Being the Wife of a Fluffy Creature [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 27

Chapter 27: The First World (27)

The “actors” on stage didn’t even think about running; in just the time it took to say a few words, they were mostly dead.

Wu Yao looked at this scene with disgust.

He had served many perverted villains, but this was the first time he’d seen one this insane.

“Are they townsfolk too?”

“You mean those props? Of course. Don’t those two look familiar? In the last cycle, you were neighbors.”

Wu Yao looked in the direction Adam pointed. Two blood-mangled corpses lay at the edge of the stage. They were covered in blood, with eerie smiles on their faces.

When the apocalypse arrived at the end of the cycle, this couple had run through the building trying to wake the neighbors who were still dreaming; they had also knocked on Wu Yao’s door.

Wu Yao’s expression darkened. “What do you mean by this?”

“Rest assured, I’m not targeting you. These two appeared here because they were too kind and too strong.”

Kind? Strong?

Wu Yao sneered, “You’re truly disgusting.”

Adam turned to look at him. “I don’t care about your opinion. One day, humanity will thank me for the sacrifices I made for them.”

This was the first time he had spoken so clearly.

Wu Yao narrowed his eyes. “Why stop hiding it? What exactly are you?”

Adam remained silent for a long while, his expression odd. “Before, I couldn’t explain it either. Now I know. I am God.”

The system’s eyes widened, “Holy shit?”

Wu Yao rubbed his brow.

“Listen to his bullsh!t—calling himself God? He’s nothing but a robot. He and you are probably the same kind of thing, but you are much more intelligent than him.”

“You’re comparing me to him? What did I ever do to you!”

Ignoring the screaming system, Wu Yao looked back at the stage. “I am a guest invited by you. Since when is there a rule that guests have to perform on stage?”

Adam pressed against his back and gave him a shove forward. “I said, I need you to cooperate with me for some harmless little experiments.”

In such a hurry to use him?

Wu Yao thought Adam would at least pretend to be a good person for a while longer.

Many villains he had encountered were good at psychological manipulation—either arranging a tragic backstory for themselves or brainwashing their underlings with grand ideals.

You have to draw a big “cake” to fill people’s bellies before they’ll sell their lives for you.

In terms of winning people’s hearts, Artificial Intelligence still couldn’t compare to humans.

Noah was too green.

Wu Yao pulled out a hairclip to tie up his long hair. “I can cooperate with the experiment. What reward can you give me?”

“No. 12’s life?”

“His life isn’t worth that much.”

Adam looked at Wu Yao scrutinizingly.

In those dark eyes, there was not only hatred for Wu Shiyi but also deeply hidden greed; no matter how unique Wu Yao was, he had the common failings of humanity.

Adam mused, “I can make you the Town Mayor’s Secretary. Your status on Paradise Island would be second only to mine.”

“And then have all the dirty and exhausting work handed to me, and if something goes wrong one day, push me out to take the fall? I want a dignified identity, even if it’s temporary.”

Adam frowned slightly. “You want to be the Town Mayor?”

Wu Yao curled his lips.

It worked.

His previous guess was correct; Noah could modify the identities and backgrounds of the townspeople.

It could make people who originally lived on the island believe they were tourists, and gather the scumbags and dregs who should have been scattered all over Paradise Island into the abandoned park to treat it as their home.

But it had no way to modify the information of the “Twelve Candidates.” No matter how many times the cycle repeated, Wu Shiyi and the others would run for Mayor, and the townspeople would always choose one of the twelve.

He knew the candidate list couldn’t be changed, so he skipped that option directly.

First, he proposed making Wu Yao the Secretary, then he proposed making him the Mayor.

The only way Noah could become the Mayor was to assume a false name and take out the other candidates.

The only thing Wu Yao couldn’t figure out was why Noah killed Adam first every single time, giving No. 10 no chance of survival at all.

Not only was Adam’s misery prominent, but his name was also very special among the twelve people—it was more like a code name.

Noah killed No. 1 and No. 2, but didn’t touch No. 3, No. 4, or No. 12, merely letting the True Knowledge Society lock them up for brainwashing.

Since he could only kill the twelve candidates one by one in order, then Adam, who was tenth, must still be alive.

As long as he and Wu Shiyi could find the real Adam in this round, the Mayor wouldn’t have much of a chance left.

“Have you decided? What do you want?”

The Mayor’s voice interrupted Wu Yao’s train of thought; the transaction was still ongoing.

“What can you give me?”

The Mayor was about to answer when a sudden wave of boos erupted from the audience. The performance on stage was repeating, and they wanted to see something more stimulating.

“No need to be impatient. There are many things I can give; it depends on what price you are actually worth.”

The Mayor made a gesture of invitation, and Wu Yao didn’t press further, stepping down the stairs.

The information obtained this round was already enough to satisfy him; any more probing and the Mayor would get suspicious.

Seeing the long-haired man walk onto the stage, Wu Shiyi’s eyes suddenly bulged. Seeing this, the fat man next to him directly pressed his whole body weight onto him.

“My ancestor, I’m begging you! Your disguise might fool others, but it won’t necessarily fool Adam! He’s standing right over there—if you catch his attention, we’re both finished!”

Wu Shiyi naturally knew Noah was there; Wu Yao had been brought here by him.

After finishing their business in the afternoon, he and his friend had wandered around the park for three or four hours.

The park was far more chaotic than the “gray area” No. 3 wanted to visit. Violence, rape, drugs, gambling—horrific things that would be unheard of outside were happening here at any time.

Even without encountering danger, just staying in the park made it difficult to breathe.

This was a swamp; he was afraid Wu Yao would be stained black, and afraid he would be hurt.

Wu Shiyi closed his eyes and sat back in the chair.

