Chapter 132: Triggering the Main Path Why the Latecomers are the Winners~
...It's so hot.
The temperature wasn't high on a November morning, and with the curtains drawn, the room felt stiflingly cool. Chaomu felt the temperature was quite pleasant when he first poked his head out, but when he was grabbed by the scruff of the neck and tucked back into the covers, the temperature around him instantly rose.
The raccoon was naturally furry, and she felt a bit too warm when she huddled against the blanket and the man's steaming chest. She struggled with her claws, landing on the man's bulging biceps, only to be easily pushed back down by some giant monster.
"Why are you running... It's a rare benefit, and you're not happy about it?" Because he just woke up, Shen'er's voice was still a little lazy and hoarse.
He casually pinched the little raccoon's ears, stroked her ears and her tail, and used her as a pillow, hugging her to his chest and lying back in bed: "And didn't you like this before, always like to climb on the bed and touch me..."
"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense."
Chaomu was brutally locked up by a brute. Pressing against his chest, she righteously defended herself, "This method won't buy me off. If you want to boost your charisma, sending me a few more SSR skills would be more effective—and even better, sending me your son's would be even better. Thank you."
"I don't mind, but it's your own fault that you didn't get the prize, right?" Shen'er pinched her fluffy tail, stroking it from the tip to the base. "To put it in your own words... you're too dark, little black bear."
...Damn, this guy speaks so rudely.
"Don't misrepresent my breed... and I'm gray! Not black at all!" The player was displeased, slapping him on the chin with a claw. Having successfully escaped from the shirtless hell, he leaped on him and stomped on his face. "It's definitely your fault that I can't draw a card. It's your fault that your hair is black... And your favorability rating! There's something wrong with your favorability rating towards me, too!"
It is said that the probability of drawing cards is linked to favorability. The reason she didn’t deliver the cards is definitely because Shi’er doesn’t love her enough - can’t he reflect on himself?
Just as she stepped on his face, she saw the man's half-closed eyes suddenly open, and his green eyes stared at hers.
"That's hard to say." He held her calf, his eyes rarely showing a bit of seriousness. "I told you before, didn't I? As long as there is something you want, even if it is..."
His eyes were too serious, so Chaomu just muttered, "...If I let you kiss me, will you give me your life too?"
Shen Er: “…………”
He expressionlessly pulled her paw off his face and casually placed it on his body: "I didn't say that—but then again, you, a stupid raccoon with amnesia, actually said that other people's relationships have problems? You should reflect on yourself first... Tsk, don't kick me with your claws."
Chaomu kicked him on the chest, leaving a few red marks, and pinched his paw with a bit of disgust: Raccoons are too small, and it is really not convenient to fight with a physical monster like Shen'er... It is better to change back into human form and fight.
She hesitated for only two seconds before decisively transforming back into human form, intending to fight him and, by the way, verify the physical skills she had recently trained: "You can do it without claws—take my raccoon claw attack!"
Anyway, I won’t die if I lose the fight with Shen’er, so I might as well give it a try.
The furry little raccoon suddenly grew larger, clinging to him through the fabric. Shen'er's pupils dilated for a moment, then he chuckled, raising his hand to catch her wrist and rolling over. "You're still using your claws, aren't you? Try using some strength, little one."
This guy really... deserves a beating.
The positions reversed again between a few exchanges of punches and kicks, but the force was still slightly inferior to Chaomu's. She sighed softly and punched him several times without holding back. When he was distracted, she grabbed his throat without anyone noticing—the hand that sneaked out from the side was quickly grasped by his backhand.
The black-haired man looked down at her, his lips slightly raised: "That's it?"
Chaomu: “…………?”
What do you mean by that? She was really afraid that he would be beaten into a rag in one blow when she used all her strength.
She butted him with her head, and the two of them rolled into a ball again. The quilt and sheets were torn and wrinkled, and the man's chest and back were also left with several scratches, crisscrossing like a cat scratching board.
After beating for a full ten minutes, a certain physical monster finally stopped and lay lazily on the bed, allowing her to beat him. The expression on his face actually looked like he was enjoying it a bit.
"Although you seem much stronger than when I met you a few months ago, you're still a little weaker than you were before." He propped up one leg, holding her waist with one hand to help her sit, and resting the other hand behind her head, looking relaxed. "Come on, little raccoon! Looking at you like this, and looking at the opponents you've provoked before, I'm really worried that you'll be put in a sack at any moment."
Perhaps because Chaomu’s “amnesia” had just been mentioned, he actually took the initiative to bring up the past this time.
His palms were so large that they could almost half-grip the girl's waist. Chaomu retaliated by pinching the side of his chest muscles, which felt a little more elastic than Moroboshi's breasts.
After all, he is a professional... I really want to ask him how he trained his chest.
