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

WDBKFMGB Chapter 47 – You in My Arms

Unedited (may have typos and strange syntax @_@. Will edit later today)

I have also been notified that Chapters 1-8 by the previous translator are no longer available! I will be going back and retranslating these chapters soon! Thanks for your patience!


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     He Ruge exited the game and logged into Penguin to ask 8 Legs about the circumstances under which the bloodline patterns would heat up besides encountering a natural enemy.

     8Legs: “Under normal circumstances, it should only warn you if you encounter a natural enemy. However, you’re a koi (monster), and your bloodline pattern may have other capabilities I don’t know about.”

     8Legs: “Speaking of which, are you really a writer for Jinjiang (JJWXC)? Why do I feel like you’re always living life on the edge? Your bloodline pattern is warning you every single day.”

     Although He Ruge presented an attitude of ‘merely wanting to understand more about bloodline patterns’, the way he asked the questions (was suspicious, and) as long as 8Legs thought about it clearly he could (guess that they were situations) He Ruge encountered in reality.

     Ruge: “……I recently considered raising a big cat.”

     8Legs: “Goddamn, comrade.”

     Ruge: “If the bloodline pattern consumes too much energy, is it detrimental for the body, such as making your legs feel weak?”

      8Legs: “You’re still in your awakening period. It’s best not to consume too much energy. However, every monster is different. It’s like staying up late. Some people can pull consecutive all-nighters and no matter how late they stay up late, they can still feel vigorous and alert. Meanwhile, there’s others who pull consecutive all-nighters and then suddenly fall dead. Do you understand what I’m getting at?”

     Ruge: “Understood, thank you.”

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     No wonder he would randomly get soft legs and feet at every turn these past few days. He Ruge took a sip of his Goji berry tea and melancholically returned to writing. Some time back, after he posted that one 20,000 character post, his readers started criticizing his 10,000 character posts for being short.

      Sure enough, it was easy to transition from frugality to luxury, but difficult to downgrade from luxury to frugality.

     He Ruge estimated that with a progress of 10,000 characters a day, the (novel) would end around the end of next month.

     Additionally, his birthday was also at the end of next month. Finishing this novel would be his best birthday gift for himself. Before writing this novel, he was filled with uncertainty about the future and didn’t understand what he had been working towards his entire life. But now, every word he typed daily made his blurred future just a tiny bit clearer.

     After completing his morning update, He Ruge logged back into the game. Because 8Legs said that consuming the bloodline pattern’s energy could potentially cause self-harm, He Ruge planned to visit Room B6 the next day or the day after tomorrow. During these two (break days), he would enjoy his time and raise cubs (the little monster) happily.

     With a bottle of nutrient solution in hand, He Ruge pushed open the door of Room 104 and made eye contact with the little monster standing by the door.

     The little monster was already very, very tall. His overall height was as high as He Ruge’s lower jaw, and his body length was greater than three meters. If he laid down, the bedding could no longer fit (his huge body). The little monster worked hard (to sit on the bedding), and because of his upright posture, his tender white belly was exposed. His appearance was similar to a cub’s as he tilted his head slightly upwards while squatting by the door waiting for He Ruge.

     Indeed, he was still a cub.

      His large size was due to the rapid growth effects of the gene altering solution injections. He had only been released (from room B6) for less than half a year, and every time he did something bad (like making trouble for the other staff at Starry Sea Orphanage), he was sent back to sleep.

     No one had ever liked him, nor sang him a song, told him a story, fed him candy, or touched his head. No one ever told him that he was smart and deserved to be liked.

     This was Xi Guican’s missing childhood years.

     A combination of all the negative emotions during his brief and lacking childhood.

     Little Xi Guican liked his Zerg wings, so the little monster also liked the Zerg wings. The grown up Xi Guican liked He Ruge, so from the beginning, the little monster liking He Ruge was already set in stone.

     However, the dumb little monster didn’t understand that the emotion in his heart was ‘like’. Even the grown up Xi Guican took a while to understand his feelings of affection. How could the dumb little monster understand that the tenderness and happiness in his heart was fondness? 

     He was simply a heartless monster.

     The little monster even believed the emotions surging in his heart belonged solely to “Xi Guican”.

     “Miao Miao, you’re waiting for me again,” the young man lowered his gaze and said softly. His snow-white hands were akin to white lotuses blooming in the air, his long fingers like slender petals. That pure white flower stroked the top of his head.

     The little monster suddenly realized that white was just as beautiful as red, and while staying by He Ruge’s side, his mind was no longer occupied with only kill, kill, kill, but rather just He Ruge.

     His mind was filled with He Ruge.

     After four more injections, he would become very strong and would be able to destroy this dreadful place. When everything was reduced to rubble, he would put He Ruge on his back and joyously carry him off to watch the stars.

     Perhaps he could properly discuss with Xi Guican to allow him to be with He Ruge for half of the time, while Xi Guican could have the other half of the time. If He Ruge could always be with him, then he was willing to be He Ruge’s Miao Miao forever.

