghost who lures others in to share the same fate

Chapter 28 p1 Xi Xing’s blessing

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He Ruge went offline after delivering the candy, so he didn’t know that the little monster had put the fruit candy into his mouth, gnashing it with his teeth a few times, unskillfully tasting the first ever fruit candy of his life. 

Tears unknowingly started streaming down his face. 

It wasn’t because of pain, nor because of sadness. The little monster lay on the soft bedding, and his body felt like it was being stretched out on all sides by a pair of invisible hands, his bones making teeth-shattering cracking sounds and pain engulfed his entire being. No matter if it was his flesh or bones, his liver or brain, there was no place that wasn’t in pain. 

Tears wet the bedding thoroughly as the little monster said to the sleeping Xi Guican while holding the candy in his mouth: “I’m……” 

“Really……” 

“So hateful.” 

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After going offline, there was no pain coming from his hand at all. He Ruge looked at his uninjured right hand and let out a sigh of relief from the breath that he had been holding in. 

With a complete pair of hands, he typed more than 500 words for his manuscripts before turning off the computer and going to bed. 

When he woke up the next morning, He Ruge logged into the game and harvested an even bigger…… white tiger. 

When the little monster stood up, his head already reached He Ruge’s waist height, and his entire body length from head to tail was more than two meters. The sleek black stripes on the snow-white fur undulated with his muscle movements as he walked. 

The tiger’s body was fit and beautiful, the Zerg wings on its shoulders shone with clean edges, the sharp tiger claws and pointed teeth were murderous weapons, and the icy blue eyes were filled with a predator’s malice. 

His (He Ruge’s) sense of aversion became heavier. He Ruge had just managed to overcome his instinctual fear of the little monster, but at this moment his legs began to soften again. 

If he clashed with the little monster now, he would be thoroughly beaten^[1]. 

The little monster wouldn’t hold grudges, right? 

He Ruge’s hand which was holding the nutrient solution trembled slightly, and he impelled himself to place the nutrient solution just one meter away from the little monster, not even daring to breathe too deeply. 

The little monster didn’t make a sound. When he realized He Ruge’s nervousness, he instead took a step back and stood in a corner of the wall. His stood silently with his head hung down like a child who knew he did something wrong. Such a large physique still carried a whisper of childishness in its every move. 

Goodness gracious, the little monster would actually feel like he did something wrong! 

He Ruge was even more shocked than when he was bitten by the little monster. He originally thought that educating the little monster would be a protracted battle and would take countless time and energy to pound (the idea of being morally right into) the little monster.

He didn’t expect it to be this effective right from the start. 

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The little monster who couldn’t tell right from wrong actually felt like he had done something wrong. This was a huge improvement. He needed to take advantage of this opportunity to thoroughly ingrain this into the little monster’s head and strike while the iron was hot to achieve the greatest effect. 

He Ruge leaned against the wall, forcibly putting on a valiant facade and not allowing his soft legs to expose him. He cleared his throat and said: “You…… are you still in pain now?” 

The preaching words had swirled around in his mouth, but what came out were words of concern. Suddenly growing this big would definitely hurt a lot. 

The little monster silently stared at his own paws (not responding to He Ruge), almost as if waiting for his paws to sprout flowers. 

“Don’t worry about today’s injection. As long as your performance is good, I have a way to relieve the pain.” He Ruge could only talk aloud to himself: “You suddenly became so big, your body has grown up, so your mentality must also mature. You can no longer think of yourself as a child, you must learn to be a little adult.” 

“In the future, you need to learn to control your emotions, do you understand? If you’re unhappy or angry, we must use words to communicate. This is the so-called gentlemen fight with words, not hands……” 

He Ruge stuttered for a moment, and then rejected the idea while looking at the little monster’s mouth^[2].

“It’s not gentlemanly to bite. You are already this old now. If you bite me like you did when you were a child, then you’ll never see me again.” 

The little monster remained silent, not even lifting his head. 

“Us mature adults don’t hold grudges^[3]. If you are obedient in the future, I will still like you very much.” He Ruge couldn’t continue on. The little monster’s low pressure was strong enough to bring the entire room’s pressure down. He Ruge dryly ended his tirade that wasn’t convincing at all and then supported his hand on the wall as he prepared to leave the room. 

When He Ruge was about to step out of the room, a hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him: “You……” 

“Does your hand still hurt?” 

The voice belonged to a teen in their voice changing period, and though it was less pleasant to hear compared to the milky voice of his childhood, He Ruge felt that it was the most beautiful voice in the world. The concern hidden behind his tone made the corners of He Ruge’s lips rise uncontrollably. 

Perhaps this was the gratification one felt when watching a child grow up.^[4] 

He Ruge turned his head around to look at the little monster’s unnatural expression and said: “It hurts.” 

The little monster’s blue eyes were a little at a loss. 

“My hand hurts so much, yet I still came to deliver the nutrient solution to you. Therefore, you are not allowed to bite me again in the future, otherwise I’ll never deliver nutrient solutions to you anymore, got it?” 

The little monster nodded very slowly, and he saw the smile on the corner of the man’s lips grow bigger, as if he was glad to exit the room. 

He left again. 

The little monster picked up the nutrient solution from on the ground. When he recalled that person’s smile, the nutrient solution, which originally had no taste, became a few degrees sweeter in his mouth. 

When this man laughed, it was so nice. 

He now seemed to understand a little why Xi Guican liked this person so much. 

His chest felt both sore and stuffy. 

This emotion had sprouted the moment he saw the bandages, and should be Xi Guican’s emotions. When Xi Guican wakes up, he will definitely come pick a fight. 

Because …… he had bitten that man. 

And bitten till he bled. 

As soon as he thought of this, Xi Guican felt very distressed. 

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TL note: Oh, Little monster bby. That’s all you, love.

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The severe stinging pain caused by the ripped wound made He Ruge’s entire body tense up. He forcibly suppressed the pained scream in his throat and he gritted his teeth to hold strong. 

