What Should I Do After Picking Up the "Dragon Proud Sky" Protagonist as a Pet? (Transmigration) - Chapter 2

Su Feng followed behind Vina, his mind racing through everything that had happened since he arrived in this world.

His luck was good. Having transmigrated as the son of a Marquess, he enjoyed a noble status and high standing within Blackthorn City. However, his luck was also terrible because his “cheap” father was a cold-blooded ruler through and through.

If given the chance, Su Feng would have abandoned everything and scrambled back to his modern home in a heartbeat. This was especially true considering he had found out he scored a 684 on his college entrance exam the very night before he transmigrated.

A 684 was just a number. Su Feng did not care about it, nor did he care that after checking his results, he had mysteriously ended up in this divergent world where martial prowess was supreme and human life was as cheap as grass. He truly did not care at all.

Mounted on his magic horse, Su Feng hurried out of the camp. At this very moment, several pairs of eyes were watching his every move from a distance. Recently, eerie winds had been blowing around the outskirts of Blackthorn City. Commoners who walked through these winds began mysteriously losing their memories. Some forgot their own names, others lost their tongues, and some even lost limbs in the ensuing chaos.

Su Feng suspected that a necromancer or a dark mage was plotting in the shadows, using the people of Blackthorn City as test subjects. Blackthorn was a mid-sized city, and with the City Lord away and only his young eldest son left in charge, it looked like a very soft target ripe for the picking.

As the “soft target” himself, Su Feng only wanted to solve the crisis quickly. If this continued, the terrified commoners would eventually seek help from the Temple. However, the Temple did not grant protection easily, and Su Feng had not yet received the Temple’s baptism or title.

If it came to that, Blackthorn City would fall into chaos. Su Feng personally led his knights and servants to find the source of the disturbance. On their third day of camping outside the city, the System suddenly informed him that the protagonist was about to come online.

One disaster after another crashed down on him. Compared to the previous problem, the sudden appearance of the protagonist felt like the end of the world. This did not just mean this world was a book; it meant this damn bastard of a protagonist would not only go on a killing spree later, but would eventually destroy the entire world.

Reflecting on the past, Su Feng had dropped the novel quite early. Yet, his friend had persistently recommended it for years, trying to lure him back to the “Supreme Lord’s” embrace by buying him piles of protagonist-themed merchandise. The friend had even custom-ordered a “Morpheus’s Softness” special edition giant plushie for Su Feng to sleep with. The day the package arrived, an unsuspecting Su Feng opened it, only to have a giant stuffed toy bounce out and hit him in the face.

It was a massive, incredibly soft, fluffy moth doll.

Su Feng had been silent for a moment. He sent a photo to his friend, who replied only with a string of ellipses.

Su Feng: “The goods arrived, but I have really dropped the book. Why don’t I give it back to you?”

Friend: “No need. If you do not like it, just throw it away. Haha.”

Su Feng sensed something wrong in those laughs and asked what was wrong.

Friend: “Nothing. It is just that The Supreme Lord had a terrible ending. Haha.”

Friend: “Morpheus destroyed the world in the end!”

Friend: “The author did not even bother giving us an explanation. They just wrote, ‘Morpheus felt there was nothing left in this world worth his concern.’ So, he just let the male lead destroy everything!”

Friend: “I will remember this book for the rest of my life. Keep the pillow or toss it; I do not want to see it right now.”

Su Feng had remained silent, offering only a thin line of comfort. Judging by his friend’s resentment, sending blades to the author’s house seemed more appropriate.

Looking back, whether considering the bitterness over the ending or the obsession with Morpheus himself, Su Feng felt his friend should have been the one to transmigrate.

He had kept the plushie in the end because he genuinely liked that sort of thing. But knowing the ending of the book left a faint, complex feeling. To some extent, the protagonist had left a deep impression on him, though it was a deep, negative one.

Now, realizing the world he had lived in for twenty years was a poorly finished novel, and the male lead was that Morpheus who would eventually destroy everything, a sudden impulse surged within him. It was the urge to give the protagonist a sound thrashing and then have a nice chat with the author over tea.

Did you have some personal issues, writing such a dark, twisted novel and then ruining it with that ending?

