Being the Wife of a Fluffy Creature [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The First World (3)

Wu Yao only had a rolling pin on him. He wanted to rescue the two dogs that hadn’t quite died yet, but he couldn’t break the iron wires binding them in such a short time.

“I won’t leave you behind. Hang in there; I’m going out to call the police!”

Dropping those hurried words, Wu Yao turned and ran toward the iron bed.

The hole beneath the bed grew larger and larger. From time to time, shrill, harrowing screams erupted from within the pit, mixed with the sounds of police sirens and cries for help—a chaotic, cacophonous mess. Wu Yao couldn’t help but bend down to peek into the bed’s underside.

The hole was pitch-black and bottomless, and a group of humanoid monsters that looked as if they had been doused in sulfuric acid were desperately clawing their way to the surface. Their forms were remarkably human, dressed in tattered clothing; at a glance, some of the clothes even looked like police uniforms.

This was the first time Wu Yao had seen such monsters. Just as he was about to ask the system, he heard the light-orb whispering to itself, “What is this thing? Yao’er, do you know?”

‘No. How are those fake kidneys coming along?’

“Dozens of them. I’m churning them out super fast. Why do you need that junk anyway? It’s too late to sell them now.”

‘Self-defense.’

As they spoke, the monster closest to the pit opening suddenly opened its mouth, and dense clusters of iron wires surged out like tentacles, stabbing toward the iron-wire bed. Wu Yao grabbed one of the fake kidneys the system had crafted and chucked it into the monster’s mouth. The creature choked, frozen in surprise, and the iron wires paused in mid-air.

He seized the chance to hoist the fighting dog off the iron bed and sprinted toward the basement stairs.

Finger-thick hemp ropes bound the fighting dog’s limbs. Wu Yao didn’t have a knife and had no time to untie them; he’d have to deal with it later. The target remained motionless. Wu Yao tilted his head to nuzzle it, and the big dog’s body shivered.

He patted the dog, lingering fear in his touch. “You scared the hell out of me. I thought you… thank goodness you’re okay. If anything had happened to you, what would I have done?”

How would I have paid off my credit card?

After a few seconds, the fighting dog, through the layers of clothing, licked Wu Yao’s back in a soothing gesture.

The mission gave a two-minute time limit for a reason. As time ticked by, the speed of the humanoid monsters increased. They climbed out of the pit, ignoring the corpses hanging in the room, their eyes fixed solely on the fighting dog Wu Yao was carrying.

Afraid of being caught, Wu Yao threw things behind him as he ran. He finished throwing the rolling pin and started throwing the fake kidneys; they flew through the air in a chaotic mess. Some struck the monsters, while others hit the ground with strange, wet splat sounds. The fighting dog’s head faced backward, its eyes wide open, staring blankly at the scene. It was likely so badly injured that it was hallucinating.

While running, a strand of iron wire shot out from the pile of corpses. Wu Yao didn’t have time to dodge; he instinctively turned his body to shield the fighting dog, raising his arm to block the wire.

The instant before it pierced his arm, the barb-covered wire suddenly changed direction, stabbing toward the black dog again. Wu Yao furrowed his brow, freed a hand, and shifted his stance to tuck the black dog’s body securely into his embrace. The wire danced frantically beside him, circling him in search of an opening.

The path wasn’t long. Between the wire’s hesitation and Wu Yao’s supply of kidneys, he managed to reach the basement’s iron door and flung it open—unharmed.

The moment he stepped out of the room, a screen popped up: “Congratulations to the host, side quest completed.”

The kitchen was empty, though the boss’s voice could be heard faintly from outside.

“The client coming tonight is a tycoon. He saw the fighting dog’s profile and loved it—he wants nothing else. He also ordered a ‘pre-dinner performance.’ Xiao Li, Auntie Wang, go wash the fighting dog thoroughly and put on the new clothes: the black trench coat.”

“Xiao Sun, you’re the youngest and have the fairest skin. This is the script the client sent. Just act out this role: pretend to be attacked, then be saved by the fighting dog. The happier the client is, the more tips he gives. Got it?”

Wu Yao set the dog on the ground to eavesdrop on their meeting. The fighting dog lay weakly at his feet; it looked intimate, but it maintained a certain distance.

The system’s tone was solemn, “This guy and this dog—neither are simple.”

Wu Yao didn’t speak. From the riddles between the gambler and the hotpot boss, it was clear they both knew the “fighting dog” could turn into a human. The client arriving tonight demanded the staff dress the dog in a suit, obviously well-aware of the situation. This was a man-eating den; not a single person here was good.

Wu Yao looked down and locked eyes with the black dog. The dim dog eyes peered at him, displaying an incredibly human-like depth of emotion. This left Wu Yao conflicted: was his mission target a dog or a human? If it was a human, that would be fine, but taking care of a human wasn’t the same price as taking care of a dog—he would have to charge extra.

Wu Yao shared his thoughts with the system, ending with a sincere note: ‘If the mission requires it, even if the target turns into a human and does advanced calculus in front of me, I can pretend to be an idiot and treat him like a dog.’

