Being the Wife of a Fluffy Creature [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 6

Chapter 6: The First World (6)

Why did the monsters on Heaven Island suddenly start hunting the fighting dog?

The mission target’s life trajectory was simple: a stray, adopted by a gambler, taken to matches by the gambler, lost a match, and sold to a hotpot restaurant. The big black dog had roamed the world alone; perhaps it had the ability to evade being hunted. After moving in with the gambler, it slept in a fixed, small kennel every day—the monsters had plenty of opportunities to kill it then. Why didn’t anything happen to it back then?

Wu Yao couldn’t even protect the fighting dog from the monsters’ siege, so it was impossible for the gambler to have done so. There was only one explanation: the monsters could only attack the black dog after it was abandoned by the gambler.

Just as “eating an apple” allowed one to make contact with the other world, being “abandoned” or “losing one’s master” became the necessary prerequisite for monsters to attack. Wu Yao was gambling on the idea that the monsters couldn’t attack something that had an owner!

The man leaning against Wu Yao seemed to sense the danger, too. His scarred, muscular body trembled uncontrollably, and his breathing grew heavier. The monsters paused for a few seconds before slowly closing in again. Wu Yao furrowed his brow; had his previous guess been wrong?

The scent of blood in the man’s breath brushed against the top of Wu Yao’s head. As he stood in a standoff with the monsters, he urged the system to churn out more “organs.” There was no time to investigate why Plan A hadn’t been effective; he had to move on to Plan B.

“Another fake kidney? Did the negotiations break down?” The little light-orb kneaded the simulated meat clump vigorously. “Do you want to throw it at the monsters? I can make other things, but I can’t make weapons—I don’t have a firearms license.”

‘Anything works, the more abnormal, the better.’

Wu Yao plunged the cleaver into a monster, twisted it twice, and let the filthy blood spray onto his face. “It seems you truly have no intention of compromising!”

He kicked away the monster’s corpse in front of him and placed the bone-cleaver by the kitchen sink. Reaching into his shirt, he pulled out the prop the system had just generated: a beating heart, appearing as if it had been ripped directly from his own chest.

The surrounding monsters froze in place, as if hitting a pause button. Wu Yao let out a silent sigh of relief; this proved his earlier theory correct. Behind these monsters hid a controller with a thought process similar to a human’s. To prove to them that his fake organs were visible even to ordinary people, Wu Yao quickly slid open the kitchen window and threw the heart outside.

Immediate shouts rang out from the street: “Which bastard is throwing trash from upstairs! Throwing kitchen wast—Holy crap, a heart! Murder! Call the police, it’s murder!!!”

The monsters turned their heads toward the window in unison. Several shadowy figures broke from the ranks, leapt out the window, and went to deal with the commotion outside. Before leaving, one of them even snapped off the window handle.

Wu Yao watched the entire process, sighing silently. The monsters hadn’t left yet, but he knew he had saved the big black dog this time. In the past, Heaven Island must have been very peaceful, with few people making contact with the other world. It was only recently that a large number of contactees had appeared. In a panic, the authorities fabricated a “psychiatric virus” to label all contactees as patients and ship them off to isolation wards. Everything the police and the monster-controller did was to cover up the truth.

Wu Yao left the police station safely; the monsters lurking around only ambushed the fighting dog and never attacked him. They wouldn’t kill townspeople lightly, relying instead on various methods to make the residents forget the terrifying scenes they had witnessed. Why were they only targeting the “fighting dog”? Did its existence threaten the peace of Heaven Island?

There was no time to think about that now. Seeing the monsters still hesitating, Wu Yao decided to have the system pull a truly ruthless move. A few seconds later, Wu Yao pulled a dead infant corpse from his shirt—one the system had just whipped up; Wu Yao had watched the whole process.

Wu Yao gripped the infant’s body, grabbed the head with one hand, and pulled. Pop! The head came off, and a smaller infant corpse slid out from within. The smaller one hit the ground, its neck snapped, and another tiny infant slid out.

The system laughed triumphantly: “I made a horror Matryoshka doll—ten layers deep! The last one is the size of a thumb and super exquisite! How about that for awesome?”

Wu Yao: …

Watching the wriggling infant corpses on the floor, the monsters fell silent. Heaven Island had never seen someone as twisted as Wu Yao; the controller was weighing the pros and cons. A figure slid off the charred wall and crawled into Wu Yao’s collar, sliding over his skin like countless tiny grains of sand.

Wu Yao told himself to stay calm; the controller was just trying to see where he was pulling these organs from. But knowing a monster was crawling on him, his fingers couldn’t stop trembling. Time grew incredibly long. Wu Yao adjusted his breathing, waiting for the inspection to end. Just then, the man in the trench coat leaning on him let out a soft groan. His eyes opened slightly, his expression blank; he didn’t seem fully conscious.

