What Should I Do After Picking Up the "Dragon Proud Sky" Protagonist as a Pet? (Transmigration) - Chapter 6

Soft, azure-blue blankets draped from the side of the bed, and a silky quilt covered the two figures intertwined beneath it. The much larger man held the other tightly, their hair intermingling. Strands of various shades of black overlapped until the two seemed almost inseparable.

Despite the seemingly warm scene, a quiet sense of danger lurked beneath the surface. Murphy’s hand remained resting against Su Feng’s neck, preventing Su Feng from sleeping soundly. His limbs were pinned down, and the feeling of confinement made Su Feng feel, even in his dreams, as if he were being hemmed in on all sides. It was as if something heavy were constantly pressing against him. He hated it.

When the first light of dawn hit the window, Su Feng opened his eyes. Had he still been in the modern era, even a model student like him would have slept in, earning a scolding for being a lazy ghost while his family pulled back the curtains to wake him. But that life felt as distant as another world. Su Feng had grown accustomed to rising early because he had too much to do and too many books to read.

He had only reached the third volume of the Great Encyclopedia of Swordsmanship. Due to his Magic-Resistant Constitution, Su Feng could only practice swordsmanship and martial arts, spending his days in the training room dueling mechanical puppets. Yet even so, he remained stubbornly stuck at the rank of Senior Swordsman, unable to progress further. On the surface, Su Feng appeared calm, but in reality, he was anxious to the core. He pored over ancient texts night and day, only to receive a single answer from the mountain of books: the Magic-Resistant Constitution was incurable.

In a world where martial prowess was everything, that was an absolute nightmare.

A faint trace of anxiety lingered in Su Feng’s heart, but then he remembered that it was alright since he had found a way to solve the problem. Wait. What exactly was pressing down on him right now? Why was it so heavy?

Last night, he was clearly holding a fat moth when he went to sleep. Although that moth was stout and felt like a solid marshmallow—heavy in his arms—it should not have caused his limbs to ache like this. Or did the protagonist possess some special constitution?

Wait. The protagonist!

Su Feng snapped his eyes open, only then noticing a cold sensation against his neck. It felt like a piece of ice resting on his skin, sticking to his flesh. The massive presence behind him exuded a faint chill, cold as frost under the moonlight. Su Feng gradually regained his senses and slowly turned his head, only to collide with a pair of pure purple eyes and a face that was flawlessly beautiful.

Murphy’s black hair fell around him. His skin was pale, and his eyes always held a faint, gentle warmth. The curve of his lips turned upward slightly, making him look as if he were smiling even when expressionless. It was a face attractive enough to make people instinctively trust and feel close to him. To look into those eyes was to feel as if he were speaking directly to you.

Murphy’s palette consisted only of black, white, and purple. The black was too deep, the white too stark, and the purple too otherworldly. His large, formidable frame projected an indescribable sense of being non-human.

He lay there, having woken up at some unknown time, watching Su Feng.

Su Feng’s heart leaped into his throat, and his breath hitched for a moment.

Come back, Big Moth. I will never complain about you being fat again.

Su Feng’s breathing faltered for a second before he calmed down. He stared at Murphy, suddenly remembering something important.

Murphy narrowed his eyes, a flicker of eerie light crossing his purple pupils. He gazed at the person before him. After a night of sleep, his chaotic thoughts had finally settled, but this had resulted in a loss of certain memories. It was as if something heavy were obstructing his thinking. He could only vaguely recall taking the form of a moth and wanting to get close to this person, only to be scolded. Then, he had flown away dejectedly and cried because of this man’s downfall.

The memories were fragmented. Murphy could not remember anything else, and thinking back on it, he only wondered if he had taken the wrong medicine. Now, he was sleeping in Su Feng’s bed with no memory of how he got there, and a faint sense of restriction radiated from the depths of his soul. Murphy pulled his clothes aside to find the patterns of a Blood Pact, which had almost completely faded into his skin. He instinctively realized this was a contract—not just one, but two.

The core of the pact required that they neither harm nor betray each other. Attached to it was a faint, nearly undetectable secondary contract: a Master-Servant Pact. Bound by the Blood Pact, the stronger party would become the Master. Murphy took one look and coldly realized the truth.

Given their current disparity in power, the man before him was the Master, and he was the Servant.

This was logical, as Murphy was currently only a Mid-level Mage, while Su Feng was a Sword Sovereign.