The little monster, this little broken child, really bit down so mercilessly. 

He Ruge suspected that (a chunk) flesh on his hands was about to be bitten off. For a writer like him, his hands were as equally important as his brain. Fortunately, this was just a game, so even if the pain was retained at a rate of 100%, it would not injure his real body. 

He Ruge didn’t have the guts to look at the wound, simply shifting his face to the side and gazing into the void. The wound on his hand was so painful that he practically entered a state of nothingness; not screaming and bawling in front of the child already took the last bit of his willpower. 

At the same time, He Ruge was also considering an issue. He was only bitten and the pain was already this unbearable. Then, what about the little monster? What about all the other experimental subjects in the orphanage? How much pain have these cubs suffered? 

They had experienced so much pain, a long and endless pain. Yet, when the pain finally disappears, it was at the moment of their death. 

What wrongs have these children committed? 

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The gurgling blood flowed out from the corner of the little monster’s mouth as he stared with bloodshot eyes at the side of He Ruge’s face. When the gaze from the crazed and belligerent eyes slammed into that pair of slightly narrowed dark eyes, he (the little monster) strangely calmed down. 

“If you really like someone, you wouldn’t be able to bear making them uncomfortable.” The (voice’s) tone was gentle and soothing^[1]. 

The air was perfused with the heavily sweet scent of blood. It was an all-pervasive fragrance, an almost sinister sweet fragrance. The delicious blood coated his fur and flowed into his anger-fueled, dry throat, smoothing out his (rage-)constricted esophagus. 

“But, you must understand one thing.” 

The flowing blood was like a bright red fruit bred from a grafting of malice and rooted in the soil of sin. Thin skin and thick flesh, abundant with juice, outstanding in color, and alluring in smell. 

“I am willing to be hurt by you, not because I am weak” 

A steady stream of warm blood poured into his mouth, consequently also warming his entire body. The first place to heat up was his chest. Then, the warmth spread and continued to flow into his long desiccated spiritual sea, gushing into the lethal and unexplored depths of his soul. 

“But because I like you.” 

The original span of desolate soul wasteland actually received a blessing of nectar. An unnamed seed that landed on the malicious soil took root and sprouted, blooming into a field of unknown red flowers across the mountains and plains. 

What was ‘like’? 

The red slowly dissipated and a layer of confusion reappeared in those blue eyes. The little monster slowly opened his mouth. Due to the pain caused by the gene altering solution, it was difficult for him to even open his mouth. 

His line of sight fell on the other party’s bone-deep wound. This was a wound he bit out. The little monster knew that this person’s hand was very pretty before it was injured. 

The young man’s face and lips were both bloodless, no longer as rosy and full as before. 

He’d done something wrong again. 

…… Xi Guican liked this person, so he (the little monster) wasn’t allowed to hurt him. 

The little monster told this to himself as a way of explaining his own abnormal behavior of releasing his bite. It was clear that he had just been holding a ‘won’t relent till death’ determination against the other party. Yet, at this time, the flames of determination to die together were suddenly completely extinguished, and all the negativity in his heart was burned into ashes. 

I won’t bite him because Xi Guican likes him. 

The little monster kept feeling that this explanation was a little off, but he couldn’t understand what exactly was wrong about it. The little monster sat dazedly on the bedding, a sense of pain and confusion intense enough to drown him hit him all at once, and he carefully curled up into a ball as he closed his eyes and said to the person: “You, leave.” 

I don’t want to bite you again. 

Because when I bit you just then, the left side of my chest felt uncomfortable. 

That should have been Xi Guican’s emotions. When Xi Guican ripped out his Zerg wings in the past, his (the little monster’s) pain was also transmitted to Xi Guican. 

He Ruge let out a sigh of relief. He gave the wound a small glance before quickly looking away. Hearing the little monster’s tone of forcibly sending out a guest, He Ruge wasn’t annoyed. In fact, the little monster’s behavior of voluntarily letting go after a while was already beyond He Ruge’s expectations. 

He thought that the little monster, this type of selfish broken child, would not give up unless a piece of flesh was bitten off. If the little monster really did that, would he still be fond of the little monster? 

He Ruge didn’t know. 

In reality, the majority of his current affection towards the little monster was due to his love for the little white tiger. He Ruge felt extremely guilty that he had personally sent the little white tiger into the brainwashing room. Perhaps it was because of those feelings that he was more tolerant towards the little monster. 

Considering that the little monster hated the smell of the spray, He Ruge didn’t immediately use the universal medicine spray. When he was leaving, He Ruge also inquired into the little monster’s status. 

No.20 

[Like]: The little monster likes you very much, although he, himself, doesn’t know it. Favorability 80.

Such a big gift of goodwill. It was practically bite one, get one favorability. 

He Ruge’s mood was a bit complicated. He slowly closed the door and squatted down to spray his wound and stop the bleeding. The medicine spray given by the medicine-seeking rat worked quite well, and although it couldn’t make a wound heal immediately, it had a strong analgesic effect. He Ruge also spent a little heart in the Love Mall to buy himself a medical-grade bandage. 

Though, he had never used a medical-grade bandage before, so he wrapped it all ugly and bulky. 

He Ruge put the remaining bandage back into the backpack. The backpack’s existence inside the holographic VR game was very special, and as long as he thought of the word “backpack” in his mind, the backpack’s inventory grid would appear in front of him. 

After putting the bandage into the backpack, He Ruge discovered that the fruit candy he’d specially bought for the little monster (previously) had yet to be used. 

And so, he pushed open the door again and gently placed a candy next to the little monster. 

“Strawberry flavor, I don’t know if you’d like it or not.”

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1. Gentle and soothing: Directly translated, the original raws would mean: gentle words said to someone of close relationship, ie: lovers, family, bosom friends, etc. Overall a very caring and sincere tone.

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It was wrong for the little monster to bite people, but he had also touched the little monster’s head and sprayed the little monster with the universal medical spray, which was even worse. 

But, to talk reason with the little monster, the other party would definitely not listen. 

