Being the Wife of a Fluffy Creature [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 25

Chapter 25: The First World (25)

Having worked alongside villains for too long, Wu Yao had developed a severe case of paranoia. Even if the possibility was slim, he worried this was a trap.

Amidst the system’s attempts to mediate the fight, Wu Yao’s resistance grew increasingly fierce. One hand pulled forcefully at the arm around his neck, while the other repeatedly delivered elbow strikes backward.

The injuries he sustained a few days ago hadn’t fully healed; in the struggle, blood began to seep through his clothes, and his movements gradually slowed down.

The man remained motionless. Wu Yao seemed to be pushed to his limit; after a few frantic struggles, he slumped down weakly.

The moment he lost the ability to resist, the man behind him let go, picked him up, and placed him on the sofa bed.

Wu Yao stared blankly at the ceiling, coughing occasionally. The man lifted the hem of his shirt to carefully examine the wounds.

Once he confirmed Wu Yao was not in serious danger, the concern in the man’s eyes was replaced by coldness.

He choked Wu Yao’s neck, his tone icy: “Who are you, and what are you doing here?”

Wu Yao relaxed.

Confirmed. This was his family’s “Holy Mother” dog.

The system was intimidated by the murderous aura radiating from Wu Shiyi, “He looks so fierce.”

“It’s an act. I’ll make it impossible for him to keep it up.”

Wu Yao suddenly coughed violently twice, clutching his chest in pain.

Wu Shiyi’s brow furrowed, “Don’t move around.”

The glasses slid to the tip of his nose, revealing a pair of peach blossom eyes glistening with moisture.

The long-haired man curled his body up, his voice trembling with pain, “Medicine… give me the medicine, please, plea—”

Wu Shiyi licked his lower lip, hesitated for two seconds, and began searching the man’s body.

“Do you have medicine on you? What illness do you have? Don’t panic, take deep breaths. Can you still hear me?”

After turning every pocket inside out, Wu Shiyi still couldn’t find any medicine.

He looked up warily, only to see the man smiling at him with curved eyes, his voice sounding pitiful as he called out, “I’m in so much pain, save me.”

He had been played.

Wu Shiyi took a deep breath, swinging his fist as he prepared to break the man’s nose and then dislocate both of his arms to make him behave.

The long-haired man continued to smile at him, revealing two subtle little canine teeth, “Zuo zuo zuo.”

This was the sound used to tease cats and dogs—it was a total humiliation.

But Wu Shiyi not only didn’t get angry, he felt inexplicably happy, and even the tips of his ears were starting to burn.

No. 3, the person he had rescued, was a straightforward woman with short hair.

During a previous chat, she had asked him why he wore a collar that could be attached to a leash—whether it was purely for decoration or if he was “in the lifestyle.”

She was in that circle too. She said if he hadn’t found a master yet, she could give it a try with him and guaranteed he’d be satisfied.

Wu Shiyi had rejected her invitation with the mature tone of an expert, but in reality, he hadn’t understood a single word she said.

The man had a nasty personality, but he didn’t seem to harbor any malice toward him.

His beautiful eyes blinked slowly. Wu Shiyi got a bit distracted, thinking his long, thick eyelashes were like butterfly wings—very pretty.

The man suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips passing through the iron ring to hook his collar, dragging him onto the sofa bed like a dog.

Wu Shiyi leaned forward, his hands propped on the sofa, his face darkening further, “Enough! Do you really think I won’t kill you!”

“Are you angry? I’m being so excessive, why don’t you hit me? You didn’t have this problem before. Now you only know how to bark and not how to bite?”

One of the man’s hands hooked the collar while the other stroked his short hair.

This was the movement for petting a dog—a blatant, naked provocation and insult.

Wu Shiyi’s body trembled slightly.

It wasn’t out of anger, but excitement. His brain must have been electrocuted into a mess by the Truth Society.

“Enough, stop right there!”

“You don’t like this? Why aren’t you resisting?”

Wu Shiyi pulled out a dagger and pressed it against the man’s neck, “I don’t have the patience to keep playing crazy with you. Speak! What is your purpose for coming here? Whose man are you!”

He was especially fierce now, the aura he radiated was like a thug who had killed hundreds of people.