     He would never randomly kill again. But, if anyone wanted to hurt He Ruge, then he would shred those people to pieces. He was dumb, not as smart as Xi Guican. If they were comparing brains, he would definitely lose against Xi Guican. But in terms of fighting ability, Xi Guican might not be able to beat him.

     Thus, the two of them together could definitely protect He Ruge.

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     The more the little monster thought about it, the happier he became. He had a stomach full of words he wanted to tell He Ruge, and he already couldn’t can’t wait to make He Ruge happy. However,…… he was also a bit too embarrassed to say it aloud.

     The little monster pulled the bedding back to the corner with his mouth and stared at the nutrient solution in He Ruge’s hand while saying: “I was too hungry.”

     I was too hungry. So, it wasn’t you I was waiting for, but the nutrient solution.

     He Ruge pretended to be persuaded while he sat cross-legged beside the little monster and handed the nutrient solution to him.

     “What does the nutrient solution taste like?” He Ruge asked curiously when he saw the little monster drinking it. The nutrient solution seemed like a good item. If he also had some nutrient solution, he wouldn’t have to spend so much money ordering take out food.

     “No taste.” The little monster’s actions of drinking the nutrient solution stalled, and he dragged the bottle in his mouth over to He Ruge and stuffed it in his hands, “Have a drink.”

     He Ruge was just asking casually, but he unexpectedly received the nutrient solution that the little monster was almost done with. The lip of the bottle was still coated with the little monster’s saliva, and it was so sticky that (He Ruge) couldn’t bring himself to drink it. However, under the little monster’s expectant gaze, He Ruge couldn’t reject.

     Ever since the little monster’s temper became better, when he didn’t speak and just looked at He Ruge with his clear azure eyes, he was similar to the little white tiger.

     Indifferent on the outside, but warm and soft on the inside Little White Tiger.

     The Little White Tiger whom he personally delivered into the brainwashing room to have his feelings of affection washed away.

     (He Ruge) felt like his heart was hanging in midair, as if sorrow and grief had gained substance and stuffed his heart full yet leaving it bleak and hollow. He Ruge looked away and dared not make direct eye contact with the little monster. He poured some nutrient solution on his fingertips and licked it gently.

     It was cold, slightly sticky, and tasteless.

     Was this what the little monster ate every day? If a person leaned against a wall and sat in a corner drinking this cold nutrient solution, it wouldn’t be “consuming a nutrient solution, but rather the embodiment of loneliness”.

     Room 104 had no decor, nor color. There was gray ground and pale walls. No wonder the little monster, who stayed in such an environment, would wait for him at the door every day.

     He Ruge touched the little monster’s head, and the thick and warm fur made He Ruge reluctant to remove his hand. “Does Miao Miao want to eat cake, or play with toys?”

     The little monster nodded curiously, his long tiger whiskers trembling.

     There was a plethora of snacks and toys in the Love Mall, and it was an opportune time to spend money on the little monster!

     He Ruge rushed into the mall and first bought a small strawberry cake. The little monster watched a little cake out of thin air onto He Ruge’s hand, and looked around in perplexion, “Where did you conjure this out from?”

     “This was exchanged for with Miao Miao’s love.” After He Ruge finished talking, he checked the little monster’s status and was surprised to find that the favorability bar was almost full.

     [Favorability]: The Little Monster likes you very, very much, Goodwill 98 

     “You can exchange ‘like’ for things?” The little monster heard this for the first time and found it extremely novel.

     He Ruge couldn’t help but tightly squeeze his big round face and took advantage of the little monster’s shock to withdraw his hand, giving a cough as if nothing happened, “Like can exchange for like, sincerity exchanges for sincerity. I gave Miao Miao a strawberry cake in hopes to exchange for an even sweeter Miao Miao.”

     The little monster stretched out his tongue and licked his own paw, saying solemnly and regretfully, “But, I’m not sweet.”

     He Ruge sent the sweet, soft cake to the little monster’s mouth and said with a smile: “Once you eat the strawberry cake, you will become sweeter.”

     The little monster ate the small cake with one bite, chewing it twice before swallowing it down his throat. The overly sweet and greasy cream made him frown slightly. He rarely ate sweets, and the sweetest thing he’d eaten had been fruit candy, so this cake was a tad bit too sweet for him to accept.

     However, when He Ruge asked him if it was delicious, the little monster looked at that gentle face and subconsciously nodded.

     Consequently, a new strawberry cake appeared beside his mouth. This time He Ruge also asked him to eat slowly. The cream on the tip of his tongue slid down, and the sweetness erupted in his mouth like a landslide followed by a tsunami. The little monster felt complicated, wanting to vomit yet was reluctant to throw it up. Thus, he held his breath and forced himself to swallow the cake. 

     This time, the little monster learnt well. When He Ruge asked him if it was sweet and if he wanted to eat another, his head nodded slightly at first before shaking like a rattle drum.