He definitely had to figure out a solution to this issue, otherwise he couldn’t think about touching a tiger for the rest of this lifetime. 

He Ruge brainstormed until he was almost bald, but he still couldn’t come up with a perfect solution. You have to apologize if you did something wrong; acknowledging and making up for one’s sins was the right way. 

How should he apologize? 

The cotton nest that was tucked under two paws and used as a pillow floated into his mind. The little monster had grown much bigger, but the cotton nest had not been replaced. Thus, the little monster could only lie on the cold, hard ground. 

Maybe he could help the little monster replace it with a larger cotton bedding. 

Once an idea was hatched, it must be undertaken. He Ruge went into the Love Mall and purchased a new set of bedding. Initially, he was a little worried that the bedding’s uncertain origins would cause the game’s NPCs to think something was off. However, a line from the description in the Love Mall dispelled He Ruge’s worries: 

“All commodities in this mall are reasonable game existences, and the source of the products will be self-explanatory. May the players please rest assured and purchase without worry.” 

He Ruge held the brand new bedding set and stood in front of the door nervously. He thought back and forth and also bought a piece of fruit candy from the shop before putting his hand on the doorknob. 

Why was it so nerve wracking every time he had to open a door.

He Ruge couldn’t feel a hint of the heartwarming love from the beginning. If being attacked and being cursed out were signs of love, then he must have obtained the little monster’s deep love. Thinking of it like this was pretty good. 

The door opened ajar, and He Ruge, who was already experienced in open door surprise attacks, was not flustered when the little monster charged through. He took a deep breath, and before his brain reacted, his hands already captured the aggressive little monster in the thick lump of bedding. 

The quality of the bedding produced by Love Mall was comparatively better (than the ones originally in the game), and the lump of bedding was able to withstand the little monster’s crazed clawing attacks. Before the little monster could escape the bedding’s restraints, He Ruge sat down directly on the bedding and pinned the struggling little monster underneath. 

No matter how fierce the little monster was at this moment, he could only reach as high as He Ruge’s knees. The advantages of his claws and fangs were restricted by the quilt, and the difference in body size was infinitely enlarged. 

The tiger’s roars were muffled inside the bedding. 

At this moment, the little monster was being overwhelmed by Mount Tai, while He Ruge was also finding it difficult to get off a tiger’s back after mounting it. 

“AAAHHHHHH, I’m going to kill you!!!” The little monster discarded all logical reasoning. 

He Ruge used his entire strength to hold down the chaotically struggling little monster and checked on the little monster’s status. 

No. 20 

[Like]: The little monster thinks you are very delicious, Favorability 60

The favorability level hadn’t increased or decreased. 

Was the little monster’s affections towards him the same as the fondness shown for a reserve food source? 

He Ruge, who seemingly stumbled upon the truth, sighed again. Since the appearance of the little monster, the frequency of He Ruge’s sighs had increased exponentially. 

“Just then, I was in the wrong. I’m sorry.” He Ru Ge spoke in a soft voice, hoping to communicate with the little monster. 

The tiger’s roars were still filled with anger. The little monster refused to accept He Ruge’s apology. 

“Your cotton nest is too small. As compensation, I’m gifting you a set of new bedding.” He Ruge continued: “Do your eyes still hurt? I shouldn’t have sprayed you with the universal medicine spray, nor should I have touched your head casually.” 

Sharp claws tore through the bedding cover, but got tangled in the soft cotton. The claws that could scratch the hard ground were actually rendered useless in soft cotton. 

The little monster’s (mental) state was too bad, making it completely impossible to communicate (properly). 

Even if He Ruge spoke until flowers bloomed from his mouth^[1], he wasn’t able to win the little monster’s forgiveness. The little monster had a broken “being generous to oneself and strict to others” character. He could bite He Ruge and act like he did nothing wrong. Yet, after being hurt by He Ruge, it was like he had a heaven defying, unresolvable enmity. 

This kind of character really gave people a headache. 

No heart, no lungs^[3], no concept of right or wrong, using one’s own happiness as the criterion for considering everything.

Imagine if he treated the little monster with a patient tone and good temper, how would the little monster have reacted? 

This kind of small broken child won’t listen to simple persuasion, so the disconnect in his character couldn’t be changed. Whenever he wanted to take a bite out of He ruge, he would take a bite of He Ruge, regardless of He Ruge’s consent. 

No. 20 thinks you are delicious. 

Actually, the little monster had never placed or communicated with him on the same level. 

Therefore, he had to be stern in the moment. With such a perfectly timed scenario and setting, when he still had the capacity to teach the little monster a lesson, he must thoroughly give him a disciplinary lesson! 

Be courteous then strict, both soft and hard. If he continuously treated the little monster well, this little broken child would only take it for granted. Then, in the future, won’t he point his nose and face to the sky before ascending to the heavens?^[2] 

After He Ruge understood the seriousness of the situation, he steeled his heart and said sternly:  “Yesterday, you bit me twice. Today, I touched your head and sprayed you with medicinal spray. Therefore, we are even.” 

He took out the syringe from the medicine box as he sat on the little monster’s back. He restrained the little monster firmly and then lifted a corner of the bedding, pointing (the syringe) at the little monster’s plump buttocks. Bracing himself and disregarding the little monster’s intense struggles, a shot on the butt descended. 

He Ruge paused and said one word at a time: “You wanted the injection, I gave you the injection. I am a person who has a clear definition of grievances. In my heart, this matter between the two of us has been canceled out.” 

Being injected with the gene altering solution, the little monster twisted and struggled even more as painful whimpering sounded from his mouth. 

“Does it hurt? I know the side effects of the genetic medicine induce extreme pain. You must be furious right now and think that I’m saying just spouting random apathetic words, right?” 

He Ruge lifted the bedding that was covering the little monster’s head, and before the little monster’s eyes could even turn red, he whispered: “I am also in pain.

“My heart is in pain.

“Maybe you don’t understand what it truly means to like someone. Your liking of me is the same like towards to a reserve food source.