Just because Wu Shiyi had a good temper didn’t mean he wouldn’t kill, but Wu Yao just couldn’t bring himself to feel nervous.

He looked at Wu Shiyi searchingly, “You really don’t remember me?”

“What?”

“I teased you for so long, and you didn’t recall anything at all?”

Wu Shiyi gritted his teeth, trying his best to restrain the impulse in his heart.

The image of the long-haired man lying on the sofa bed felt inexplicably familiar. There was a voice deep within his soul that had been screaming.

“Quick, squeeze onto the bed and lie down next to him! Quick, arch your head into his hand and let him pet you! Lick his palm, pour out all the grievances you’ve suffered these days to him, and let him give you advice!”

These were things only cats and dogs would do. Why would he have such thoughts?

Wu Shiyi recalled No. 3’s words again. Was he really in that “circle” and looking to find himself… find himself a master?

But when he was around No. 3, he didn’t have the urge to be petted.

The man’s skin was darker than an average person’s, and now his handsome face was so dark it could almost drip ink.

The system felt intimidated as it watched, “D*mn, this loser really forgot you. Stop playing around, little ancestor. If he slits your throat, we’re all dead!”

“Why has your accent been all over the place lately? Be careful or you won’t be able to change it back. If you fail the company’s annual Mandarin exam, they’ll deduct your pay.”

System: …

“I’ve been graduated for so many years and I still have to take exams! None of my classmates have to, it’s just our company leaders who are idiots, every single one of them!”

The Quick Transmigration and Infinite Flow companies were special in nature, different from ordinary companies. Every exam was meant to improve the survival rate of the employees.

If Wu Yao were the leader, he wouldn’t just have annual exams; he’d arrange monthly and weekly exams too.

Wu Yao wasn’t just messing around. Wu Shiyi was kind, but he wasn’t stupid. In a situation like this, letting an enemy go easily was equivalent to suicide.

He had to determine Wu Yao’s level of danger, his affiliation, and whether he would expose his location before deciding whether to kill him to silence him.

If the other party were truly a brainless “Holy Mother,” he would have knocked Wu Yao out and tied him up a long time ago.

From Wu Shiyi’s reaction, one could tell he didn’t remember Wu Yao but only had a faint favorable impression of him, being willing to tolerate his offenses.

This kind of feeling could easily be interpreted by Wu Shiyi as appreciation for his appearance or skills; he wouldn’t think deeper. Even if Wu Yao told him everything, Wu Shiyi wouldn’t necessarily believe it.

Wu Yao wanted to step on Wu Shiyi’s bottom line to awaken his memory step by step.

In the last cycle, he spent most of the time as a big black dog and was accustomed to interacting with him as a pet.

So, he would first make Wu Shiyi remember what it felt like to be a dog.

Ignoring the dagger at his neck, Wu Yao moved to the inner side of the sofa bed and curled his finger at the man, “Zuo zuo, come up, good doggy.”

Wu Shiyi stared at him blankly.

His body reacted before his brain. It wasn’t until both hands were propped on the sofa that he widened his eyes in shock, “I’m not—”

“You’re not what? Not a dog?”

Wu Yao lifted his shirt with one hand, revealing his bandage-wrapped torso.

He hooked the collar and pulled Wu Shiyi toward him, stroking his hair soothingly, “Shiyi, don’t be nervous. I’m helping you. Don’t resist the impulse in your heart. Smell the scent on me carefully; doesn’t it feel familiar?”

Looking at the fair chest right in front of him, Wu Shiyi’s head buzzed.

Did he catch a gay guy?

No, his brain was fried by the Truth Society. The man knew him; everything he was doing was to try and awaken his memory.

He was a friend, not an enemy.

His tensed muscles gradually relaxed. Wu Shiyi leaned forward and carefully sniffed the man’s scent.

The smell of medicine, blood, disinfectant, a bit of residual red wine, and a sweat scent so faint it was almost undetectable.

Nothing special.

Wu Shiyi looked up at Wu Yao, “Sir, what do you want me to recall?”

Wu Yao blinked, “You forgot?”

“A human’s sense of smell isn’t sharp enough. There are many scents I can’t detect.”

The long-haired man looked down at him, the eyes behind the lenses holding a smile, gentle as the warm sun.

