What Should I Do After Picking Up the "Dragon Proud Sky" Protagonist as a Pet? (Transmigration) - Chapter 13

From the moment Lanna appeared, to his horrific transformation, to Murphy now lying unconscious and on the verge of death, everything had happened too fast.

Su Feng stared blankly at the scene. Blood blurred his vision. The ground, eroded by foul power and fierce flames, was charred black; it looked as if flesh and blood had been ground into the mud.

Murphy had collapsed. His bones were shattered, his long black hair was matted with blood, and his face was as pale as paper. Only the faint rise and fall of his chest let anyone know he was still alive. Without a second thought, Su Feng instinctively kicked Lanna’s remaining remains aside and reached for Murphy’s face.

The man’s breathing was incredibly shallow. The Commander walked over to Su Feng’s side. Seeing the young master in such a state, he worried that Su Feng had suffered too great a shock. Although he did not know the exact nature of the relationship between Su Feng and Murphy, the Commander no longer looked at the valet with the same disdain as before.

“Why?” Su Feng muttered instinctively. Why save him? Why stand up for him?

Was it because of the Master-Servant Contract? If a master died, the servant would suffer a heavy blow, but even then, Murphy should have prioritized his own safety. While the Blood Contract remained between them, it only ensured they could not harm one another and kept them closely linked; it did not require Murphy to sacrifice himself for Su Feng.

Su Feng’s brow furrowed. The connection from the Blood Contract told him that Murphy’s body was growing weaker, yet he could only stand by and watch. Su Feng threw every healing potion and spell he had at Murphy with reckless abandon, but the results were negligible. He did not even dare to speak loudly, fearing that the slightest vibration might crush the dying man before him.

He looked instinctively toward the Commander. That pleading gaze softened the Commander’s heart. The man’s red hair was loose and his cobalt-blue eyes were identical to Su Feng’s. Their features were remarkably similar, right down to the slight upward curve at the corners of their eyes.

The Commander took a Holy Healing Potion from his spatial ring and used a secret medicine to temporarily sustain Murphy’s life. However, Murphy’s body continued to decline. Both men cast healing spells simultaneously, but the Holy Power failed to penetrate Murphy’s body. In fact, it seemed to worsen his injuries.

He was rejecting this power.

The Commander frowned. Who on earth was this guy? Even a Saint-tier secret medicine was useless. He seemed to naturally repel the salvation of Holy Power. Realizing this, Su Feng only dared to use healing spells that contained no Holy attributes to stabilize Murphy’s wounds, but it was like trying to put out a forest fire with a cup of water.

The Commander could not bear to see Su Feng’s futile efforts. He withdrew his hand and said, “I am sorry; he is beyond saving.”

“No,” Su Feng said, his forehead covered in fine sweat. “He will not die!”

He was Murphy, the protagonist of the Elemental Lands. How could he die? Murphy had saved him, and Su Feng still needed him. No matter what, he could not watch Murphy die here.

“While he rejects Holy Power, his body is also being eroded by foul energy. Even if he were to wake up now, the person returning would not be him, but Lanna.” The Commander understood Lanna’s abilities well. No matter how strong this valet’s soul was, it would be impossible to stop Lanna from corroding his mental totem. By then, the person Su Feng worked so hard to save might be his enemy. The Commander urged, “Do you really want to keep going?”

“Shut up!” Su Feng snapped. The Commander winced at the rebuke. He could not understand why Su Feng insisted that Murphy would wake up. In Su Feng’s mind, there was only one thought: Murphy is the protagonist, and how can the protagonist die?

How could he die? But what if his arrival changed everything?

Since Su Feng met Murphy, everything in the original story had been altered. Vina, the Soul-Snatching Secret Manual, and Lanna; characters who never appeared in the original work were now standing before him. If Murphy’s fate truly could not be changed, he should not be lying here; he should have already obtained the inheritance and started his path to godhood.

If the Murphy who lost all that because of Su Feng’s interference was no longer the Murphy from the book, would he still survive?