“But, if you really like someone, you wouldn’t be able to bear making them uncomfortable.” 

He Ruge placed his own hand beside the little monster’s mouth. His dark-colored eyes drooped slightly, and his raven black eyelashes concealed the complex emotions swirling around in his eyes. His downcast eyes showed a hint of compassionate tenderness. Like this, He Ruge tenderly and lightly said in his uniquely tolerant tone: “Bite, ba.

“However much you hurt, you can bite equivalently.

“But, you must understand one thing. I am willing to be hurt by you, not because I am weak, but because I like you.” 

He Ruge didn’t use the pain nullifier that was in his backpack. It’s not that he chose to never use it, but rather that the timing was not right. The next time he injected the genetic medicine, he would use that rare prop (if necessary). 

There were some pains that need to be remembered

Whether it was his or the little monster’s. 

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The little monster latched onto He Ruge’s foot and urged impatiently: “Forget it, if you must inject then inject quickly.” 

Although the injection will be painful, each injection will bring greater strength and allow him to become more powerful. Between being weak and being in pain, the little monster would rather choose pain. 

The randomly swinging small paws unintentionally lifted up He Ruge’s trousers, revealing the ankles that were entwined with red streaks. The cream colored skin that contrasted against the ribbons of red painted an almost enchanting beauty. 

A deep and intense red. 

Xi Guican’s favorite colors were white and pallid colors, but the little monster liked red the most. Red like blood, like a plump and juice-filled red strawberry. With one bite, you could taste the flesh of sweet fruit. 

The little monster lowered his head in a mesmerized state and licked the delicate and fragile red patterns.

The wet feeling from his feet awakened He Ruge from his thoughts. 

“You, you can’t randomly lick.” He Ruge sternly stopped the little monster. 

“It’s you who looks too delicious.” The little monster instead blamed He Ruge, “What is that red-ish thing on your feet?” 

Bear children were terrible existences with whom you could not speak reason nor communicate properly with. At this moment, He Ruge finally came to understand the true strength of a bear child. He half squatted helplessly on the ground, facing the pair of lingering blue eyes and said with a bit of pressure: “The red lines are a unique part of my body, you don’t need to care so much about it.” 

Tongue licking his nose, the little monster squinted his eyes and said: “Then, you are also a monster.” 

He Ruge, who was identified as a “monster” by the little monster, said with a headache: “Okay, okay, okay, then I am also a monster. Since we are all monsters, then we must all love each other, no one is allowed to bully another. I won’t give you the shot, you won’t bite me, okay?” 

The act of injecting the little monster with the gene altering solution was inconsistent with He Ruge’s three worldly views (his morals), and there was no one holding a knife to his neck forcing him to do this. Moreover, it was now a VR game, and he no longer had a lack of choice like before. If he really didn’t want to give the little monster an injection, could this game chop him to bits and pieces? 

…… After deliberation, it wasn’t impossible for this pi*s of a game. 

But, no matter how a game is, it couldn’t hurt the ‘him’ in reality. Isn’t playing a game just for entertainment? Playing a game happily and to the heart’s content was the most important thing. 

If, for the sake of completing a so-called “daily task”, he acted against his conscience, then he wasn’t playing a game, but rather was a puppet of the game. 

He Ruge was very serious and determined to take on all the consequences to settle this agreement with the little monster. 

Unexpectedly, he never thought that the little monster would refuse without hesitation in the next second. 

“Not okay.”

He Ruge: “? ? ?”

What was wrong with mutual care and mutual concern between people?

He Ruge felt like he was the brave knight who finally climbed through thorns and spikes and rushed into the dragon’s lair, preparing to rescue the princess who was taken hostage by the dragon. But, who would have thought that the princess would roll their eyes and kiss the dragon right in front of him. 

The little monster replied logically: “With the injection, I can become stronger. If it’s painful, then it’s painful. This kind of pain is only temporary. If I don’t get the injection, it will take an even longer time to become strong, and I have to endure even more pain.”

The main point was “long-term pain is worse than short-term pain”. 

Blue Eye glanced at the gene altering solution with contempt. The little monster at this moment was sporting a demeanor of ‘facing life’s difficulties without fear’. 

He Ruge was dumbfounded as he listened. It actually made a lot of sense, and he couldn’t find any words to rebut it. 

Since you could talk yourself out of your issues so easily^[1], then was the initial phrase “I don’t want shots” little monster’s awkward attempt at acting spoiled? This proud tsundere appearance was simply from the exact same mold as Little White Tiger’s. 

What to do when you meet a little kitten that wants to be spoiled? 

Pet, pet once? 

He Ruge lightly stroked the little monster’s proud and contemptuous pie face, the palm of his hand sliding up from the wet nose to the “king” on top of the fluffy forehead. The movements were as soft as a light breeze, and only the fluffed up furs were evidence of the sudden action. 

Blue eyes became large circles in surprise. 

The little monster who finally reacted roared angrily and fiercely: “Not allowed to touch my head!” After roaring, he wanted to bite He Ruge again. 

He Ruge also didn’t know what to think at this moment, but the first thought that appeared in his head was that bear children must not be pampered. 

If the bad habit of biting people was left unchecked since the beginning, then in the future, he won’t be able to be controlled no matter what. Happy, give a bite. Unhappy, give another bite. He Ruge wasn’t a meat bun, and he wasn’t going to become a meat bun. 

He Ruge turned around and took out the universal medical spray and aimed the spray at the little monster. The bitter flavor and medicinal taste sprayed out, not only flying into the little monster’s open mouth, but also into the little monster’s eyes.^[2]

The spray was quite spicy to the eyes and the little monster shrank into a ball with a cry, covering his teary eyes with his paws. 

He Ruge took advantage of the fact that the little monster’s had yet to react and quickly lifted the medical box, running out the door like his feet were on fire. When the door closed shut with a bang, He Ruge seemed to hear the little monster roaring angrily with an intent to kill. 