     “Even if you wanted to eat another I wouldn’t give one to you. If you eat too much cake, you will become too fat.” He Ruge placed the little monster’s big paws on his lap, and said while pinching the paw pads: “Your current weight is just right, if you become fatter……”

     Hmm…It seemed that except for many humans, all other animals are even cuter when they are nice and fat.

     A smile appeared in his black eyes, “Chubbier is also cute, but it’s better to be healthy.”

     Looking at the little monster who was listening attentively, He Ruge couldn’t help but plant a kiss onto the little monster’s paw, “Miao Miao is so sweet~”

     Hearing this, the little monster licked the cream on his mouth, pursed his mouth, and replied seriously: “No, you are the sweetest.”

     They looked at each other and saw themselves in each other’s eyes and their own sugar sweet counterpart.

     He Ruge’s mood became even brighter, and he went into the Love Mall and purchased a salted fish pillow. The pillow was even bigger than He Ruge. Based on He Ruge’s imagination, the little monster who just finished eating dessert would hug the pillow. Two front paws would hug the fish head, and his two hind feet would kick at the fish tail in excitement while his eyes would narrow from happiness.

     However, there was always a certain gap between reality and imagination. When the salted fish pillow appeared abruptly, the little monster was immediately startled because the huge salted fish pillow pushed down on He Ruge, making it look like He Ruge was being bullied. Between the blink of an eye[1], the little monster stretched out his shadowless cat claws[2] and used the sharp claws to cut off the head of the salted fish. The cotton filling mixed with catnip spilled out everywhere.

     He Ruge: “……”

     He Ruge explained with a helpless expression: “This is a toy for Miao Miao, a toy you can hold and play with.”

     No matter how naive the little monster was, he knew he had done something wrong. He silently put away his claws and stayed silent.

     He Ruge shook off the cotton filling on his face. When he saw the little monster’s guilty look, he began to feel distressed again, “In fact, this toy can also be torn apart.”

     He Ruge brought over the salted fish pillow with the broken head, thought for a moment before removing all the cotton in the pillow and personally climbing into the salted fish pillow himself. This experience was similar to putting on dinosaur pajamas.

     He-Salted-Fish-Ruge moved to the little monster’s side, showing eight shiny teeth in a bright smile and said: “After tearing it up, you get a new outfit.”

     The little monster’s tight muscles finally relaxed. Under He Ruge’s two wide-open eyes, he rushed over and pounced on He Ruge for a hug, his two front paws wrapped around He Ruge’s waist and his head carefully nestled on He Ruge’s shoulders, “Is this how you hold a toy?” Even if the youthful voice was muffled, he couldn’t muffle his joy.

     (He Ruge’s) entire body was pressed against the big cat’s belly, and this sudden realization of his dreams from last night made He Ruge so touched that he didn’t know where to put his hands and feet, “Yes … yes.”

     The tiger tail was entangled on He Ruge’s ankle, and with a hint of willfulness, the little monster whispered: “Holding on, I don’t want to let go.”

     He didn’t know if it was because the fur was so hot and stuffy that he grew dazed, or because he was so happy that the tips of his ears turned red, “……then, don’t let go.”

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[1]‘blink of an eye’: direct translation: between the span of 2 sparks

[2]“shadowless cat claws”: He moved so fast there was almost no shadow


TL corner: My favorite line in this chapter was: ” As if sorrow and grief had gained substance and stuffed his heart full yet leaving it bleak and hollow.”

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WDBKFMGB Chapter 46 (Part 2) – Bedtime Story

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     Once upon a time there was a cub. He was a little white tiger.

     He was taken to the Starry Sea Orphanage, where he was placed under training, beaten and scolded, and bullied by everyone else.

     Little White Tiger lived painfully because there was no one there to show him care, no one to show him love.

     Then, on the brainwashing day, he awakened the monster inside of his heart, and the little white tiger who became a real monster, killed everyone who had bullied him.

     The little monster never listened to the little white tiger’s commands and committed numerous errors. Thus, when he grew up, the little white tiger broke off the little monster’s wings. When the little monster was injured, the big white tiger was also badly injured. Then, someone worked secretly to hurt the big white tiger.

     The big white tiger and the little monster were both very weak (at the time).

     Because the (main) issue (of war) has yet to be resolved, the people needed the big white tiger, and they tried hard to treat the big white tiger’s (injuries). However, the big white tiger was injured too severely……and couldn’t be cured anymore.

     The little monster was plunged into memories of the past, memories of the lingering and throbbing pain, like layers upon layers of vines entrapping him in airtight darkness, like a year immersed solely in midnight.

     He returned to the day he was awakened. 

     A weak cub was crying helplessly inside the brainwashing chamber before he finally broke down crying. When the crying sounds from all four corners of the room gradually dissipated, and everything returned to a deathly silence, dark red pupils faintly surfaced from within those azure eyes.

     The red light in his eyes flashed through the darkness.

     The pounding of heartbeats sounded from the left side of his chest. DON, DON, DON…… mixing in indistinctly with the sound of the original heartbeats.