Neither Wu Yao nor the controller wanted the man to wake up right now. They had reached a tacit agreement: one would keep the fighting dog nearby, and the other would switch from hunting it down to secret surveillance. Just as Wu Yao reached out to knock the man unconscious, the man moved.

His cold hand reached into Wu Yao’s collar, groping his chest until he found the spot, ripping the monster off and slamming it onto the floor. Having resolved the crisis, the man closed his eyes and went limp, collapsing back against Wu Yao.

Wu Yao clutched his chest and winced; how did this “dog” have such a strong grip?

Suppressing his racing thoughts, Wu Yao looked at the monster in front of him: “Since the inspection is over, please leave. From now on, I know nothing of the other side of Heaven Island. I let a big dog run loose from the hotpot restaurant and made a mistake, taking their pig-kidney ingredients for human organs and causing a scene with the police.”

“It was all a misunderstanding. With the police mediating, the boss decided not to hold me responsible. I paid him two thousand at market price for the dog. This matter is over; there will be no follow-up.”

The monsters remained silent for a long time before slowly retreating from the kitchen. Two minutes later, not a single monster could be seen in the room.

“Congratulations to the host for completing the side quest—Life is at Stake.”

As the mission panel popped up, Wu Yao collapsed onto his knees like a deflated toy. Scared to death—I thought this gig was going to be for nothing…

The “dog man” was heavily injured, but his healing speed was astonishing. While treating his wounds, Wu Yao watched as several knife gashes rapidly knit together, leaving behind only shallow scars.

It wasn’t normal. He didn’t know if this special constitution was unique to the “fighting dog” or if everyone on Heaven Island was like this. The black dog’s health value began to rise, finally stopping at 10.

“Mission Target: Black Dog”

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

“Health: 10 (Stable, keep it up)”

“Spirit: 5 (Living is okay, dying is also fine)”

“Total Score: 15 (Keep it up, wage slave)”

The black dog was still using the name the gambler had given it, he hadn’t had time to pick a new one. Staring at the panel, Wu Yao was thoughtful. A name… Could it be that the monster would only recognize his relationship with the black dog if it had a name?

By the time Wu Yao was free, over an hour had passed. The effect of the apple was fading; he could no longer see the blood-red sky. Wu Yao pulled open his collar; his chest was indeed a patch of angry red.

The man had woken up halfway through but was dazed; worried that Wu Yao was being attacked, he had used all his gathered strength to protect him. In his mind, the system’s lascivious laughter echoed: “Hehehe! Your skin is so easy to bruise.”

Wu Yao thought to himself: ‘Maybe it’s just too fair; it turns red with the slightest pressure. When I was a lackey for the villain, I didn’t even have the freedom to sunbathe. Now that I’m a “pooper-scooper,” a dog shouldn’t stop me from sunbathing.’

“Huh? Not even sunbathing?”

‘Most villains are paranoid. As their personal henchman, I wasn’t allowed to leave their sight without orders; we ate and slept together, so I never had the chance.’

“Sleep???”

‘The villain slept on the bed, and I slept on the rafters. The villain rolled around on the sheets in the open, and I was the human wall beside them, feeding the mosquitoes. This new job is great, the puppy will definitely let me sleep in the bed.’

“I thought that since you’re so pretty, you’d have some…”

‘Some what? Privileges? Perks?’

Wu Yao recalled carefully. ‘There were perks—the other henchmen were pretty good to me and protective. I remember once, when the villain was going to kill me, a big idiot henchman begged for mercy on my behalf.’

“And then? Did you two end up together?”

‘We did. We were beheaded together.’

Wu Yao lifted the dog-man onto the bed and began groping him while asking why the system always steered the conversation toward romance. The little light-orb replied righteously that it was a “love-brain” that had run from the Infinite Flow company to the Quick Transmigration company from scratch just to watch the host and the mission target bicker.

‘You should go to the Romance Department; their mission is to hook up, what are you doing here?’

“Tricked into coming, just like you. Actually, human-beast is fine too; you should try a little harder to seduce him.”

After the system finished being crude, it waited and waited for the host to tell it to get lost, but when Wu Yao didn’t, it felt a little disappointed.

Wu Yao pulled back the dog-man’s trench coat and gently stroked his neck. There was a black number ’12’ on the right side of his neck. It didn’t look like a tattoo, nor did it look painted or like a sticker. Wu Yao leaned in to study it, but before he could make sense of it, he felt the man’s body stiffen and his breathing grow ragged.

This was the reaction people had when nervous. Was the controller breaking the agreement? Were the monsters back?

Wu Yao looked up, alert. The man had woken up at some point and was feigning sleep with his eyes closed, his wheat-colored cheeks flushed with an unmistakable faint red. Wu Yao reached out to feel his forehead.

Good, no fever. His face looked so rosy; it seemed the fighting dog’s self-healing really was excellent.

As his soft fingers brushed over his brow, the man’s eyelashes fluttered, and the tips of his ears turned red.