Su Feng suddenly felt as if he were falling into a trance. He had previously resisted and rejected the protagonist, even hating the madman from the original story, but the person before him had done nothing wrong and now he was dying.

Su Feng’s head throbbed painfully and his expression darkened. Just as he was on the verge of an outburst, a thought struck him: “System! How can I save him?”

The System sighed softly, as if it had been waiting a long time for Su Feng to ask: [Required Intimacy Value: 2,000.]

The Commander paced back and forth, his ponytail swaying slightly. Though he was a man long accustomed to life and death, he did not dare say a word for fear that Su Feng would lash out again. He glanced at the two from the corner of his eye, wondering if Su Feng could accept the reality. He regretted not stopping this sooner.

Then, his eyes widened in shock and his swaying ponytail came to a halt.

Murphy lay on the ground, but his soul felt as though it were floating in the air, watching everything from a different perspective. He watched Su Feng’s desperate attempts to save him, watched him roar, watched his eyes flicker, and then watched him lean down over Murphy’s body.

He watched that handsome face approach. Su Feng’s eyes were resolute, as if he were determined to do something final. Moonlight fell upon his face as the young noble pressed against Murphy. Ignoring the blood and grime on the valet’s face, a flash of cobalt blue appeared in his pupils. The man lowered his head and desperately kissed Murphy’s lips.

The moonlight draped over them like a thin silk ribbon. In the darkness, their breaths intertwined; it looked like a sacrificial rite or perhaps an act of reckless madness. The Commander watched this scene in total shock. His fingers trembled and his pupils constricted, but he did not dare say a word or step forward to interfere.

Su Feng’s breath hitched as he used his tongue to part Murphy’s teeth. He had done this many times before, but those actions were only to gain Intimacy Value. This time, Su Feng wanted to save Murphy.

He captured the tip of the man’s tongue, tasting only the metallic tang of blood. Su Feng thought: You cannot die. You are the protagonist. How can the protagonist die in a beginner village before everything has even begun?

“Do not die,” Su Feng said to Murphy. “I need you.”

Murphy’s eyelashes fluttered almost imperceptibly. His pale face was covered in blood, creating a startling contrast of red against white skin. His lips were icy cold. Su Feng was nearly in despair, but at that moment, the System’s voice rang out:

[You have actively chosen a Deduction to save the dying protagonist.]

1. 1. Seek help from Cecilia (1%)

1. 1. Thoroughly kill Lanna, the Apostle of Filth (83%)

1. 1. Seek help from the Butler (53%)

Su Feng’s eyes flew open. “Lanna is not dead yet?!”

[You have made a choice. Lanna, the Apostle of Filth, split his soul. He used one part to erode Murphy’s body in an attempt to possess him. The other part transformed into a foul apostle to erode the body of a magical beast in the Dawn Forest, lurking as a Filthy Beast. You took the Commander to find that beast and extracted the Disaster Crystal from its body. After Murphy merged with the Disaster Crystal, he transitioned into a Messenger of Calamity and successfully survived.]

“Commander, you must find the trail of a Filthy Beast,” Su Feng said suddenly. “Lanna is not dead; he escaped into the Dawn Forest.”

The Commander gave him a deep look. He did not ask how Su Feng knew; he simply nodded and sprinted into the forest like a fiery red stallion. Su Feng remained where he was, using his healing power to keep Murphy’s life hanging by a thread. A moment later, following a piercing scream, the Commander returned holding a demonic wolf by the throat. The wolf’s fur was as black as silk and it writhed in the air, its eyes rolling with cunning. It looked at Su Feng and suddenly snarled, “I did not expect you to have a Blood Contract with this boy. I, Lanna the Apostle of Filth, will actually die at the hands of you.”

Before he could finish, the Commander used his slender fingers to tear open the beast’s chest and dig out the Disaster Crystal from its heart.

“After merging with the Disaster Crystal, he might become a new Apostle of Filth or perhaps a Messenger of Calamity,” the Commander said. “Do you really want to do this?”