     Within the pair of cold eyes was a smile filled with malicious intent.

     “I want to slaughter them~”

     His reason degraded slowly, bit by bit, and just as the malicious intent was about to break through the final barrier, a warm touch fell gently onto his head with a familiar strength and cautiousness, as if caressing a precious treasure.

     The little monster resisted the other’s touch, but didn’t outright reject it. Eventually, (he even came to) like this person’s physical contact.

     It was a nostalgic tenderness.

     The young man lowered his gaze. His black pupils were like lakes covered in a layer of fine mist. His movements were gentle and his tone of voice was soft, making the little monster feel that this person’s words were always particularly sweet.

     Truly, they were sweet words.

     There was constantly a hint of a smile on the other’s face. In fact, he would still be beautiful if he wasn’t smiling, but once he did, it could practically mesmerize people.

     “The ugly duckling watched as the swans spread their wings and flew to the icy waters of the not-yet frozen lake. Swans were so beautiful. The ugly duckling was dumbfounded.”

     “When spring came, (the ugly duckling) flew to the lake and saw its own reflection. However, what it saw was no longer the clumsy, ugly and disdainful duckling, but rather — a swan!”

     “The youngest and most beautiful swan!”

     The little monster felt that he had inevitably fallen into a hypnotized trance. The pains that had tormented his spiritual sea of consciousness now felt calmed because of his happiness.

     The person in front of his eyes seemed to have a kind of magical ability to be able to control his emotions so easily.

     He Ruge. He Ruge.

     He chanted this name in his heart, and an unexplainable feeling of joy spread through his heart. It flowed through him bit by bit, leaving hidden ravines within his heart.

     Do you wish for me to become a swan?

     But I am not the ugly duckling in your story. I have never been a swan’s egg, but rather a little monster, so I will never change from a monster into a swan.

     His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, but the little monster longed for the touches on his head and insisted on not falling asleep. However, every time he was by He Ruge’s side, he would easily become sleepy.

     The frequency of his blinks slowed, and those droopy blue eyes gazed at the person in front of them.

     Although I am not a swan, you are the swan that flew over the wasteland of my soul and became the most beautiful image I have seen in my life.

     It makes me very, very much, long to fly towards you with my entire being.

    *

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     After coaxing the little monster to sleep, He Ruge left the game running on the computer before laying down to sleep. In the past, he never felt that sleeping alone was bad, but this night he felt that the bed was extremely empty and no matter how he bundled up, the bed remained cold.

     ……How great would it be if he could fall asleep with a large cat.

     It would be even better if the large cat was bigger than the bed so that he could slip his feet against its soft underbelly and bury his face in its warm fur while sleeping.

     He Ruge pulled his blanket over his head, pretending that it was the underbelly of a large cat, and fell into a beautiful sleep.

     After logging back into the game the next morning and feeding the little monster the nutrient solution, He Ruge went to room B6. Yellow Ferret was mixing the milk formulas, and He Ruge hurried over to help.

     Mixing the milk formula was a very simple matter. Thinking about the fact that the cubs would be drinking the milk formula he personally made, He Ruge busied himself left and right. Although this batch of cubs wasn’t the same as the first batch of cubs, and maybe all No. 1’s were puppies, even if the previous No.1 had golden fur, and the current No. 1 had black fur, both had the same black, grape-like eyes and made He Ruge sprout a feeling that……

     He was being given a chance to right his wrongs. 

     After mixing the milk formulas, Yellow Ferret didn’t stand guard outside the door this time. Instead, he leaned against the wall inside the room with his arms folded in front, avoiding He Ruge’s eyes and staring at the ground, “I want to know how you will save experimental subjects.”

     Because Yellow Ferret knew that He Ruge could block the room’s monitoring systems, he didn’t need to worry that his words would violate the Ice Project’s regulations.

     He Ruge didn’t have a hobby of bursting into song in public, nor did he want to expose his golden finger, “You don’t need to know.”

     Yellow ferret tilted his head and looked at the ground as he muttered to himself: “I thought it would take a while before you would use the three opportunities to participate in the Ice Project. I didn’t expect that you would have already used it twice by now.”

     “When are you planning to come for the third time?” Yellow Ferret’s yellow-brown eyes finally met He Ruge’s when he asked this softly.

     But, suddenly, the bloodline pattern on (He Ruge’s) leg started burning, just like when it warned him of an approaching natural enemy.

     Why was there a warning?

     Was there danger here?

     A sudden burst of anxiety enveloped his heart. It was a difficult to describe feeling, a kind of fear similar to the feeling of facing the grown little monster the night before, but was also very different.

     The fear from last night had a known source. He Ruge knew that the bloodline pattern was warning against the white tiger, who was his natural enemy. But, at this moment, this fear was due to being alerted to an unknown danger.

     It was like an invisible hand was gripping He Ruge’s heart, making He Ruge unable to breath.