“The scent was never the point, Shiyi. Doesn’t this environment and this posture make you remember anything? If you didn’t feel anything at all, why would your face be so red?”

Before the man could finish speaking, various messy fragments flashed before Wu Shiyi’s eyes.

In the images, he and the man lived and ate together, never leaving each other’s side. One night, he knelt before the man, his nose scanning the fair skin inch by inch, finally losing control and licking the other party’s abdomen.

Although the man immediately kicked him off the bed and made him go cut a bunch of cherry tomatoes, in later images, they were hugging tightly during an earthquake.

The images were shattered and messy, like a puzzle missing most of its pieces. Wu Shiyi fumbled to put them together, trying to restore his past memories.

After a long while, he looked up blankly, “You… you are my…”

Wu Yao nodded with a smile, encouraging him to continue.

Friend, Master—any of the answers would do.

A thin blush rose on Wu Shiyi’s cheeks, “Leaning on each other in life and death, following each other through everything. I remember now, you are my wife.”

System: Huh?

Wu Yao was stunned for a moment, then covered his mouth, “Shut up! What kind of nonsense are you talking!”

That answer was too presumptuous. Wu Yao told Wu Shiyi that they were friends.

“Meaning we aren’t married yet?”

The man’s gaze was too sincere; Wu Yao couldn’t find it in himself to get angry at all. “We aren’t lovers, just very good friends.”

“Really? But I vaguely remember that we once slept in the same bed, and you liked to press my head into your embrace.”

“You were a dog before. Everyone likes to pet a dog’s head. As for other physical contact, I often have my arms around my brothers’ shoulders, too.”

Wu Shiyi observed his expression, “My apologies for my impoliteness. I’ve suffered some shocks and my mind is a mess right now.”

Even after turning into a human, the man still had a pair of bright puppy eyes.

After being stared at by him for a while, Wu Yao couldn’t help but say, “But you are different from them. You are the most special; you are the most important among everyone.”

Wu Shiyi’s eyes lit up, he opened his mouth to smile but then couldn’t help himself.

He sat up slightly straighter, “I’m really happy to hear you say that.”

Wu Yao suddenly noticed the man was performing perfectly.

Small emotions like pride or smugness were tucked away tightly, and a mask of gentle humility was constantly on his face.

Wu Yao felt a bit disappointed.

He preferred the straightforward, enthusiastic, silly dog.

From entering the door to recognizing each other, it took a total of 13 minutes. Wu Yao’s original plan was to explain everything clearly within 20 minutes.

With basic trust established, communication between the two parties became much easier. Wu Yao briefly summarized the events of the last cycle and informed Wu Shiyi of his plan.

The man listened very seriously, “Is Officer Qin trustworthy?”

“Not entirely. If she thinks we have no chance of winning this round, she will immediately side with the Mayor to protect herself.”

From Wu Yao’s speaking speed, Wu Shiyi sensed the urgency of time. This “cycle” business was too fresh and too incredible; he suppressed his doubts and didn’t press for more.

“You want to be an undercover agent by Adam’s side? His thinking is very extreme; this is very dangerous.”

Wu Yao froze. His plan had only mentioned the Mayor, “Is Adam really the Mayor?”

“Yes. He has been assassinating and framing other candidates. If this continues, the next Mayor can only be him.”

Wu Yao shook his head, “What I mean is, are you sure all of this was done by Adam?”

This was different from his previous deduction.

Wu Shiyi frowned slightly, “No, it seems more like another person’s methods.”

“Whose?”

“That’s the key. I can more or less remember other things, but I just can’t remember this person’s name.”

“I probably know a little.”

Wu Yao leaned into his ear and slowly breathed out two words, “Noah?”

Wu Shiyi’s eyes suddenly widened, and everything around him seemed to drift away at this moment.

He could see Wu Yao’s lips moving but couldn’t hear his voice. His ears were filled with roars.

“Noah! You betrayed our promise!!!”

“What are you doing? Stop now!”

“You killed him? How could you do that!”

“What on earth happened? Why did you betray humanity!”

“Noah! Noah! Open the door!!!”

Cold sweat slid down his tanned cheeks, the man’s chest heaved violently, and he murmured blankly, “Noah… the person who wants to control Paradise Island is Noah. Adam has probably already been…”

Wu Yao gave a cold sneer; he had caught the fox by the tail.