Su Feng reached out and took the Disaster Crystal. He hesitated for only a second before placing it on Murphy’s chest. It was as if some being in the void let out a long sigh.

The crystal, black as ink and pulsing with an ominous aura, finally followed Murphy’s wound and burrowed into his flesh like split strands of hair. Under the moonlight, Murphy’s already sinisterly beautiful face was quietly covered by a layer of dark-gold flowing light. His hair moved without wind, weaving back and forth on the ground and giggling secretly as if it had absorbed some form of nourishment.

The dark-gold light completely enveloped Murphy. His injuries began to heal at a terrifying speed. Under the watchful eyes of Su Feng and the Commander, Murphy’s figure vanished, replaced by a large, fat, soft, black moth.

The Commander: “Uh, what??”

Su Feng: It has been a long time since I have seen this.

Dark-gold patterns slowly grew onto the moth’s originally pure black wings. The blossoming patterns possessed a heart-stopping beauty. A hint of dark gold also radiated from deep within his pure purple pupils. As they watched, Murphy’s wings slowly flapped. The streamers behind his wings gradually grew out, scattering a radiance of mingled purple and gold. It was dazzling, yet it exuded a profound sense of disaster and omen that made one feel an instinctive threat.

The moth’s crown floated in the air, shimmering with a dark-gold luster. He flew up slowly, fluttering his wings unsteadily toward Su Feng. After falling into Su Feng’s embrace, as if he had found his nest, he fell back into a deep sleep. The soft creature in his arms was heavy and its fur was smooth like a giant pillow.

Holding the creature, Su Feng finally looked relieved. He pulled the large moth into his arms and said to the Commander, “Let us return to the City Lord’s Mansion first.”

Lanna’s residual soul had entered Murphy’s body, attempting to achieve reincarnation by seizing the vessel. His spiritual form held a fragment of the Record of Disaster. His black hair lay scattered on the ground, every strand seemingly letting out a piercing shriek. Lanna had never suffered such a heavy blow; he had to erode Murphy’s soul landscape as quickly as possible to take over the body.

Every soul has its own structure and form. Once a person becomes powerful enough, a soul landscape is born from their thoughts. Lanna had seen many souls: some turned their landscape into a small room, while others had a small boat, a sharp knife, or a specific image. These were memorable things they had seen or touched deep within their souls that served as anchors.

Lanna felt strange. He saw nothing. The depths of Murphy’s soul were pitch black, like a profound dark mist. There were no people or objects; it was just the purest darkness. This blackness seemed to be darkness itself, a derivation of the abyss. There seemed to be nothing here.

Lanna realized something was wrong. He looked around and finally raised his head. Within the enveloping darkness, Lanna’s eyes widened. The fragment of the Record of Disaster fell from his hand, eroded by the blackness. He saw a magnificent, arrogant palace floating in the air.

Lanna’s hands and feet went cold. He had never seen a mental landscape like this. The man turned to flee, but he only felt his vision go dark. He fell back into the darkness where there was nothing except a floating sketchbook. The sketchbook slowly opened before him, and every page featured the face of the same person.

Lanna had seen that face. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He wanted to say something, but a large hand reached out from behind him and grabbed his throat. Lanna’s pupils dilated as his body began to break apart, swallowed by the surrounding darkness. His eyes reflected the cobalt-blue pupils of the person in the drawings. The figure elegantly gripped the sketchbook and whispered to him: “Is he handsome?”

Lanna’s consciousness completely dissipated. His head was crushed and his soul was entirely devoured, merging into the darkness.

Murphy suddenly frowned. He had a strange dream. His body felt heavy and he felt a warm, flexible sensation in his arms, as if something were pressing against him. Murphy slowly opened his eyes. When he saw the scene before him, he was momentarily stunned.

He saw the young noble lying on his bed. Su Feng was turned slightly, showing half of his handsome face with his hair a bit messy. He was curled up in a quiet, somewhat obedient sleeping position, nestled against Murphy’s side at just the right angle to lean into his arms.

Murphy watched this scene, his brow furrowing slightly. What was going on?

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