Being the Wife of a Fluffy Creature [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 22

Chapter 22: The First World (22)

August is the peak season for vacationing on Paradise Island. A boat was sailing on the sea, with a tour guide onboard introducing the island’s local customs.

The island had a pleasant climate and beautiful scenery, making it a popular vacation destination. It was large and divided into three areas: District C was the residential area for islanders, District B was the activity area for tourists, and District A was the political center of the island.

The people of Paradise Island had special beliefs and were prone to conflicts with tourists. Recently, the Mayor election was underway, and District A was currently under martial law.

Therefore, tourists could only move within District B.

The local guide they found had that typical “Paradise Island relaxation,” speaking so slowly and leisurely that it made people feel drowsy.

Just as the boat was about to enter the harbor, the long-haired man sitting by the window in the back row suddenly snapped his eyes open.

The girl next to him smiled at him, “Did you sleep yourself into a daze, too? Taking an international flight and then a long boat ride—my body feels completely numb. Our luck for this team-building trip is really terrible. I thought the plane was going to crash! Luckily, it’s fine.”

The man lightly tapped his temple as messy fragments flashed through his mind.

His name was Wu Yao, an orphan who worked as an accountant for a company with great benefits after graduating from university. Over the past few days, the company had come out for a team-building trip lasting four days, with the location being Paradise Island.

Company…

He did indeed have a company.

A colleague in the back row poked Wu Yao, “Hey! I heard that Paradise Island has an infectious disease recently. The internet says tourists brought it over. The islanders are very unfriendly to tourists now; we should be careful when we get there.”

“Xiao Yao, why is your face so pale? Seasick? I have medicine here, take a good rest.”

Wu Yao had a good relationship with his colleagues, but he simply didn’t want to eat anything handed to him by them.

His head hurt terribly, as if someone were striking it with a hammer over and over. From time to time, a man’s voice would ring in his ear, barking like a mad dog.

Several colleagues were discussing the infectious disease; it was said that those infected would experience auditory and visual hallucinations.

Wu Yao’s mood was complicated.

Even if he were truly sick, he shouldn’t be hearing a magnetic, mature male voice barking like a dog.

Could it be that the infectious disease could stimulate his hidden ‘kinks’? Did he actually harbor the heart of a Queen who wanted to train a hunk into a dog?

The guide took them to the tourist center. Wu Yao and his colleagues boarded small cars in batches, heading to their respective rooms.

He was staying in a water villa, right on the sea. He could see seaplanes passing in the distance, tourists playing water sports, and Paradise Island residents taking small boats to nearby islands.

This was indeed a good place; it would be even better if he didn’t have a headache.

Wu Yao stared blankly at the sea, “This kind of life is so good. Once I have money, I’ll ‘lie flat’ every day.”

“The salary is going to be gone, handsome! This isn’t called lying flat, it’s called lying dead!”

Wu Yao turned to look around.

Where did that weird noise come from?

“Is your memory bank welded shut! I’ve been knocking on you for so long, and you haven’t remembered anything at all! If you hadn’t specifically emphasized not to pull out strange things, I would have thrown a kidney in your face long ago!”

The mechanical voice was clearly becoming irritable. Wu Yao felt as if his brain had been struck hard by a fist.

The system’s method was crude but effective. Wu Yao, who was flared up by the “blow,” soon remembered who the bastard hitting him was.

Wu Yao lay on the lounge chair, panting, while the system read the memo he had written in advance to help him recover his memory.

“So this is a new round of the cycle? The Mayor arranged for me to be a tourist on a team-building trip.”

The system was sulking after being scolded by Wu Yao, “No rush, you’ll turn into a dog in four days anyway.”

“No, in four days we would die on the boat leaving the island. The tourist identity is fake; our true identity is Paradise Island residents. As long as we subjectively choose to leave Paradise Island, it gives the Mayor the excuse to kill us.”