     The holographic VR game had both its advantages and disadvantages. When the original version of the game reached a critical point, an A, B option select would definitely appear and remind He Ruge to potentially archive a save point and list actions for He Ruge to choose.

     However, the holographic VR version of the game had none of that, and the high degree of freedom in exchange meant a high risk of the situation going out of control.

     He Ruge didn’t believe in something as intangible as intuition in the past, but due to his new belief in the metaphysical (capabilities) of the koi monster’s bloodline pattern, He Ruge used his last ‘save’ at this moment.

     [Yes/No Save]

     【Yes】

     【No】

     [Save successful]

     With the save, there was a greater sense of confidence. He Ruge said to Yellow Ferret: “Not clear, but our previous agreement didn’t seem to have detailed the participation times? When I come is not important.”

     Yellow Ferret lifted the corners of his mouth stiffly, “That’s true.” He walked out of the room directly after speaking and closed the door without further questioning how “He Ruge would save the experimental subjects”.

     He Ruge stood on the spot and watched the door for a long time. Perhaps he had over thought it and there was no danger. But, when he saved (the game), the heat from the burning hot bloodline pattern suddenly dropped.

     Exactly what happened? Forget it, he already saved; it didn’t matter if he was in imminent danger.

     He Ruge sang to the cubs with a heavy heart, and after walking out of room B6, he turned and glanced at Yellow Ferret who was standing at the end of the corridor.

     Yellow Ferret stood in the darkness, not a trace of light hit his body. Before he recovered his memories, Yellow Ferret would occasionally show a mocking smile or a grin during the Ice Project (chapters). It was a smile that made it quite clear he wasn’t a good person.

     However, it seemed that since recovering his memories, (He Ruge) hadn’t seen Yellow Ferret smile even once.

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WDBKFMGB Chapter 46 (Part 1) – Bedtime Story

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     After leaning on the tiger’s back for a while, He Ruge felt like all the fur on the little monster’s back had already been warmed up by his own body heat. 

     The little monster was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even separated by thick fur and strong muscles, He Ruge could feel his bones growing and expanding.

     It sounded extremely painful, the pain that came from tearing muscles.

     Even though he knew that the little monster wouldn’t feel the pain after using the Pain Nullifier, He Ruge still couldn’t help but feel heartache at this moment. “Does Miao Miao feel any pain?”

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     The little monster turned his head around, and his big round face appeared in front of He Ruge, “He Ruge, please give me pats.” Even when he acted spoiled, his tone was still stiff as rock. Even while calling He Ruge’s name, he included all three characters with first and last name.

     Only He Ruge’s figure was reflected in those blue eyes. The little monster said such heartbreaking words with an unchanging, expressionless stink face: “If you touch me, I won’t feel pain in the left side of my chest.”

     The little monster lowered his head towards the young man on his back. He didn’t even regard He Ruge’s hand, which was placed on the “king” symbol on his forehead, with dissatisfaction. He docilely put away his fangs and said in an almost pleading voice: “Can you not leave tonight.”

     He Ruge paused his head-patting motion (as the little monster) said: “Whenever I think about you leaving, the left side of my chest would feel really painful.”

     It turned out…… his discomfort stemmed from (He Ruge) leaving?

     He Ruge hugged the little monster’s head and was about to agree when suddenly the VR game’s “Addiction Prevention Mechanism” popped up in his mind.

     Calculating the time, he already seemed to be running out of available game time for today?!

     This spicy chicken game was preventing him from raising lil’ cubs! The little monster was in such a fragile and helpless state and needed someone to accompany him, what did he need “Addiction Prevention” for? It was only right that players should be encouraged to smother the little monster with love!

     He Ruge felt uneasy since he didn’t know when he would be ejected from the game. He really wanted to agree to the little monster, but the situation didn’t allow it. The witty He Ruge turned on his brainstorming mode, and a small light bulb suddenly lit up. Although the holographic VR game had an Addiction Prevention Mechanism, the normal version of the game did not.

     Though it wouldn’t allow any late-night whispering interactions, it was also very fulfilling to continue touching the little monster’s head, touching the little monster’s back, and coaxing the little monster to sleep!

     He had to seize the time he could still verbally communicate with the little monster and say everything he wanted to say in one breath before hopping and staying on the game with the computer, and spending the night watching over the little monster as he slept.

     He couldn’t continue sitting on the little monster’s back while he slept. But, as He Ruge was getting off the little monster’s back, the little monster thought He Ruge was going to leave again, and his eyes instantly dimmed.

     However, when he discovered that the person in front of him was just changing positions and sat back down beside him still holding his paws, saying yes with a smile, those blue eyes trembled and shone brightly again, as if the on off switch that darkened and brightened his life was completely in the palm of He Ruge’s hands.

     He Ruge rubbed the little monster’s big head: “When does Miao Miao usually feel sleepy?”

     “I’m not sure.” Occasionally, he would feel drowsy, but would very quickly be awakened by pain.

     It seemed the little monster was in a very energetic (state right now). He Ruge once again ran his fingers through the (comfortably soft fur on the little monster’s) head, resisting the urge to ravage those tiger ears, while contemplating how parents put their children to sleep.