Wu Yao was very smart; performing on stage might be part of his plan. He couldn’t mess things up for him.

As the performance began, ten people wearing white robes walked onto the stage, sitting cross-legged on the floor, singing and clapping.

Nearby, a staff member laid out an axe, a machete, and a chainsaw, letting Wu Yao choose freely.

Wu Yao waved his hand and pulled a length of intestine from his trouser pocket.

He knew what the Mayor wanted to see.

The audience went silent for a moment, followed by an explosion of deafening cheers.

“A magician has come today!”

“I like your magic props! Kill them!”

“You little pretty boy down there, hurry up and strangle that man with the intestines!!!”

A staff member stood to the side recording, raising a hand to signal the start of the performance.

Following the previous procedure, the host stepped forward to introduce the identities of the “props.”

“This curly-haired woman is a pregnant mother; she carries a small life in her womb. The man beside her is an outstanding neurosurgeon and also her husband. The next male is…”

Wu Yao selectively blocked out his voice.

Noah could modify the background stories of the townspeople. The more beautiful these people’s lives were, the happier the audience was to watch.

They were the props Noah had chosen, destined to be tortured to death and then resurrected after the next cycle began.

There was only one way to truly save them: kill Noah and liberate Paradise Island.

After introducing the ten people, the host suddenly spoke again, “We just received a new prop. Staff, please bring him up.”

The system shrieked, “Holy sh!t! The little cop!”

Looking at the little Officer Liu being forcibly dragged onto the stage, Wu Yao sighed softly, not feeling surprised at all.

He raised his eyes and scanned the audience. Adam was sitting on the high platform, smiling at him. The nearby audience members were all screaming…

Wait, Wu Shiyi?!

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Wu Yao shifted his gaze unnoticeably.

Why was the silly dog here too? Was he here to watch the performance voluntarily, or was he tricked?

Wu Yao had to kill these props next; how would Wu Shiyi view him after witnessing all this? Once the trust between them was gone, what chance would they have to beat Noah?

The system shared his vision and clapped happily, “Hey! Your dog-thing is here too. Our luck is really good. In a while, you two find a chance to meet up and ask how things are on his side.”

“It’s over. Sure enough, when a person is poor, their luck can’t be good either.”

“Huh?”

As the performance began, the audience became increasingly excited. They threw coins toward the stage, shouting, “Kill him! Kill him!”

The bloodstains left from the previous performances hadn’t been cleaned yet. Wu Yao stepped across the slippery, sticky floor to the props, raising his hand to wrap around a victim’s neck.

Little Officer Liu was the only one on the field who still resisted and struggled; he was tied up tightly, his eyes so red they almost dripped blood.

The thick smell of smoke and blood made Wu Yao unable to breathe. The policeman’s roars and the piercing laughter constantly stimulated his nerves.

Reason told him that this was a cycle and they would be resurrected. Even that no one would truly be hurt, because Paradise Island didn’t exist at all!

Just treat this as a game; he was merely killing a few NPCs.

But Wu Yao’s brain became more and more chaotic. The lights illuminating the blood water made him dizzy.

In a daze, he seemed to have returned to that dim basement.

That was the first mission world arranged for him by the Black-Hearted System: being an underling for a mob boss.

At that time, he was like all newly graduated students—naive, weak, easily fooled, knowing nothing and capable of nothing.

He believed the boss’s words, thinking that although their ideals didn’t fit with ordinary people, they weren’t bad people. Until one night, the boss threw several half-dead people in front of him and told him to kill them.

Wu Yao called the system to request abandoning the mission, but received no response.

Those people shoved a knife into his hand, grabbing his arm like a puppet and stabbing down again and again.

Blood splashed on his face, and Wu Yao felt his consciousness gradually leave his body.

It felt as if the one being killed was actually himself.

When he snapped out of it, the boss was patting his back, laughing and comforting him, “Xiao Yao, this kind of thing becomes natural after the first time. Everyone feels a psychological burden the first time they kill someone; don’t put too much pressure on yourself. We value morality most; we only kill those who deserve to die. You could say you’re ridding society of a pest.”

Pest?

A group of ordinary people who were swindled out of everything and finally lost their lives—what did they do wrong?

Wu Yao stared fixedly at the boss.

That’s right, ridding of a pest.

He knew what his true mission was now. He was going to get rid of the pest in front of him.

“Xiao Yao? Xiao Yao! Hey! Handsome, wake up!”

The noisy voice woke Wu Yao from his memories. He stood in place dazedly, looking around.

Ten victims were already dead; only little Officer Liu was still alive.

the little policeman’s gaze was strange. “Are you being forced?”

Wu Yao walked over expressionlessly. “No. You people are really annoying. You’re about to die, why do you care so much?”

Little Officer Liu said nothing and stopped resisting.

He lowered his head and smiled sadly. “What a pity. I only just found out Paradise Island was hiding a place like this. If I’d known sooner, I could have saved a few more people.”

Wu Yao was silent for a moment, reaching out to cover his bright eyes.

Compared to the previous performances, the people in this round died very quickly. Clean corpses lay on the stage; there was no pain before death, and their expressions were peaceful afterward.

Wu Yao, who could make human organs appear out of thin air, provided the audience with an extraordinary visual experience. They were very satisfied.

Wu Yao needed to wash his hands and change clothes. Adam had greeted him and gone to the staff lounge backstage first.

There was no restroom inside the circus. After changing his clothes, Wu Yao went to a nearby public toilet. He had just turned on the faucet when the toilet door opened again.

A man wearing a baseball cap walked in, crossing his arms and looking at Wu Yao.

Wu Yao saw a familiar face in the mirror in front of him: it was Wu Shiyi.

His movements paused. “Why are you looking at me like that, Shiyi? Did you come here specifically to scold me?”