A dark glint flickered in Murphy’s eyes, but that chill was hidden beneath a gentle exterior, making it impossible to detect. He realized what had happened during the time he had lost consciousness and memory.

This man had signed a Master-Servant Pact with him and made him a servant.

In the long silence, Su Feng had no idea what Murphy was thinking. He sat up expressionlessly and pulled Murphy’s hand away from his neck.

“Get off the bed,” Su Feng said.

His tone was not malicious, but it was clearly an order of expulsion. Murphy gave him a long, deep look—one that Su Feng found quite strange.

“Do I need to ask you again?” Su Feng repeated.

Murphy rolled out of bed. As he hit the floor, he discovered that the magic within him was circulating very slowly, as if he had suffered a severe trauma. A scene flashed through his mind: he was a prisoner in a mage tower, being studied as an experimental subject by a black mage. Beyond that, he could remember nothing.

He had no impression of his origin, his identity, or anything that had happened before. Murphy took a deep breath and turned to look at Su Feng, who was also watching him.

“Who exactly are you?” Murphy asked slowly. “And you signed a Blood Pact with me?”

Su Feng sat there with his black hair falling down and his azure eyes like a vast ocean. His features were handsome and upright, and his aura was imposing. This striking appearance often intimidated petty people and gave others a strong first impression. Su Feng was completely unaware that, at this moment, his aloof demeanor was having a counterproductive effect.

“You don’t remember anything?” Su Feng asked.

Murphy was silent for a moment. “Dissolve the contract.”

Good news: the protagonist remembers nothing. Bad news: the protagonist remembers nothing.

Su Feng gritted his teeth, a cold sneer slowly appearing on his face. “Dissolve it? You think it is that easy? Who do you think you are?”

The memory of the protagonist pinning him down and biting his neck to turn him into a puppet was still vivid. Why was he acting like the victim now? Did he think he could pretend nothing happened just because he had amnesia?

“Don’t forget, you signed this contract yourself!” Su Feng strategically skipped the part where his neck had been bitten because it was too embarrassing. He sneered, “You have become my servant, and you brought it on yourself!”

Murphy looked at him deeply.

“My Lord, I do not know your identity, but I am merely a Mid-level Mage, while you are clearly a Sword Sovereign.”

Murphy opened his mouth. He had been wearing a gentle smile, but now it held a hint of mocking irony. “Are you suggesting that while I was severely injured and practically unconscious, I forced a Sword Sovereign like yourself into a Master-Servant Pact? That I went through all that trouble just to become your servant?”

Haha. That is hilarious. Lord Sword Sovereign, you certainly have a sense of humor.

“Nonsense!” Su Feng stood up abruptly from the bed. Even standing at full height, he was still shorter than this non-human protagonist. Su Feng’s stature was prominent among normal people, yet he still did not reach Murphy’s height. He could only tilt his face up to glare at him, sneering, “How should I know why you went crazy and wanted to sign this Blood Pact with me?”

As he spoke, he saw Murphy’s expression shift into one that clearly said: As I thought, this guy is up to no good. Being falsely accused made Su Feng’s chest tighten with anger. He wanted to find evidence, but he suddenly realized that with Murphy’s amnesia, there were no witnesses or physical proof left. In the absence of evidence, the only fact remaining was that Murphy was the servant and Su Feng was the master.

Su Feng suddenly found himself unable to defend his case. He simply shut his mouth, remembering what he had realized earlier: in the original plot where Murphy reverted to his true form and was picked up by Vina, Murphy’s memories were a mess after he recovered. So, he truly did not remember what happened yesterday or anything he had done.

Su Feng opened his mouth but felt as though he were carrying an enormous, unfair burden. He quickly steadied his mind and decided not to waste time on the argument, but the more he looked at Murphy, the more annoyed he felt.

“The facts are what they are,” Su Feng said. “I don’t know why you did it, but if you ask me, this whole situation is your own fault.”

Murphy narrowed his eyes dangerously.

“As for dissolving the contract?” Su Feng had no idea how this damn Blood Pact worked, let alone how to break it. But to let Murphy go now? He could not do it.

Su Feng walked up to Murphy. The height difference was compensated for by the sheer intensity of Su Feng’s aura. He said coldly, “I saved you. I don’t expect your gratitude, but I won’t tolerate you twisting the truth. Until I find a way to dissolve the Blood Pact, do not even think about leaving.”