Wu Yao was right. The Mayor had suffered at his hands, so the new round of the cycle would definitely target him.

First, plant false memories in him, taking him for a few laps around the island to pretend the small boat came from outside, so he would firmly believe he was a tourist who must leave the island within a set time.

Then, arrange for a guide to introduce the island’s situation, satisfying his curiosity so he would proactively stay away from Districts A and C.

Starting the game by claiming tourists brought an infectious disease to the island would incite the residents’ hatred toward tourists.

There were riots in District A, and District C was hostile to tourists. Even if no one stopped him, Wu Yao wouldn’t approach those two areas again.

District B was mostly composed of the Mayor’s people; it was impossible for information to leak.

Four days was neither too long nor too short, just enough for Wu Yao to have fun in District B without having any suspicions about Paradise Island.

If Wu Yao weren’t an employee of the Quick Transmigration Company, and if he didn’t have a system to recover his memory, then he would have already fallen into the Mayor’s trap with no possibility of survival.

Without memories, the Mayor could use this trick to kill Wu Yao repeatedly. Only living for four days each time—no matter how many times the cycle repeated, the ending would never change.

Taking a can of iced cola from the fridge, Wu Yao returned to the lounge chair to scroll through his phone.

The Mayor was quite interesting. Since he hated him to death, why didn’t he turn him into a dog?

Forcing him to rummage through trash cans for leftovers and crawl on the ground wagging his tail for mercy—wouldn’t that be more satisfying than just killing him?

If the Mayor only wanted to silence him, he could have tricked Wu Shiyi to death in the previous round instead of turning it into a dog first and then hunting it for fun.

This felt more like a form of humiliation.

Why did he only humiliate Wu Shiyi and not mess with Wu Yao?

Wu Yao was confident that the silly dog could never be more nauseatingly annoying than he was; the Mayor must find him more irritating.

The more contradictory the behavior, the more flaws there were. Wu Yao took a sip of iced cola, his thoughts becoming clearer.

The sea breeze was so gentle it made one drowsy. Wu Yao looked at the sky, his thoughts involuntarily drifting away.

When the last cycle ended, the apartment building collapsed, and he and Wu Shiyi fell together.

Rebar pierced through their bodies. After the system turned on his pain-blocking, it joked that they looked like a tanghulu skewer.

Wu Yao didn’t feel pain, but he could see Wu Shiyi in front of him convulsing. He remembered the feeling of teardrops hitting his body, so hot they seemed to burn through the skin and seep into the heart.

He cried so sadly; it must have hurt a lot.

The system shared Wu Yao’s perspective. Once he completely lost consciousness, the system couldn’t see the outside situation either and didn’t know what happened after the cycle ended.

Wu Yao clicked on the data and looked, his brow furrowing slightly.

“Mission Target: Black Dog”

“Name: Wu Shiyi (You respect the dog, the dog likes the new name)”

“Health: 5 (Only one breath left)”

“Mental: 80 (???)”

“Total Score: 85 (Health value too low, warning, data unstable)”

“What do the question marks mean?”

“The detection system can’t figure out the target’s current thoughts.”

Wu Yao was thoughtful.

The health value was fluctuating up and down, but the mental value was very stable.

The silly dog had a strong self-healing ability; the health value should rise quickly unless it was being repeatedly injured.

The worst-case scenario had occurred: I’m afraid the Mayor controlled the silly dog at the start of this round and is currently torturing it.

“Why not just kill it?”

“It’s still useful. Remember the ad played by the smart lunch box? ‘The Mayor election is about to begin, twelve candidates for you to choose from.’ Before coming to the island, the guide mentioned that the reason District A is closed is because of the Mayor election.”

“The number 12 hasn’t appeared just once. The person in charge of the dog-fighting arena previously said there were only 12 numbered fighting dogs. Wu Shiyi’s neck was exactly stamped with number 12; none of the other fighting dogs had that.”