Su Feng fingered the ring on his hand, his eyes flickering. For now, he treated the ring as a sudden “cheat” item, ruling out a prank by followers of the Nightmare God or a trap by a dark mage. He was inclined to trust the System. After all, it was the only fellow countryman he had encountered in this world.

He slipped the ring onto his finger. For some reason, it fit perfectly on the ring finger of his left hand. Just then, the System’s voice echoed: “System Bound.”

“Why can’t I take it off?” Su Feng asked. “Can you stay somewhere else?”

The System indicated that binding was complete. Su Feng frowned but did not press further. Instead, he asked, “Where is the protagonist now?”

The System pointed out Morpheus’s direction. Su Feng looked and realized, with some relief, that he had just been heading the wrong way.

When you are unlucky, you will wander off even with a map. Su Feng was used to it. With the System as his GPS, he accelerated. As he rode, he worried that Vina might encounter the protagonist first and trigger the original plot.

In the original story, Vina’s mind would be instinctively clouded by Morpheus. She would take him back to Blackthorn City to nurse him. During that time, Morpheus learned about her background while Vina slowly fell in love with him.

She cared for him without asking for anything in return, seemingly satisfied just looking at him. But Morpheus was not one to be satisfied with the scenery of Blackthorn City. After squeezing every drop of utility out of her and making her the new master of the city, he left without a backward glance.

In that entire plotline, there was never any mention of Vina having a brother named Su Feng because she was the Marquess’s only daughter. So, Vina was an only child, and she became the City Lord.

Then what about Su Feng?

It was a question worth exploring. Su Feng realized he was an outsider. He was not even a named side character, but someone who should not exist at all. A thought struck him: Could his constant bad luck be because he does not belong to this world?

Guided by the System, Su Feng finally caught up to his sister. The sound of their magic horses’ hooves synchronized. Vina’s long blonde braids were dazzling in the sun. Su Feng cleared his throat solemnly and blocked her path.

She had been wandering aimlessly, yet it felt as though something was guiding her. She was almost at the protagonist’s doorstep.

That could not happen.

Su Feng looked at Vina. After the System appeared, the original plot had become exceptionally clear in his mind. He could not reconcile the bright, vivid sister before him with the girl who would be used and still follow the protagonist blindly.

“What are you doing in the Dawn Forest?” Su Feng asked. He ordered his servants to take Vina back first.

“Brother,” Vina lowered her head. A few days ago, she might have gone home obediently, but today, she felt an inexplicable reluctance to leave. Su Feng showed no sign of backing down. He patted her head and had the others escort her away.

Left alone, Su Feng searched the area. They were quite far from the camp now. He looked around but still could not find the protagonist. He thought hesitantly, “Did I come too late? Is Morpheus already dead?”

The red dot on the map was right in front of him, almost overlapping his own position, yet he saw no sign of Morpheus. Suddenly, a buzzing sound filled the air. The wind through the grass and the rustling leaves seemed to freeze for a moment. A fine, dense humming vibrated in the air. The next second, a figure tumbled from the high canopy of the trees. It was a large, soft, fluffy mass crashing down right behind Su Feng!

A chill ran down his spine. He spun around, and the moment he saw the figure, his vision blurred with a sense of déjà vu. It was as if the plushie from his bedside had come to life and appeared before him.

A giant fluffy moth, the size of two adult palms, hovered in the air. It stared at him with round, pure purple eyes. The moth was covered in thick, ink-black fur, looking as soft and airy as a puff of black cotton candy.

Yet it appeared remarkably sentient. When those deep purple eyes looked at him, Su Feng felt an indescribable intelligence. This creature was sapient and highly clever. Being watched by it felt like being scrutinized from the depths of one’s soul. It was an unsettling gaze.

It possessed a pair of pitch-black wings that seemed to swallow light, shedding fine, shimmering scales with every vibration. Two comb-like antennae sat upon its head, alongside a pair of spiraling, slender ink-colored horns. It wore a pure black crown. In the center of its forehead, a closed, eye-like symbol emitted a faint glow, giving the impression it could open at any moment.

The great moth was staring intently at Su Feng.

