"I... am the group leader." The emotionless voice spoke with a chorus of ridicule. His ears twitched as he spoke. If Chen Jing were a lolita complex, he would have been killing Ah Wei non-stop by now (a famous pun, a homophone for "Ah, I'm dead"). But he wasn't. Chen Jing hated naughty kids the most, especially the kind that destroyed things.

"Sooner or later, I'll bite the group leader to death" had ears that looked perky, standing straight up from her silver-white hair, giving her a canine-like appearance. But Chen Jing noticed that this dog-girl seemed a bit dazed, her face hazy, but her eyes held a fierceness. Looking at her was like facing an ancient beast head-on. Perhaps it wasn't an illusion. "What's your name?" Chen Jing suddenly became curious.

Her right ear twitched, she looked at Chen Jing, shook her head, then looked at Ai, and shook her head again.

Chen Jing was stunned: "You can't speak?"

She lowered her head: "It's been... a long time... since I've spoken to anyone...." Seeing how hard she struggled to find words one by one, Chen Jing couldn't help but feel amused: "Then tell me your name first." He planned to solve the problem of his connector ability first, which was the capital for his subsequent evaluation.

She lowered her head, her eyes evasive. “Well… Mom… said… I can’t tell my name… to strangers.”

Chen Jing's mouth curled up slightly: "Look, are we two strangers?"

"Oh!" She suddenly raised her head, a little excited: "Are you...a friend...?"

A friend? Chen Jing couldn't help but stare at her twice. She was wearing two pieces of white, gauze-like fabric, revealing her underwear. There were also some ring-shaped ornaments on her wrists and thighs. Strangely, she was wearing black wrist guards and metal gloves. Her entire body seemed cool and effortless, but only here seemed a little heavy.

There was something like a tattoo on her lower abdomen, and a jeweled necklace around her neck. Both were very old, and around her waist was a red rope that had been wrapped around her seven or eight times.

It's a poor child, Chen Jing defined it. Then he nodded: "Yes, we are friends."

Those eyes, once dull and even somewhat vacant, suddenly brightened, their golden pupils directed towards Chen Jing. Chen Jing then noticed an abnormal dark red streak in the whites of her eyes. "I'll Bit the Group Leader to Death Sooner or Later" finally managed a smile: "You...are my...first friend."

Chen Jing's expression changed. A normal person would feel surprised at this time, but Chen Jing was not normal. He realized that this child had been excluded or isolated in the place where she originally lived. It might be because the people there were prejudiced, but his glasses told him that this was because she was extremely dangerous.

"Since we are friends, can you tell me your name?"

"Yes! I am Fenrir, the 'Monster that Shakes the Earth'." There was a sense of pride in his words.

"..." Ai didn't react much, but Chen Jing's heart was in turmoil. Jörmungandr, Hela's elder brother, the father of the twin wolves that devoured the sun and the moon, the giant wolf that killed Odin - was actually a little loli.

"Really?" He was a little bit unbelieving. Even if she said she was Hela, Chen Jing would believe it, but Fenrir, crossing species and gender, this was too ridiculous!

When did my worldview become so deranged? Did I lose my mind after being defeated for so long?

Fenrir couldn't quite understand the complex meaning of Chen Jing's tone, and nodded in confusion: "I am indeed Fenrir."

Chen Jing sighed. It seemed that this Norse myth might be a little wrong, but what did it have to do with him now? It might not be a bad thing for Fenrir to become cute.

With this thought, Chen Jing petted Fenrir's head, stroking her perky ears along her fur. Fenrir's face expressed a look of enjoyment. Chen Jing couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride. "Others petted Chinese native dogs, but what I pet was different: the most famous demon wolf, albeit a cute version."

Ai watched and wanted to take action, but Fenrir glared at her and she had to give up. Chen Jing then realized something: "Wait, your foot is fine? Then why are you in a wheelchair?"

Ai smiled bitterly and said, "My body is too weak. If I don't do that, I will..." As she spoke, her whole body went limp.

Chen Jing caught her, confused: "So what kind of job do you want?"

"I want a civilian job."

Two people and a wolf approached the evaluation site.

Fenrir suddenly shrugged his nose: "Hey? There's a fight and blood." His tone was very calm. Obviously, this level of blood was nothing to one of the strongest monsters in Northern Europe (Fenrir's status was not high, but he won in terms of record).

"Admiral, you must keep your promise," Ai Ye reminded him. God bless Chen Jing, he had only been in this world for about half an hour. In half an hour, he was now holding the magic wolf and carrying a physically disabled person on his back.

Is this the test for the hero? Chen Jing nodded secretly: "Then this is too fast, isn't it?" Half an hour! The other heroes should still be searching for clues, but he relied on one word to make it this far. This word is: "reckless".

In other words, he has clear ideas and a clear purpose, and is obviously a habitual offender. For a fantasy writer like Chen Jing, the ability to deduce or construct his own worldview has long been an instinct ingrained in his bones. If the plot had not ended now, Chen Jing could even have become a high-ranking official of the empire with just a few words.

Of course, it wasn't that he didn't want to, but rather that he was being cautious. Who knew if the real world would diverge from his own vision? Wouldn't that be hilarious? Furthermore, Chen Jing preferred to follow orders and work without any obligations or responsibilities, rather than occupy a high position and call the shots. It would be best if he could be the one being supported.

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