Su Feng used the metal handle of the long whip in his hand to press against Murphy’s chest. His fair fingers rested on the black handle, and a cool sensation passed through the contact point into both their hearts. Murphy looked at the man before him. The man was young but had a staggering presence. From this angle, Murphy could see the eyes beneath the fringe of black hair. Even though this man was looking up, in this moment, he was looking down on him.

Su Feng refused to lose the upper hand. He warned him word for word, “Since you say you are a servant, then start acting like one! What is your name?”

“Murphy,” he replied.

“Fine.” Su Feng swung his hand and walked toward the door. “Murphy, from today on, you are my personal guard and personal servant!”

Murphy lowered his eyes, his dark purple gaze blinking slowly. He watched the tall, straight back of the man walking away. Left in the shadows, he chewed over Su Feng’s words, and a look of interest slowly spread across his face, as if a predator had found prey that finally intrigued it.

Su Feng strode out of the room, getting angrier the more he thought about it. The protagonist actually had the nerve to turn the tables on him! If he swallowed this insult, it would only confirm Murphy’s words and make him look like a villain who took advantage of someone. That would be a true humiliation.

But once he calmed down, Su Feng realized: did he just completely offend Murphy with that speech?

In truth, Murphy’s side of the story was more logical. After all, even Su Feng himself did not know why Murphy had acted that way.

Footsteps sounded behind him. Su Feng turned to see Murphy following him expressionlessly. The constant smile on his face had lost its warmth. By all appearances, he looked thoroughly provoked.

The atmosphere between them was incredibly awkward. With no one else to talk to, Su Feng could only complain to the System: “Don’t you think he is crazy? He is the one who started it, and now it is my problem!”

This time, the System did not say “Slander.” It replied: [Indeed, it sounds very strange.]

Su Feng’s temper came and went quickly. After the System smoothed things over, he calmed down and explained, “If he is the Child of Fortune and the future Supreme God, and I am expected to be respectful and coddle him, I really cannot do it.”

Su Feng continued, “If he really wanted to leave, I would be happy to see him go. But I still need to get Intimacy Points from him.”

He realized that he was actually the one getting a great deal. This way, he could keep the protagonist by his side and have a stable way to earn points. Su Feng found the situation was entirely in his favor, though he still wondered why Murphy had done it in the first place.

With that thought, the last bit of anger vanished. Su Feng glanced back at Murphy, who walked with an extraordinary grace, looking as if he were deep in thought. It seemed the recent argument had troubled him greatly. Becoming a servant overnight and being forced into a contract by a stranger was understandably upsetting. However, Su Feng could not sympathize since he was the one who had nearly been doomed.

Su Feng then asked, “System, how do I get more Intimacy Points?”

Putting everything else aside, this was the most important task right now. The System replied quickly: [Physical contact and communication with the protagonist are the primary ways to gain Intimacy Points. Intimacy Points can be converted into Luck Points or used to lift the World’s Restrictions. However, please note: Luck Points must be replenished regularly. Otherwise, the World’s Restrictions will gradually return until the Host reverts to a Pseudo Magic-Resistant Constitution.]

Su Feng immediately frowned. “You mean if I don’t replenish them in time, the magic in my body will be sealed again?”

[Yes.]

Does the World Consciousness have a grudge against him? Su Feng felt like some sort of anomaly being targeted by a higher will. He gave a bitter smile and made a mental note of it. Now was not the time for self-pity.

He had to have physical contact and communication with Murphy to get points. Which meant…

“Those 200 Intimacy Points,” Su Feng said. “Where did they come from?”

[Biting, kissing, and hugging,] the System reminded him. [Those are the primary methods.]

Hearing this, Su Feng—a straight man with zero romantic experience—looked quite uncomfortable. As if that were not enough of a blow, the System added: [Of course, you can explore other methods on your own. For example, deep communication with Murphy, attempting to carry his child, or becoming his wife.]

Su Feng’s legs went weak. He shot a quick glance at Murphy and then looked away even faster. His face stiffened, his ears turned slightly red, and he said angrily, “I am a man!”

[I am aware of your gender.]

“Murphy is also a man!”

[Mm.]

“You want me to have deep communication with a man, carry his child, and become his wife?” Su Feng said through gritted teeth. “Do you have a gender identity disorder? Are you some kind of BL Training System?”

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