     Because he was an orphan and had no practical experience, the only methods he could think of for coaxing children were very simple, including singing and telling bedtime stories.

     He sang a song last time, so he should tell a bedtime story this time around. It should be a children’s fairy tale. He Ruge recalled that the little monster was previously lacking in confidence when (He Ruge asked him to name himself), so he was determined to cultivate the little monster’s self-confidence, starting with bedtime stories——

     “Miao Miao, close your eyes. I’ll tell you a fairy tale.” Those blue eyes closed, and his white eyelashes seemed to have been coated with a thin layer of fresh snow.

     He Ruge gently touched the little monster’s head, “Once upon a time, there was a swan egg that was hatched by a duck. Because of its unique appearance, it was laughed at and called an ugly duckling.”

     “It was beaten and scolded, ostracized, ridiculed, and bullied by everyone……” He Ruge whispered while patting the little monster.

     However, he didn’t notice that the pair of azure eyes under his palm was slightly startled. The little monster listened as he fell into a daze.

     Legend has it that a merfolk’s voice could confuse another’s heart. If a (merfolk’s) heart was filled with sincere emotions, their true feelings could penetrate into their voice and make the listeners entranced.

     *

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WDBKFMGB Chapter 45 – A Scheduled Promise

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     There was one question and one answer, and they fell back into silence. 

     He Ruge held a guilty conscience while coaxing the little monster. He was afraid that the little monster would ask him why it doesn’t hurt when they have physical contact, and why didn’t he allow physical contact before to mitigate the pain……

     He Ruge introspected for a while, thinking that his past self simply had a heart dipped in lard [1], even coming up with such a flimsy excuse to deceive his cat.

     But dying while holding onto a cat would also be a fine way to go.[2]

     If he didn’t go to this extent, when would he ever have a chance[3] to hold this big cat?

     It’s just that this posture was a bit strenuous. He Ruge didn’t dare to put his entire weight onto the little monster, so he could only bend over to hug the little monster, pressing his torso into the soft fur gently while his waist was supporting himself tiringly.

     The tip of his nose was pressed close to the base of (the little monster’s) wings, and the heat from He Ruge’s exhalations ended up blowing onto the base of those wings. The little monster itched so badly that he wanted to shake out his wings. However, he was afraid of frightening the young man lying on his back.

     He was feather light, and the little monster could barely feel the weight of the other party. This gave the little monster a surreal sense (that everything was an) illusion. Along with the lack of pain, he could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy. Tonight, he wasn’t left alone to endure the pain while curled up in the corner, the pain that was so strong it made him roll on the ground in pain.

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     All this was like a dream, and maybe if he so much as twitched, the other would suddenly turn into a butterfly and flutter away.

     It turned out that it wasn’t that difficult to endure at night when someone else was there (to accompany him).

     Just as the little monster was in a good mood, he realized that the person on his back was moving to get up. The original feather-light weight became completely no weight, and the warmth on his back dissipated.

     Was he preparing to leave?

     This thought sprouted from the little monster’s heart like a pebble hitting the surface of still water, disturbing his state of mind which had just calmed down.

     His tiger tail hooked onto He Ruge’s calf subconsciously. Under the other’s surprised gaze, the little monster pretended to be calm and said: “If there is no physical contact, it will hurt.”

     He Ruge was stunned, he just bent over for too long and wanted to change his posture, but the little monster had……misunderstood?

     Was he so afraid of him leaving? Was it purely from fear of pain, or was there a smidgen of reluctance to part? He Ruge looked down at the entangled tiger’s tail, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously. Maybe he should have given the little monster the nickname Little Sticky Rice Cake.

     No, it should be Big Sticky Rice Cake.

     He Ruge crouched down and wanted to grab the tiger tail. The thick tiger tail was very powerful, staggered with black and white stripes. He Ruge couldn’t fully grasp it with one hand, so he made do with grabbing the tip of the tail which was pure black, and contrasted with He Ruge’s fingers, making them seem exceptionally white.

     The texture of the fur on the tail was also luxurious. Each strand of fur felt like it was dipped in deep-sea fish oil. There was not a single trace of split ends from the base to the tip. The white fur was as crystalline clear as fine snow, while the black fur was like ink-dipped fine brush.

     He Ruge couldn’t help but grasp the tip of the tail with one hand and press the palm of his other hand onto the black “brush” tip. Under the little monster’s innocent gaze, He Ruge voiced: “Previously, I helped write out the name Miao Miao. Miao Miao, do you remember how to write the word ‘Miao’?” 

     He looked like a teacher who was spot-checking (a student’s) homework.

     The little monster tilted his head, “I do.”

He Ruge was a little surprised. Perhaps he had always placed the labels of ‘dim’ and ‘fierce’ on his impression of the little monster, so he was unused to the little monster’s sudden show of intellect.