The system was silent for a moment, “How come I feel like you’re actually in a pretty good mood?”

‘I am. The target is very cooperative, the pay is higher than before, and the workload is much lower. Even with monsters and serial killers, it’s still easier than serving that psychopathic villain.’

Wu Yao couldn’t help but laugh. ‘It’s great. I should have taken out that black-hearted system sooner. If I hadn’t wanted the extra compensation, I would have…’

“?”

Wu Yao changed the subject: ‘Let me see if those monsters are tired yet. There are still two victims in the basement; they’re quite pitiful. I’ll help if I can.’

He tried opening the door that was thumping from the inside, peeking through the crack. The basement was packed with monsters. A few were gathered around the two survivors, but they didn’t attack; they simply stood there, quiet as reapers waiting to harvest a life.

He couldn’t get a person into the basement, so Wu Yao decided to slip out of the back door with the fighting dog and hailed a cab to a nearby pet hospital.

Externally, the fighting dog had no wounds and looked perfectly healthy. Yet, the backend data and the scene he witnessed in the basement made Wu Yao keenly aware that it was dying. Neither the passersby nor the taxi driver gave him strange looks. Like most people, they couldn’t see the man in the blood-stained trench coat covered in scars; they only saw a big black dog acting lazy and refusing to walk on its own.

The staff at the pet hospital couldn’t see anything unusual either. Per Wu Yao’s request, they gave the black dog a full check-up, and the results showed the dog was healthy and normal.

Back at his rented apartment from the pet hospital, Wu Yao knelt on the floor, stroking the dog with worry as he checked the backend data again.

“Mission Target: Black Dog”

“Name: General Black (Provisional, can be modified)”

“Health: 1 (Barely breathing)”

“Spirit: 3 (No real will to survive, but not actively wishing for death either)”

“Total Score: 4 (Keep it up, wage slave)”

Wu Yao knew how to treat wounds, but he couldn’t see the wounds or assess their severity. Hearing a sigh, the fighting dog turned its head to lick Wu Yao’s finger.

Don’t worry.

The black dog whimpered twice. Wu Yao didn’t understand, assuming it was in pain. “Bear with it a little longer. I’ll find a way to save you; I won’t let anything happen to you.”

This mission didn’t display the target’s “favorability” rating. Wu Yao didn’t know if the black dog liked him, or if it would turn into a human in the middle of the night and stab him a few times.

The system heard his words and asked with curiosity: “You’re its savior, why would it harm you?”

‘When I was a henchman for a crime boss, I saved his life one second, and the next, he blew my head off.’

“Why?”

‘He suspected I was an undercover agent. Even though I was, I hadn’t been exposed yet. He just guessed blindly.’

The system was eerily silent for two seconds, its bean-eyes scanning him up and down. “Usually, if a handsome little undercover agent is exposed, shouldn’t the boss “do” you? How did he end up just shooting you?”

‘?’

“That’s how it’s written in books; I’ve read a lot of them. Things like ‘The Fall of the Undercover’ or ‘After the Undercover Is Exposed, He Was ca…'”

Wu Yao shuddered, reflexively locking the system in a punishment storage. ‘I’m a straight man, and my targets are all straight men. Don’t look at that messy stuff anymore.’

After moving the fighting dog to the bed, Wu Yao sat by the window, checking the local forums and observing the street outside.

The system was released. “What are you busy with? Do you want my help? I can look things up faster than you.”

‘Look up Heaven Island’s reputation in other regions and the locals’ assessment of the local public safety.’

Within seconds, the system replied, “It’s all glowing reviews. Everyone says it’s a heavenly, beautiful little island.”

“Heavenly and beautiful…”

Wu Yao muttered, lost in thought. The black dog lying on the bed snorted with thick sarcasm. At least on the surface, the island was peaceful—that was enough.

Wu Yao took out his phone and dialed the police.

The system was still relaying information. “Ah, they hid it quite well. There is one piece of negative news, though it doesn’t have much to do with Heaven Island directly. Recently, a new type of psychiatric virus has broken out worldwide, and Heaven Island has seen some infected individuals.”

Wu Yao didn’t respond; the call had connected.

He pinched his throat, adding a tremor of panicked sobbing to his voice. “I want to report something. Dragon and Tiger Hotpot Restaurant is a crime den; the basement is hiding a lot of…”

“Woof—”

A low growl sounded. Wu Yao turned around; the fighting dog had climbed up at some point and was arching its back, glaring fiercely at him. It was truly a fierce dog that had won nearly a hundred matches; even with a shaky body, it still made Wu Yao’s scalp tingle. It was the primal fear of a human facing a wild beast.

The dispatcher’s voice came over the phone. “Hiding what? Sir, please don’t be nervous.”

Wu Yao waved his hand at the black dog, signaling it to calm down. “It’s like this: I really love dogs, and I don’t want them turned into hotpot. So, I snuck into the hotpot restaurant’s basement to let those poor dogs out. And then…”

“Then I found a lot of internal organs in the basement, kidneys all over the floor! I’m reporting it—they’re psycho-murderers!”

Dispatcher: ?