His heart beat, peng peng peng, rapidly, and He Ruge held the medical box as he leaned against the door with unsteady breathing, his expression dazed. 

Just then, he seemed to have done something outrageous. 

Towards that ‘cannot fluff up fur in reverse, can only pet correctly’, little monster, (He Ruge) aimed and sprayed the Universal Medicine Spray. In fact, He Ruge never would have thought the effects of spray would be this big. He just remembered that the little monster didn’t like the smell of the spray, and his brain had yet to react before his body had already acted subconsciously. 

Behind the door came the sound of claws scratching against the door panel in anger, as well as little monster’s almost cracking roar. He Ruge truly had no doubt that if there was no door acting as a barrier, he would’ve been torn to pieces in absolute anger by the little monster. 

He Ruge held the medicine box and tried to reduce his presence. The monster patterns (on his legs) also weren’t working as hard as they did in the beginning. Thus, He Ruge’s legs were only a little soft, and not soft to the extent that he couldn’t move.

Actually, he was the one in the wrong just then and acted first. He clearly knew that the little monster had a bad temper, so he shouldn’t have casually petted. 

The tiger butt can’t be touched, and the tiger head also can’t be touched, ah…… 

The reason why he was able to touch the little monster’s head last time had little to do with the favorability level. It was likely that the little monster was immersed in eating well and didn’t have time to care about him. 

Little monster’s and Little White Tiger’s appearances were exactly the same; it was easy for He Ruge to have the illusion that the little monster can also be touched, just like when he touched Little White Tiger, so he mistakenly thought he could handle the little monster in a similar way. 

This incident could actually be considered his fault. 

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Trigger warnings: bites & very detailed descriptions of bite wounds, including blood(?)

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The little monster bit He Ruge quite painfully. Although Little White Tiger had also scratched and wounded him before, the game at that time was not an immersive virtual reality, and He Ruge had no real feeling of being bitten. 

The pain inside the virtual reality game was reflected 100%, and He Ruge gritted his teeth to endure the pain. 

He wanted to retract his hand from the little monster’s mouth. However, the little monster bit very tightly, and He Ruge was afraid that if he pulled it out forcibly, the wound would rip even more. Blood wet the corners of the little monster’s mouth, and dark red vertical pupils appeared within his blue eyes due to the feeling of excitement. 

Devilish and violent, and filled densely with malice. 

It was at this time that He Ruge finally realized why this game called him a “little monster”. 

To the Little Monster, blood seemed to hold a strong attraction force. When the little monster was excited, dark red vertical pupils would appear in the blue eyes. 

Apart from these, were there other strange things about the little monster? 

He Ruge tried his best to think random thoughts in order to distract himself and lessen the pain. 

The little monster bit him for more than a minute before finally releasing his mouth reluctantly. The little monster looked at the wound on the back of He Ruge’s hand obsessively.  Because He Ruge’s hands were very white, even a slight bump would leave marks, not to mention the little monster had just bitten it so deeply. 

“You are mine~” The tip of his tongue lapped at the flowing blood. 

He Ruge took a cold, painful breath and pinched his own left wrist with his right hand. 

Two rows of deep teeth marks had pierced through his flesh. Although it wasn’t as horrible to the extent of mauled skin and mangled flesh, it was still bitten till there was blood. This wasn’t the same as cats and dogs biting their owners in play, but rather a desire to hurt. The other party had bitten without holding back. 

However, the little monster still sported an innocent and joyful expression. He was purely happy about the fact that he had “bitten He Ruge”, heartless and uncaring like he was unable to tell the difference between right and wrong. 

He Ruge glanced at the wound and couldn’t help but look away quickly. 

What you don’t see, your heart won’t worry over. It won’t hurt so much if you don’t look at it. 

He Ruge forced himself to ignore the pain from his hands. He remembered that his backpack contained the prop “Universal Medical Spray”, and as soon as he thought of the prop’s name of in his mind, the spray automatically appeared in his arms. 

He Ruge picked up the bottle, aimed it at the wound, and sprayed. The medicinal spray was very effective. Although the pain from the wound didn’t immediately go away, the bleeding almost instantly stopped. 

“Ao~ the stink of medicine.” The little monster covered his nose with his paws and took a step back in disgust. 

He Ruge subconsciously wanted to push up the frame of his glasses, but when his finger touched empty space, He Ruge suddenly recalled that he had taken his glasses off a while ago in the game, intending to test whether the presence of the glasses affected the little monster. 

So now, he didn’t wear glasses. 

He Ruge retreated and helplessly squeezed the bridge of his nose. Then, he sighed softly. 

Little monster, ah… really was a bear. Bear children needed to be educated. If children are not educated when they are young, what would they become when they grew up? 

He Ruge put on a straight face and wanted to properly discuss the seriousness of biting people with the little monster. However, when he and the little monster made eye contact, the physiological fear response overwhelmed the momentum He Ruge worked hard to create. 

“You can’t randomly bite people, if you bite my hand, I will hurt.” The reprimanding words were spoken lightly and softly, gentle to the point of being ridiculous (to the situation). 

The little monster stretched out his tongue and licked the blood on the corner of his mouth. He stared at He Ruge’s wound for a while before tilting his head: “But, when others bully me, it hurts me, too. Why are they allowed to randomly bully me?” 

He Ruge was frozen by this question. 

“The weak will be slaughtered at another’s will.” The little monster asked and answered by himself: “I am small and weak, so I am bullied. You are weaker than I, so I bully you.” His tone was calm and firm, as if he was only speaking an undeniable truth. 

Saying such cruel words with a voice that has yet to leave behind its childishness.

“You should leave quickly. If you don’t go, I won’t be able to resist taking a bite out of your throat.” The little monster said very sincerely: “I can’t bear you dying.” 

The little monster was being serious. 

He Ruge could feel the little monster’s serious attitude, so he directly went offline. Logging off the immersive virtual reality game was very convenient. As long the thought of going offline emerged in your mind, you could quickly exit the game. 