He knew it—there must be one most important person still hidden on Paradise Island.

The Mayor could turn into other people’s appearances. Adam was the person among the twelve who was closest to him and the most threatening, so at the start of every round, he would first control Adam and take over his identity.

He did this to hide himself—specifically, he didn’t want people to know his name.

During the confrontations in the last cycle, Wu Yao felt the Mayor’s behavior was strange.

District A is the political center; everyone believes the Mayor lives in District A. Wu Yao stayed in District C, peacefully raising a dog, with no intention of leaving.

It was already the late stage of the cycle; before long, Wu Yao would have vanished along with Paradise Island at the end of the cycle, just like everyone else.

Since he was going to die sooner or later and couldn’t possibly have the chance to go to District A, why would the Mayor still target him?

There was only one answer.

As long as Wu Yao grasped the hidden secrets of Paradise Island, regardless of whether he was a human or a dog, or whether he lived in District A or C, he could make the Mayor’s entire plan lose the game.

The name “Noah” was part of the secret.

Hardly any abnormalities could be seen in the surface world, and the inner world was a waste land. Relying solely on the contact time of one apple made it very difficult to find clues hidden deep beneath the ruins.

The reason the Mayor would get rid of Officer Xiao Liu this round was precisely because the smart lunch box he secretly provided to Wu Yao exposed the existence of “Ark Life.”

The apples that allowed people to see the truth, the twelve candidates who gave speeches everywhere and were persecuted one by one, and the “Ark Life” that could be seen everywhere in the inner world.

They had a common connection.

Adam’s apple from Genesis, the twelve apostles in religious terminology, and finally, Noah’s Ark.

At this point, the answer was obvious.

The system stared at him blankly, “No way? Is the infinite loop of Paradise Island arranged by God? Does God want to destroy the world?”

“You’re thinking too highly of the Mayor. It’s not God, and Paradise Island has absolutely nothing to do with ghosts or gods. Everything here is man-made.”

In Wu Yao’s view, these names also hid deeper meanings, more like a code humans left for themselves.

Looking at Wu Shiyi, who was clutching his head and deeply immersed in memory, Wu Yao knew those “codes” had taken effect.

If Wu Shiyi could directly recall the most critical information, they wouldn’t have to risk going to District A.

The Mayor liked to attack proactively; as soon as an opponent showed signs of fatigue, he would chase them down and strike hard.

This aggressive play style indeed made it easy for people to catch a flaw, but it didn’t mean the Mayor was easy to deal with. The possibility of Wu Shiyi remembering everything wasn’t high.

Without overtime pay, Wu Yao had no motivation; only when a knife was held to his wallet would he think of striking back.

Being one’s own boss vs. being a corporate slave for others—the enthusiasm was just different.

Heavy panting interrupted Wu Yao’s thoughts. Wu Shiyi was gritting his teeth, his clothes already soaked with cold sweat.

Wu Yao had just had his memory restored by the system a few days ago, so he knew the man must be suffering terribly from the splitting headache right now.

Just as he was about to speak words of comfort, Wu Shiyi suddenly reached out and hugged him, burying his head deep in his embrace, “My head hurts.”

Wu Yao gave an “en” sound, “I know.”

“Pet my head.”

“I thought you didn’t like…”

Wu Shiyi grabbed his clothes tightly, looking up and staring fixedly at him.

In a trance, Wu Yao seemed to see that dejected big black dog again.

When he snapped back to reality, his hand was already pressed on top of the other’s head. Without him needing to do anything, the man was tilting his head up and rubbing his palm bit by bit.

Wu Yao was stunned for a long while, then suddenly noticed the man was crying. “You can’t handle pain? It’s okay. It doesn’t matter if you can’t remember, don’t force yourself.”

Wu Shiyi’s ears were buzzing with pain, and he couldn’t hear the sounds of the outside world clearly.

He raised his hand and pressed it against Wu Yao’s chest, “I remember before a steel bar went through right here. You bled so much, it must have hurt a lot. It’s great that I can’t feel the wound now.”

Wu Yao felt as if he had been burned and awkwardly dodged his hand.

Among the twelve candidates, Wu Shiyi was the best at treating wounds. Candidate No. 4, who was originally in a coma from serious injuries, had now regained consciousness.

