[After Number 20 injured Yellow Itachi, he sought refuge in your arms. The furious Yellow Itachi demands that you hand over Number 20. Your choice is:
A. Hand it over
B. No.]
He Ruge chose option B without hesitation. He looked at the little white tiger in his arms, his heart filled with tenderness.
Don’t be afraid, I will protect you.
… If I can act like a spoiled child again, I will love you even more!
You!
[No one can destroy the experiment at will. Number 20’s life and death is not in your hands. You are always so impulsive, Yellow Itachi.]
Yellow Itachi
[Ha, good, very good…]
[Yellow Itachi approaches you and Number 20. Then, he pulls down the zipper of his pants.]
He Ruge pushed up his spectacles with a dumbfounded expression, suspecting that his eyes were playing tricks on him.
On the screen, Yellow Itachi was wearing a pair of magical pants. The pants had two zippers, one at the front and one at the back. Yellow Itachi angrily pulled down the zipper at the back, revealing a long yellow tail. The tail suddenly stood up, and then, he sprayed out a stench in the form of an aerosol!
Yellow Itachi
[He used a stench gland attack on you and Number 20. You feel dizzy, nauseous, and vomit. When Number 20 smelled it, he couldn’t help but spit out milk.]
He Ruge: “…”
What kind of game is this?
Yellow Itachi pulled up the zipper and walked up to He Ruge.
The little white tiger in his arms lay listlessly in He Ruge’s arms, looking weak from the stink gland attack. However, when he saw Yellow Itachi in front of him, he still waved his little claws ferociously.
Yellow Itachi?
[Give him to me. Measuring data is something that must be done. Don’t forget, Merman.]
Merman?
He Ruge looked at the name and a guess appeared in his heart. The name of the NPC was the name of their original form. Yellow Itachi was commonly known as a weasel, and it would release a stench when it encountered enemies.
Could his original form be a merman in the game? Was it so cool?
He Ruge’s thoughts wandered for a while before he refocused on the game.
He Ruge couldn’t make a choice at all. After he clicked on Yellow Itachi’s dialogue box, He Ruge’s own dialogue box popped up.
You!
[While measuring data, I want to look at you.]
Yellow Itachi
[Tsk, you carry Number 20. I’ll help him put on the instrument.]
After Yellow Itachi finished speaking, he took out the metal helmet and prepared to put it on the little white tiger. He Ruge was worried that the little white tiger would struggle with all its might, but the little white tiger was very calm. Yes, compared to the other trembling cubs, the little white tiger’s posture could even be considered calm.
He stayed in He Ruge’s arms and snorted softly, not dodging the helmet in Yellow Itachi’s hands. When Yellow Itachi pressed the red button on the helmet, the little white tiger hugged He Ruge’s arm without saying a word.
If it weren’t for the slight trembling of its body, the little white tiger would have been as quiet as if it were sleeping.
During the measurement process, the little white tiger howled as if it was in a dream.
Number 20
[After Number 20 injured Yellow Itachi, he sought refuge in your arms. The furious Yellow Itachi demands that you hand over Number 20. Your choice is:
A. Hand it over
B. No.]
He Ruge chose option B without hesitation. He looked at the little white tiger in his arms, his heart filled with tenderness.
Don’t be afraid, I will protect you.
… If I can act like a spoiled child again, I will love you even more!
You!
[No one can destroy the experiment at will. Number 20’s life and death is not in your hands. You are always so impulsive, Yellow Itachi.]
Yellow Itachi
[Ha, good, very good…]
[Yellow Itachi approaches you and Number 20. Then, he pulls down the zipper of his pants.]
He Ruge pushed up his spectacles with a dumbfounded expression, suspecting that his eyes were playing tricks on him.
On the screen, Yellow Itachi was wearing a pair of magical pants. The pants had two zippers, one at the front and one at the back. Yellow Itachi angrily pulled down the zipper at the back, revealing a long yellow tail. The tail suddenly stood up, and then, he sprayed out a stench in the form of an aerosol!
Yellow Itachi
[He used a stench gland attack on you and Number 20. You feel dizzy, nauseous, and vomit. When Number 20 smelled it, he couldn’t help but spit out milk.]
He Ruge: “…”
What kind of game is this?
Yellow Itachi pulled up the zipper and walked up to He Ruge.
The little white tiger in his arms lay listlessly in He Ruge’s arms, looking weak from the stink gland attack. However, when he saw Yellow Itachi in front of him, he still waved his little claws ferociously.
Yellow Itachi?
[Give him to me. Measuring data is something that must be done. Don’t forget, Merman.]
Merman?
He Ruge looked at the name and a guess appeared in his heart. The name of the NPC was the name of their original form. Yellow Itachi was commonly known as a weasel, and it would release a stench when it encountered enemies.
Could his original form be a merman in the game? Was it so cool?
He Ruge’s thoughts wandered for a while before he refocused on the game.
He Ruge couldn’t make a choice at all. After he clicked on Yellow Itachi’s dialogue box, He Ruge’s own dialogue box popped up.
You!
[While measuring data, I want to look at you.]
Yellow Itachi
[Tsk, you carry Number 20. I’ll help him put on the instrument.]
After Yellow Itachi finished speaking, he took out the metal helmet and prepared to put it on the little white tiger. He Ruge was worried that the little white tiger would struggle with all its might, but the little white tiger was very calm. Yes, compared to the other trembling cubs, the little white tiger’s posture could even be considered calm.
He stayed in He Ruge’s arms and snorted softly, not dodging the helmet in Yellow Itachi’s hands. When Yellow Itachi pressed the red button on the helmet, the little white tiger hugged He Ruge’s arm without saying a word.
If it weren’t for the slight trembling of its body, the little white tiger would have been as quiet as if it were sleeping.
During the measurement process, the little white tiger howled as if it was in a dream.
Number 20