When he withdrew from the bizarre game world, He Ruge held the holographic game helmet in his arms for a long time, unable to recover his wits.

He stretched out the left hand that had been bitten inside the game and examined it carefully, but he found no wounds. However, the injury and pain he felt on his left hand while inside the game were extremely realistic. 

His fingers moved slightly, and the soft touch of the little monster seemed to remain on his fingertips. 

Was everything that just happened a dream? 

He Ruge did not use the holographic game helmet again, but rather used the computer to open up “Your Exclusive Lover”. The character he controlled was standing in front of the door of Room “104”. 

He Ruge had always known that the game’s specs were all high quality. When he saw the floor wet with nutrient solution and glass shards, he also recalled the appearance of the little monster licking his hand. 

So, what happened just then really wasn’t a dream?! 

He Ruge looked in shock at the relatively plain helmet in his arms. With 8888.88 RMB (~1368 USD), he’d potentially bought the only holographic gaming helmet in existence in the world. This price was simply a huge sale. 

Perhaps only by becoming a koi spirit could he have had such luck to encounter this mysterious virtual reality game. The impact of this situation was enormous and was comparable to the time when He Ruge discovered he wasn’t human, but rather a monster. From that moment onwards, the Earth was no longer so simple, and he even ended up secretly hiding a holographic virtual reality game behind his back from the entire world. 

He Ruge logged into Penguin and asked 8 Legs: “When a monster encounters their natural enemy, will there be some sort of response? Will the monster’s bloodline pattern exhibit a special reaction? 

8 Legs: “The monster bloodline pattern can induce two types of reactions. Either your legs will become too soft to run, or your legs will run on its own. This is actually a warning system because when a monster successfully overcomes their awakening period, they can choose to hide their own monster patterns. Without the monster pattern’s warning system, there’s a chance you won’t even know you’re in the other monster’s recipe book.” 

8 Legs: “The first time you encounter a natural enemy, the monster pattern will induce a stronger reaction. But, if you encounter them every day, the reaction will become much weaker.” 

Ruge: “……Do monsters eat other monsters?” 

8 Legs: “Just like how humans have good people and bad people, monsters also have good and bad. However, your luck value is so high, the ones you meet will all be good monsters, such as me. Why are you suddenly asking me about this? Could it be that you ran into other monsters?” 

Ruge: “I just suddenly remembered it, so I wanted to ask more. It’s good to have a better understanding about monster patterns.” 

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He Ruge turned off Penguin, lifted his trouser legs, and carefully examined the monster patterns on his legs. Perhaps it was because the red streaks kept burning up while he was in close contact with the little monster inside the game and caused it to consume a lot of energy, the color was a little dim. 

After he passed the awakening period, what changes would the monster pattern bring to his physical body? Would he pop out a fish tail? 

This also seemed a little useless. 

It’s better to be a tentacled monster with eight hands, able to type at the speed of light. 

As of right now, He Ruge had yet to save his manuscript and tomorrow’s update had yet to be posted. He hadn’t typed a single word, but he mysteriously felt an overwhelming sense of calmness. 

He Ruge once again picked up the holographic game helmet. There was one hour of time allowed for the first day of gaming with the holographic game, so it couldn’t be wasted. He aimed to be a diligent and punctual individual. 

When the helmet was put on, the familiar feeling of dizziness came and dissipated quickly. He once again arrived in front of the door to Room “104”, and a floating ‘task’ dialogue box jumped out in front of him: 

【Daily Task: Inject Gene medication (unfinished)] 

Holding a small medicine box in his hand, He Ruge opened the medicine box and saw a purple medicine and syringe. The needle of the syringe shone with cold light that easily allowed people to recall the fear of being stabbed on the butt by needles. 

He Ruge fell into an inexplicable silence. 

It seems that the game didn’t specify the injection site, so could he give the little monster a butt injection?

……Forget it, staying alive is a good thing. 

He Ruge, who felt like he was cosplaying a nurse, opened the door and made eye contact with the little monster. 

“Why are you here again?” The little monster had a face of judgement, however his originally drooping tiger ears perked up in an instant, and his blue eyes shone brightly. 

It’s unknown if it was because he had previously experienced getting close to the little monster, or if the little monster’s expression was just too cute at this time, but He Ruge’s legs were not as soft as before. 

He Ruge thought: the little monster must have never liked someone before. Otherwise, he would understand that ‘like’ was one thing that couldn’t be hidden. 

With such a sweet reaction, the bite wound on his hand no longer felt painful. 

When the little monster saw the medicine box in He Ruge’s hand, the expression of disgust and hate on his face became more real. He muttered: “I don’t want shots.” 

He Ruge froze for a second and didn’t know how to respond. If the situation at the moment was that the little monster was ill and needed an injection to get better, then he has a basket full of words that he can use to convince the little monster. 

However, the little monster wasn’t ill. 

In this experiment, the disease-free little monster was still forced to get an injection every day. The pain he endured was ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times more painful than the wound on his hand. 

“But, when others bully me, it hurts me, too. Why are they allowed to randomly bully me?” What the little monster said before echoed in (He Ruge’s) ears. 

Right now, was he…… bullying the little monster? 

Had he been bullying Little White Tiger, Little Rabbit, and all the other experimental subjects in Room B6 before? When the cubs were hurt, his silence was actually neglectfully aiding the abuse. 

When water breaks through a dam, single drops of water will not realize that they were part of the flood. 

If this wasn’t a game, if all of this was real, then what role did he actually play in these experiments? 

He Ruge was shocked. 

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qwq I love the way the author applies figurative language, it just makes the context hit you in a whole different way. I also like the way 8Legs skirted the question “do monsters eat other monsters” LOL

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Hi, all! So, I spent the last weeks going through all the previous chapters (of WDBKFMGB) and fixing the issue with the Easter eggs popping up in Reader view and Safari browser. They shooouuuuld no longer show up, but I may not have caught all of them! If you see one, let me know! Thanks!