     Blue eyes stared diligently at He Ruge’s palm as he used the tip of his tail to slowly and confidently write (the characters of the planet) Earth on He Ruge’s palm.

     Miao (淼).

     The little monster had never seen this type of writing before, as it did not belong to any of the languages he knew of; even the pronunciation was strange- “Meow Meow Meow”.

     For the little monster who had a brain full of killing and gloom, memorizing words was an arduous task. But he wanted to put full effort into remembering everything related to He Ruge, as if the more he remembered the more important He Ruge was in his heart. Like this, even if he truly loses control and his ability to reason in the future, he would still never hurt this person again.

He didn’t want to hurt He Ruge.

     It wasn’t because He Ruge was someone Xi Guican liked, nor because He Ruge’s blood was delicious, nor because He Ruge’s singing voice was amazing.

     It was simply because He Ruge was He Ru Ge, that’s all.

     When he moved his tail stroke by stroke and wrote out the word “Miao”, he witnessed He Ruge’s dark eyes light up slowly from surprise, glowing brighter and brighter like stars shining in the sky.

     “Miao Miao is so smart.” He heard He Ruge’s warm and sincere praise.

     No one had ever praised him before.

     Maybe it was because he didn’t have any positive characteristics, and even he himself didn’t think he had any good characteristics. From the beginning, he was just an existence that Xi Guican awakened in his time of despair.

     He was the product of an abnormal shift in this body, a separated piece of “Xi Guican’s” soul. He was, through and through, a monster.

     In the endless darkness, he was the weapon Xi Guican grasped to pierce into the light. But he, he who was born in darkness, how could he help Xi Guican find the light. A black hole will devour all light, and he would destroy all the brilliance in Xi Guican’s life.

     The best result for Xi Guican was for (the little monster) to transfer over all his memories and power. The accidentally separated soul fragments would then gradually attach themselves to the gaping hole and sew it whole again stitch by stitch, which could potentially create a complete “Xi Guican”.

……But, he didn’t want to.

     He was a selfish, cold-blooded, emotionless villain who never considered the well-being of others, even if, technically, that person was also himself in a sense.

     Therefore, he had always been hiding in a corner where Xi Guican couldn’t see him, accumulating strength in hopes that one day he could override Xi Guican’s memory and fully occupy this body.

     He Ruge had his entire concentration focused on playing with the tail, and didn’t notice the little monster’s silence. His dream of playing with (the little tiger’s) tail unexpectedly came true tonight. They say happiness came in threes[4] and He Ruge felt like he was floating (from joy). He stroked the tail back and forth; the originally soft tail fur was about to be petted by He Ruge until it became a mini explosion.

     It’s just… He Ruge felt something was a little off. At the start, he could hold around two-thirds of the tail with one hand, but as he looked, the tail suddenly grew longer.

     Under his gaze, the pair of tiger claws also seemed to have grown a circle larger. He Ruge slowly raised his head and saw that the little monster in front of him was slowly expanding like a balloon. Previously, while standing, (the little monster was around his) waist and abdomen height. But, now, it seemed the little monster would grow up to his chest height, and based on this rate (or growth), it didn’t seem to be ending soon. His body length might even grow to the three-meter mark.

     Oh, right, the gene altering solution would accelerate growth.

     However, watching the little monster grow bigger had a huge impact on He Ruge. Because (the tiger was a fish’s) natural enemy, He Ruge worked hard everyday to overcome his physiological fear response to big cats. After finally adapting to the little monster’s appearance, without even having time to brace himself, he was now going to face an even bigger white tiger!

     Too, too big.

     His legs were a bit soft.

     He Ruge subconsciously grasped onto the tiger tail with both hands just like a person with a fear of heights swaying on a high cable bridge and hanging onto the ropes (for dear life). His legs trembled faintly. Perhaps it’s because he sang for the cubs in the Ice Project and used up all his strength, He Ruge didn’t even have the strength to stand.

     Incidentally, right at this moment, the little monster leaned his head closer while his blue eyes looked at He Ruge’s trembling legs strangely, “Are you tired from standing?”

     His brain was blank, and He Ruge seemed to be able to see his own pallid face through those azure blue eyes. That face gradually transformed into an image of a fish on the chopping board, “Yes, a little bit.”

     The thick-as-an-iron-chain tiger tail wrapped around He Ruge’s waist. In one smooth motion, the tiger’s tail exploded with astonishing power and easily lifted He Ruge up like plucking a radish, suspending him half a meter off the ground. He Ruge’s heart was so nervous that it was about to explode.

     When He Ruge panicked to the point that his feet were swinging wildly, the little monster placed He Ruge on his back, “Grab onto my wings and don’t slide off.”

     He Ruge sat feebly on the tiger’s back. His two hands were so tense that he didn’t know how to control his strength at all, and he could only tightly grasp the thin zerg wings with two fingers.

     The zerg wings, which were originally thin and fragile like a piece of paper, had inexplicably become the thickness of a steel plate at some unknown point in time. Maybe it would even make a crisp clang if he knocked on it.