The system was taking notes, “The Mayor couldn’t have turned all the candidates into dogs, could he?”

“Highly likely. The candidates are special; others can be killed at will, but those 12 must be killed slowly. In the last round, we arrived too late, and only Wu Shiyi, who was ranked last, was left.”

The system was like a child who couldn’t leave its mother, circling Wu Yao and asking why.

How did he know so many “whys”? He only knew that since he couldn’t find Wu Shiyi, he had to find a way to attract the firepower. Only by shifting the Mayor’s attention could Wu Shiyi have a chance to escape and find him.

The system remarked that he really trusted the silly dog and that they had a great relationship.

Wu Yao didn’t say a word.

The one he trusted wasn’t Wu Shiyi, but the mission detection system.

When he first took over Wu Shiyi, it was called “Black General,” and the note provided by the detection system was “Temporary, can be modified.”

Now it was still called Wu Shiyi, and the note remained “The dog likes the new name.”

Wu Shiyi remembered the name Wu Yao had given it; he remembered he had forgotten a very important thing.

Wu Yao was no longer a naive workplace rookie.

His demand for Wu Shiyi to remember him was only for the next plan and had nothing to do with personal feelings.

The clouds seemed to have turned into the shape of a puppy; Wu Yao couldn’t help but reach his hand out toward the sky.

He wondered how the silly dog was doing now and if it was crying from the pain.

On the first day of arriving on the island, Wu Yao claimed he was seasick with a headache, refusing his colleagues’ invitations and locking himself away.

He paced back and forth in the room, seemingly feeling that nowhere was safe.

On the second day, he went out for snorkeling. After coming ashore, he called the police, claiming he had lost a ring while snorkeling—it wasn’t expensive but had great sentimental value—asking the police to send someone to search for it.

When the police arrived, he then used the concern of encountering infected people as an excuse, demanding the police leave someone to protect him.

The police rejected his unreasonable request. Wu Yao then proposed going to District C to find a young policeman and searched for fighting dogs online, wanting to buy one to ship back to his country.

Wu Yao acted out for two days straight amidst his colleagues’ gossip, and the Mayor, who had been quiet all along, finally had a reaction.

On the morning of the third day, the service staff in District B began stuffing letters into rooms, and banners were hung at the restaurant entrance.

The election was about to begin, and each candidate would tour the island giving speeches to campaign for votes. As distinguished guests, they also had the opportunity to cast a valuable vote.

The letter said that at 5:00 PM, when the weather was coolest, one candidate would give a speech on the Long Beach.

Every participating tourist would receive an exquisite gift and a free semi-submersible experience.

With its mouth stuffed with roasted brain flowers, the system asked indistinctly, “What is the Mayor doing? Is he going to drag you to vote for him?”

Wu Yao shook his head, “I’m not sure and I don’t care. As long as I’m still a resident, he can’t move against me. What I need to do now is buy time for Wu Shiyi to escape.”

No matter how the Gambler beat or scolded it, Wu Shiyi had no intention of leaving. Even when Wu Yao dragged it to the dog-fighting arena, it went with its head hanging low.

The silly dog was loyal, kind, tolerant, and stubborn. What Wu Yao was most worried about now was that it would be obstinate and not know to run even while being beaten.

When the time came, Wu Yao would have to find a way to fish the dog out.

There was still some time before the speech began. Wu Yao applied sunscreen and prepared to go for a stroll, wanting to find the path leading to District A.

Just as he finished dressing, there was a sudden knock on the door, “Wu Yao! Mr. Wu!”

The voice was inexplicably familiar. Wu Yao opened the door holding a beer bottle. Through the crack in the door, he saw a tall, robust man.

Sweat slid down his wheat-colored skin. The man stood at his door, a gentle faint smile on his handsome, statue-like face.

Wu Yao: …?

Wait, what was he seeing?

The one outside the door was Wu Shiyi?!