Also, as a reminder, I am using the term Merfolk as the umbrella term. Sirens fall under this umbrella term. He Ruge is part of the Merfolk, and more specifically, a Siren.

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Before, looking at the little monster through the screen, I didn’t think the little monster was scary, but it was cute. He Ruge tried hard to associate the terrifying and impactful eyes with the word cute. 

However, no matter how heavy his tinted filter was, his heart would start to beat faster whenever he thought of the little monster. 

The daily tasks had yet to be completed, so no matter how afraid he was, he couldn’t let children go hungry. 

He Ruge built up his courage and pushed open the door. But, the door was just barely ajar when he saw a pair of icy cold blue eyes through the small gap! 

A ferocious, round face was hidden under the door frame, and shocked He Ruge to death upon opening.. 

The sudden emergence of Little Monster frightened He Ruge so much that his heart leapt and sped up like a roller coaster, almost jumping into his throat and through his eyes and ears. The monster patterns on his legs started to burn and the patterns on his ankles were especially active, moving around as if they had attained a life of their own. He Ruge’s feet softened and he sat directly onto the ground feebly, supporting himself against the wall. 

The little white tiger was obviously so beautiful, with luxurious, shiny fur and long silver wings on its back, which added a dreamy fairytale-like flavor, just like a cute animal out of a cartoon. 

But, why did he, as soon as he saw the eyes of the little monster, become unable to control his hands and feet and even wanted to flee? 

8 Legs’s previous warnings suddenly appeared in his mind. Rat monsters will naturally be suppressed miserably by Cat monsters. So as a fish, he would exhibit physiological symptoms of fear when he encountered a large cat. 

……No, this was simply too cruel for a koi whose ultimate goal was to raise a cat. 

He Ruge’s two hands were so weak that he didn’t have any strength, and his arms fell weakly by his sides. The nutrient solution that was being held by his right hand ended up hitting the ground hard due to inertia. 

“Kacha“

Just like the sound of the little monster’s heart breaking.  

Under the little monster’s incredibly distressed gaze, the nutrient solution bottle shattered from the middle and was completely drained out in one brief second. 

The young man’s tender, white hands were drenched in the nutrient solution. His fingers were thin and long, with a man’s distinct joints, but his skin was as flawless as a merfolk’s. 

Merfolk were water-born creatures who could only display the full extent of their ultimate beauty in water. With the viscous, clear nutrient solution laying on his skin like a light film, the hand could be called a work of art container. This was the so-called crystalline wine glass, “Wine in crystalline wine glasses would become beautiful without compare.” 

The originally colorless and tasteless nutrient solution, on this hand, suddenly added a seductive and enticing fragrance. 

The little monster who was previously burning with anger gazed at it dumbfoundedly. He even forgot to be angry and suddenly remembered the sweet nutrient solution Xi Guican drank when he (little monster) was still asleep. 

It was quite sweet. 

The nutrient solution in front of his eyes…… looked delicious; very sweet. 

The little monster who had a sudden increase in appetite walked up in a bewitched manner. He didn’t care about He Ruge’s scared stiff reaction, but rather slowly lowered his head, and placed his little pink nose close to He Ruge’s wrist, taking a deep breath. 

The fragrance that seeped through the skin pierced into his nose, enticingly misty and humid, sticking to the tip of his heart damply. 

His Adam’s apple rolled slightly, and the little monster tried hard to swallow his saliva. He stretched out his tongue carefully and used the tip of his tongue to lick across that wrist like a dragonfly gently gliding across water. 

So slippery. 

The hand drenched in the nutrient solution trembled, and the viscous, transparent liquid flowed through between the fingers. The originally meager nutrient solution was visibly reduced by another half. 

The little monster who was heartbroken over his food became enraged. He raised his head viciously and glared at the black-haired, dark-eyed man. However, the first thing he was met with was the skin that was as white as cow’s milk. 

The little monster hadn’t seen this person at such a close distance before. 

The skin is very moist and pale and held a hint of pink within the white; it looked like a sweet strawberry-flavored pink, seemingly delicious at first glance.

Perhaps because of fear, his mouth was subconsciously opened and those lips were beyond beautiful, like a piece of candy; maybe with a bit of sucking and licking, you could taste a sweet flavor. 

Those white teeth were also very cute. Unlike his own teeth, which were sharp and pointy, those had no edges and corners and were completely harmless. How would it feel to lick? 

The nose was also adorable, a bit uptilted, and the texture should feel like bouncy. 

He moved his gaze up again and fell upon those watery, black eyes. They were bright and gentle, like black pearls soaked in clear water, giving off a dazzling soft shine. 

There was so much water in these dark eyes. This water, would it taste sweet? I really want to…… lick it. 

This person truly looked so delicious. 

The little monster almost watched till he became silly, and it was his growling stomach that made him regain his sanity. The little monster lowered his head and saw a shallow red mark appear on the snow-white wrist. 

It was a trace made by his licking. 

Such a light lick could leave a tempting mark. 

He felt even hungrier, so hungry he was about to go insane. However, he was not irritable at all at this moment because the person in front of him was so, so delectable. One should always treat good food with extra patience. 

The little monster licked the nutrient solution off He Ruge’s palm, and the barbs on his tongue would scrape against the sensitive palm. Every time it was licked, the hand would tremble uncontrollably, and the nutrient solution would flow better. 

The little monster held down He Ruge’s trembling wrist with his paws and happily began to lick the left hand here and there. By the time the little monster no longer wanted to slowly enjoy the delicious appetizer, but wanted to quickly devour a good meal, the little bit of nutrient solution on He Ruge’s hand was simply not enough to lick. 

The rough tongue scratched against the surface of the palm while the little monster ate with relish, licking along the lines of the palm several times and not leaving a single drop of nutrient solution. After licking the palm, he began to lick the fingers. 

The tip of his tongue rolled across the soft fingertips and slid down the joints, not leaving anywhere unattended to. 

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He Ruge’s fingers couldn’t help curling up completely. The wet and warm tongue felt like a snake, and every inch of skin that was licked had a tingling itch. 