The short-haired woman was feeding him water while viciously cursing Adam.

The old man stared blankly at the wall, “Adam was a student I personally brought up. I don’t understand why he would harm me.”

“He’ll truly do anything for profit.”

“I’m in my fifties and have absolutely no interest in being Mayor. If Adam’s thoughts weren’t so extreme, I wouldn’t have competed with him.”

“You haven’t been listening to me at all.”

A slight sound from afar interrupted their conversation. Wu Shiyi lifted the manhole cover, scrambled a few times, and jumped directly to the ground.

No. 3 walked over, “How’s the situation? Did you find what you were looking for?”

Wu Shiyi lifted his shirt, revealing the bandage around his waist.

“You changed into a new bandage? Why are you showing me this?”

“Someone changed it for me personally.”

No. 3 didn’t understand.

Wu Shiyi leaned down to examine No. 4’s wound, pulled a burger from his bosom, and handed it to the two of them. “Someone gave it to me and said I could share it with you.”

No. 3 hugged her arms warily, “Someone? The food was given by a stranger? You’re too unguarded; I’m not comfortable with this food.”

the man didn’t explain either, just tilted his head and smiled at her.

No. 3 had never seen him make this kind of expression before. A blush instantly covered her face, “I’ll eat! I’ll eat it, okay!”

She finished half the burger in two bites, thinking about ways to make money.

Once Adam was dealt with and her name was cleared, she was definitely going to drag No. 12 along to film movies specifically playing a hero who falls from the sky, and she’d pick up a few toothpaste commercial endorsements along the way.

Wu Shiyi pointed at his face, “Do you prefer me smiling like this?”

No. 3 clapped her hands, “It’s simply explosively handsome!”

“My father always said I have dark skin and that smiling with my teeth showing looks stupid and ugly.”

“He’s talking out of his ass! You look super pure and super inviting like this! It’s much more natural than the way you usually smile. If I had a face like yours, I’d be showing off my big gums every day.”

Wu Shiyi touched the corner of his mouth, “Inviting?”

No. 3 waved her hand, “Don’t worry. Although I play around a lot, I have no interest in you. You’re too serious, it’s very boring.”

Wu Shiyi lowered his head and hooked the collar on his neck.

It didn’t matter. His friend didn’t think he was boring.

Leaving the apartment building, Wu Yao first went to the dog fighting arena. It was empty; the Mayor had moved the location of the dog fighting arena in this round.

The hot pot city hadn’t changed much, but the owner wasn’t doing dog fighting business.

Wu Yao borrowed some money from Officer Qin and had a meal at the hot pot city.

The system was grilling meat skewers, “If you’re hungry, just come and eat at my place. I have plenty of barbecue and grilled meat here; there’s no need to go and borrow money.”

“I’m not hungry. I’m sending a signal to the Mayor, waiting for him to come and pull me into his team.”

Wu Yao ate his sliced mutton, “This is all thanks to you, allowing me to pull out a hundred or so kidneys out of thin air. Noah has never seen a human like me, so he’ll definitely want to figure out the secrets I carry.”

“Then in a bit, we’ll give him a big one. I’ll make a baby skewer.”

Wu Yao discovered that the people who came out of Infinite Flow companies were truly every single one of them a pervert.

He had another purpose for coming to the hot pot city.

Wu Yao suspected that of the two fighting dogs that died in the basement in the last cycle, one was candidate No. 10, Adam.

One of them had used all its strength to whimper ten times at him. Even if it wasn’t Adam, it was definitely related to Adam.

Not long after thinking about it, Wu Yao began to get distracted.

Wu Shiyi’s misty eyes would appear before him from time to time, making him feel annoyed.

They were both “skewered” back then, so why was that silly dog only worried about whether he was in pain?

Wu Yao had pain shielding turned on so he was perfectly fine. Being asked like that by Wu Shiyi always made him feel particularly guilty.

A sudden commotion came from the entrance of the hot pot city. A blonde mixed-race man wearing a white suit got out of a car and walked into the hot pot city with a smile.

Wu Yao smiled politely at the man, “Wearing a suit in the height of summer? Doesn’t he feel hot?”

“Doesn’t that silly dog also wear a black trench coat? His outfit looks even hotter.”

“You’re being talkative.”

“Tch.”