     “He Ruge,” the hoarse, youthful voice sounded beside He Ruge’s ear, “Do you like the starry skies?”

     Perhaps it was due to the song “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Stars”, the little monster came up with the speculation that He Ruge liked the starry sked.

     Under the state of high mental stress, He Ruge himself wasn’t really aware of what he was saying: “It’s, it’s okay.”

     “Then, in the future, you can sit on my back and I will take you flying to the stars.” 

     The little monster said: “If I do this, will you be happy?”

     He Ruge finally recovered from his state of disorientation, and he spent three seconds recalling what the little monster had said. The scene described by the little monster appeared in his mind, and He Ruge suddenly felt that it was explosively cool.

     Ride the biggest cat and gaze at the most beautiful stars.

     He smiled sincerely like a parent who heard their child say they will be filial when they grew up: “Yes! Of course, I will!”

     Those blue eyes, which had always been surging with the flames of violence, closed slightly, unskillfully attempting to cover the eager yearning swimming under his pupils, as the little monster whispered: “Then, that’s great.”

     I can make you happy, that’s wonderful.

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[1]Idiom: heart dipped in lard: had no conscience, a “blind heart”, apathetic

[2]Direct TL: but dying on the cat’s body, becoming a ghost was also joyous

[3]Direct TL: “Which Monkey year, horse month: generally referring to 12 year cycles. HRG is asking how many 12yr cycles it would take before he could hold the little monster

[4]“…Happiness came in threes”: direct translation: Happiness will follow two to make three


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WDBKFMGB Chapter 44 – Hugging You All Tightly

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.

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     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.

    *

     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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[1]“pig-killing knife” internet slang referring to the effects and process of aging – mainly to do with wrinkles

[2] “he who carried the medical box was Age’s dog” – Author is saying that HRG is doing the dirty work for “Age” by injecting the growth speed-up into the Little White Tiger/Little Monster

[3]“one who does not enter the tiger’s den shall not acquire a tiger cub” If you do not take a huge risk, you cannot achieve a great victory


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WDBKFMGB Chapter 43 – Giving You a Name

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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.

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     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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[1]Recall that in chapter 23, HRG only had 1 remaining save opportunity.

[2]Miao Miao: 淼淼 is made up only of “water” 水, which is believed to signify calm and peace

[3]“Claw”, “paw”, “grab/grasp” are all possible translations for the same word 爪

[4]Stars Song first appeared in Chapter 29, He Ruge sang this for the Little Rabbit qwq

[5]A group of crows is called a ‘murder of crows’ uwu


Here’s some adorable tiger toe beans

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WDBKFMGB Chapter 42 – Calling on Ruan Ruan

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

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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.

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     “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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[1]Gazing at a person who would never return: a longing expression

[2] Good little bunny song Reference: Chapter 17

[3]Koi’s Fate: Reference: Chapter 26

[4]‘Murderer’ is used loosely here and is a reference to a game. You can think of it more accurately as “Who is the Perpetrator”

[5] “Fish lips” is an internet slang for “Foolish”, which is a homonym with fish lips.

Good little bunny song: Chapter 17

Koi Fate, Fate’s Calling Card: Chapter 26


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WDBKFMGB Chapter 41 – To Save or Not to Save

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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.” 

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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.

    *

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


[1]Dou E is a fictional character from a traditional Chinese play. You can search up the full plot using the common English title “The Injustice to Dou E” or “Snow in Midsummer”. Dou E was wrongly accused and executed, and the injustice instigated a series natural disasters, including a snowstorm in summer

[2]Search: “Ship of Theseus” for full details on the analysis of the metaphysics of identity. ‘Ship of Theseus’ questions whether a boat, completely changed of it’s physical makeup, is still the same as the original

[3]“Becoming a ghost who lures others in to share the same fate”: Refer to Chapter 25 part 5 for full explanation of this idiom

[4]Xi Xing’s Blessing: Refer to chapter 28 for full details on Xi Xing’s Blessings

[5]“the bamboo basket meant for carrying water was returned empty”: All his efforts were for naught

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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WDBKFMGB Chapter 40 (Part 2) – Acknowledge and Correct One’s Mistakes

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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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[1]Direct translation: hanged up and beaten around, meaning “no way to fight back”

[2]血盆: literally: blood basin. It refers to a beast’s maw and the saying originates from ancient rituals of blood letting/blood sacrifices

[3]AHHHAHAHA. YEA, MHHMM. Being an adult means no grudges ewe cuz you deal with them directly cough. I mean…should always be polite >_>

[4]Direct Translation: This must be the pleased feeling of watching one’s family’s child growing up.


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WDBKFMGB Chapter 40 (Part 1) – Acknowledge and Correct One’s Mistakes

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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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Footnotes:

  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.

I am going through and editing all the chapters of WDBKFMGB (starting from chapter 9) to fix any poor grammar, mistranslations, broken formatting, etc! I proofread the first WDBKFMGB chapter I translated today…… and gosh…… what a mess it was lolol.

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