The bloodline patterns on his legs became hotter and hotter, making his whole body burn. His body’s response mechanism was desperately urging him to flee, but it was unknown why He Ruge felt enveloped by a strange pressure. The physical fear he felt from encountering his natural predator made him unable to escape. 

He collapsed on the ground, crying without tears and watching as the little monster licked the sticky nutrient solution off his hand. 

This was licking it way too clean, okay? This darn child could wash dishes for a restaurant when he grows up. Wasn’t it just a bottle of nutrient solution? Was it worth putting his (He Ruge’s) fingers in his (Little Monster’s) mouth? 

His fingers could touch the little monster’s canines, so He Ruge didn’t dare to move at all for fear that his fingers would be bitten off by the little monster in the next second. 

The little monster licked more and more thoroughly. When there was no more nutrient solution left to lick, the little monster, who was still not full, was very unhappy. He had only tasted a little bit of sweetness. It wasn’t even enough for an appetizer, let alone the ‘feast’ he had been yearning for in his heart. 

As a result, even this tiny hint of sweetness was now gone. Did they fully intend to starve him to death? 

The fingers in his mouth were soft and slippery, and as delicate as a lollipop. A few licks might make it disappear. Small tiger teeth pressed down on the fingertips, and the little monster whispered in his heart: “Sorry, Xi Guican, I want to hold back. But, but, this person just looks so delicious.” 

“I’ll just take one soft bite.” 

Sharp tiger teeth pierced the fingertips, and blood flowed out of the tiny puncture wound, enticing the little monster’s taste buds in an instant. 

Fragrant and sweet, sweet enough to be devilish. The pervasive sweetness suffused through his five main and six sub internal organs ^[1] and four limbs, and the feeling of ultimate pleasure groaned through every cell in his body. 

This really is…… too delicious! ! ! 

[Like]: The little monster thinks you are very delicious, favorability 60 

He Ruge: “…” 

This wave of favorability was gifted too cruelly, but, well, being given so much with just one bit was still worth it. 

He Ruge surrendered himself and allowed the little monster lick at the wound. The little monster bite very cleanly, and he could just take it as going to the hospital for a blood draw. 

Yi, being bitten in the game, he wouldn’t have to go to the hospital to get a rabies shot, right? 

Also, he didn’t seem to have washed his hands. Would there be bacteria on his hands? The little monster wouldn’t get a stomach ache after eating, right? 

He Ruge wanted to take his fingers out. But, when he did so, the little monster who was sucking on his fingers immediately raised his head and warned fiercely: “Can’t move!” 

Suddenly being glared at in this manner, He Ruge was so frightened that his legs and arms became soft. This feeling of softness was an automatic physiological response by his body and could’t be controlled at He Ruge’s will. 

These days are now truly impossible to pass. From now on, it won’t be me who breathes on cats, but cats sucking on me^[2].

The little person in He Ruge’s heart was already in tears. He looked at the little monster who was working hard at sucking and could see the little monster’s round head, bud-like tiger ears, and shaking tiger whiskers. 

So round, so cute. The desire to cuddle cats can bring about infinite amounts of courage in people. Thus, He Ruge acted like he had consumed a bear’s heart and leopard’s gall, and quietly stretched out his hand towards the little monster. 

Just as (He Ruge’s) fingertips were about to touch the soft fur on his (Little Monster’s) head, the little monster suddenly lifted his eyes and gave He Ruge a fierce glare. This gaze seemed to have a freezing ability, making the hand that He Ruge had stretched out towards (Little Monster’s) head stiffen in the air. 

“Humph.” The little monster snorted, domineeringly blowing his tiger whiskers upwards. He lowered his head in disdain and continued to lick the fingers. 

His previously startled heart slowly dropped back down, and He Ruge slyly continued to attempt to touch his head. The moment he was about to make contact, the little monster fiercely stared at him again. 

After going back and forth three to four times, He Ruge felt like he was playing “One, Two, Three Wooden Man” ^[3] with the little monster, competing on patience and heart rate. 

The Heavens do not wrong those with a good heart. Maybe it was because the little monster was currently immersed in eating, or perhaps with the comfort of food, he didn’t want to care about He Ruge’s actions, but He Ruge was finally able to touch the little monster’s head! 

It was fluffy and soft. The silky fur was patted back and forth with the palm of his hand. The “king” ^[4] on his forehead was covered by He Ruge’s palm, as if he had covered the emperor’s crown with his own hands.

Wuu wuu wuu. This inner sense of accomplishment wouldn’t be replicated with just any other cat. 

Was he petting a cat? He was petting the emperor amongst cats. Not only did he touch the other party’s forehead, but he also touched the beautiful “king” pattern on their fur. 

Even though his body was desperately issuing an escape response due to encountering a natural predator, He Ruge still bilt up all his courage to touch the cute little crown. 

The little monster held the finger in his mouth as he glanced at He Ruge, and then continued to ignore He Ruge. 

The experience of the virtual reality game was too awesome. He Ruge was completely won over by the detailed and excellent quality. At this moment, his mind was already outside the scope of life and death. He wasn’t satisfied with simply touching the head. He…… 

Very quietly squeezed a few strands of fur on the “king” pattern on his forehead. Taking advantage of the fact that the little monster was not paying attention, he quickly rubbed his fingers against the fur. The dense, elastic feeling made He Ruge feel as if his soul had been enriched. 

“Roar——!!!” The little monster’s patience finally reached its limit. He fiercely spat out the finger in his mouth and then pounced towards He Ruge like a tiger rushing down the mountain, chaotically throwing himself He Ruge’s hand that was on the ground. 

With a slight devilish uptilt of his mouth, the pointed tiger canines bit down on He Ruge’s hand in one bite—— 

No.20 

[No. 20 is very angry] 

[He bites you] 

[No. 20 is no longer angry] 

[So fragrant] !

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The author has something to say: 

Little White Tiger: The one I love is his soul 

Little monster: What Fart, you obviously like his body as much as I do! 

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