From its thick fur, blood with a hint of pale gold was slowly dripping. This touch of gold against its obsidian body was breathtaking, like a drop of divine blood squeezed from pure darkness. It was heavily injured and, sensing danger, was tracking Su Feng’s every move.

Su Feng looked around; no one else was there. He swallowed hard and whispered to the System in his mind, “The protagonist has appeared!”

“Fate shall guide your path; your choices shall forge your future.” The System’s voice suddenly turned cold and hollow. “You may predict your future.”

1. Kill Morpheus. (Success rate: 1%. Will immediately trigger a world-level retaliation.)
2. Stand your ground and observe. (Success rate: 88%. Morpheus is observing you; he considers you very dangerous.)

Was there even a point to an option with a 1% success rate and immediate death? It was labeled “Kill the protagonist” but read as “Commit suicide.”

Cold sweat broke out on Su Feng’s forehead. He yelled internally, “2! 2!!”

“You have made your choice.” The System seemed to record it before continuing. “After you chose to observe, Morpheus made a decision during your long standoff. He is heavily injured and must be treated immediately. Thus, he has decided to strike first, capturing the human before him and turning him into a controlled puppet.”

Su Feng: ?

Su Feng: “That is not how it went in the book.”

But it was too late. Perhaps sensing a flicker of killing intent in Su Feng’s eyes, or perhaps because Su Feng posed a greater threat than Vina, or maybe this protagonist just had a bias against men, the giant moth made its move in those few seconds. It opened its third eye.

Su Feng covered his eyes without hesitation and lashed out with the long whip at his waist. The whip whistled through the air, but there was no sound of a moth falling. Instead, a hand with long, elegant fingers caught the whip. A faint red mark appeared on the pale skin. As the third eye opened, Su Feng’s world was flooded with purple light. The violet radiance filled every corner of his vision and seemed to pierce his very soul.

Su Feng felt dizzy. This was the trump card of the Fate Tribe, the ability Morpheus used to control others. His body went limp, but he gritted his teeth, refusing to collapse. Heavy footsteps approached. A tall, slender figure emerged from the forest shadows. His black hair reached his ankles, and his body, neck, and hands were stained with a gruesome shade of red.

Blood trailed down his robes and onto the ground. The hand holding the whip reached toward Su Feng.

“Lift your head,” he commanded.

“Get lost!” Su Feng snapped.

He tried to pull back his whip, but his strength was failing. The purple light in his soul grew stronger, swirling in his mind. The looming figure seemed to chuckle softly. Blood-stained fingers reached for Su Feng. Morpheus was much taller, forcing him to tilt Su Feng’s chin up to look at his face.

“Look into my eyes,” Morpheus whispered. Su Feng’s ears burned, and sharp pain throbbed in his head. That casual, commanding tone was like a Siren’s song, making his heart race. Su Feng felt his strength draining away. As his face was lifted, he could sense a hidden weakness beneath the creature’s overwhelming presence.

Morpheus’s hand seemed large enough to crush Su Feng’s neck. He tilted Su Feng’s face up, revealing a pale, handsome countenance filled with defiance. The black-haired, blue-eyed man glared back at him through gritted teeth, stubbornly refusing to yield.

Morpheus lowered his gaze. Su Feng saw a face covered in blood, yet it possessed a terrifying beauty. He felt as if he had seen this face before, in the character art, in the descriptions of the book, or in some forgotten corner of his memory.

This was the male lead of this world. His black hair was wild, his face perfect, and though heavily wounded, he wore a faint, sinister smirk.

“Be good,” Morpheus’s voice was low and raspy. “Be obedient.”

He looked down, the third eye on his forehead fully dilated. The moment their eyes met, the tall, terrifying monster suddenly pulled Su Feng into a tight embrace. He roughly swept aside Su Feng’s clothing, pinning him down so he could only tilt his head, while his other hand pressed firmly against Su Feng’s waist.

In the dim light, the exposed stretch of the human’s neck was pale and supple, glowing with a faint, porcelain-like sheen.

Morpheus stared at the sight. Without hesitation, he bit down hard.

Su Feng jolted violently, his limbs struggling, but he was held fast like prey in the jaws of a beast. Exposed and unable to flee, he could not escape the monster’s grasp, for the creature before him was a nightmare that would make any ordinary person tremble.

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