She squeezed it again and asked him curiously, "So, have I made a lot of enemies? Are they all people I could defeat before? Who are they? Tell me about them."
"Not much... what I know is okay, but those two are really bad." Shen Er didn't even mention the extra money. His eyes fell on her fair neck, lost in thought, "It's hard to say whether I can beat them or not... I haven't seen you fight Liuyan, but you did have some exchanges with that Panxing Sect leader."
Two rather unfamiliar names, but judging from Shen'er's tone, they are most likely strong rivals.
Even though she hadn't unlocked the side quests yet, Chaomu still felt her curiosity piqued. Just as she was about to ask him how she and those two had become enemies, she was half-lifted up by Shen'er, dangling in mid-air.
"Alright—don't mention other men's names in front of me." Heaven and Tyrant lazily lifted her up and stretched her waist. When he sat up, he let her sit on his knees and scratched her chin like a cat. "I don't want to ask about the affairs of that new sponsor. Just don't bring any more pets home... You can't even afford to support me, so don't even think about getting another pet."
...So this guy supports her one sponsor, one pet policy? As long as she only has him as her pet, it's okay to have multiple sponsors?
Chaomu had a lot to complain about, but she didn't know where to start: Besides, she actually had more than one pet, Shier. Her first pet was Mimi Zhuxing... Oh yes, Shier didn't know... Eh?
Thinking of this, the player suddenly fell into deep thought.
In terms of the timeline, Shier was the pet that "her past self" recruited, and it seems that she was the first one; but for her, the first pet she picked up in the game was actually Mimi, and Shier's slot has not been unlocked yet...
Now the question is, who came first? Who is the latecomer who came to join this family?
It was obvious that she was thinking. Although I had just mentioned it casually, I couldn't help but squint my eyes when I saw her expression.
He stared at her face, his fingertips resting on her chin: "With that expression... do you already have other pets out there?"
"How could that be possible? Absolutely not."
Chaomu's eyes wandered slightly, but what he said was confident: After all, it was not raised outside, it was brought home.
Remembering the hickeys Hagiwara Kenji had mentioned yesterday, she quickly glanced at her wrists and chest. Seeing that they were indeed gone, she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, her attitude becoming even more matter-of-fact. "Even if I want to get a new pet, you should at least reflect on your own behavior. How can a pet treat its owner like this? You'll lose your job if you keep doing this."
Shen Er held her hand, leaned forward and kissed her: "I guess you can't bear to leave."
...That seems to be true.
Chaomu was pinched by his fingertips, thinking seriously: After all, Shen'er's attributes in all aspects are indeed quite excellent, it would be a pity not to keep him.
As for him being a bit arrogant now… hmph, when she's fully prepared and reaches the highest level in the future and goes back to the old side quests, won't she just slaughter him like crazy? By then, she'll definitely beat him up a dozen times a day and make him pole dance in a maid outfit.
As she imagined the future, the corners of her lips curled up to the sky. Early in the morning, someone sat on Shen'er. Seeing her expression, he felt a little itchy. He leaned over and kissed her twice, his palms touching her waistline and moving downwards. "So, do you need to complete the pet's daily tasks after a long absence? I don't think you've mentioned it since you came back..."
Before he tried to go any further, Chaomu blocked his face with one hand, supported his cheek and pushed him aside: "No."
She was still thinking about Hagiwara Kenji—she knew that with his personality, she'd probably get marks all over her body, which would be embarrassing if someone saw him. Hagiwara-kun was already upset when he noticed yesterday, and if he saw him again today, his impression of him might even drop... She was still living in his house, so the most important thing was the quest to get the SSR.
Even though the other party kept pestering him and exuded his charm at will, the highly ambitious player firmly rejected the ML character's seduction, pushed him aside, went back to cook for Kenji Hagiwara, and planned to deliver lunch again at noon.
The recipe she decided on today was cream stew. Even without Mimi Moroboshi's help, it was a completely original recipe. She cooked it with the spatula like a god, and in a few strokes she made a pot of black, sticky cream stew that had no color, aroma or taste.
By the time she was done, Shen'er had already packed up, changed his clothes, and was ready to go to the horse ranch for some fun. Before leaving, he came around to take a look. Seeing the unknown object in the pot, the corner of his mouth twitched: "...Your cooking skills...are still as good as ever."
"It's as excellent as always, right? Thank you for the compliment." Chao Mu took a bite and felt that it tasted good, so he replied casually.
"In a sense, it is." Shen'er took a cautious look into the pot. After thickening, the texture was something between asphalt and oil, with an eerie sheen. "I have a feeling some foreign forces, seeing this pot of stuff, will pay a astronomical fee to have me do it... or they might just attack me directly."
Morning and evening: Wow.
That’s very oily…but who cares, as long as it tastes good, appearance is all floating.
It was still early when she finished cooking and packed the lunch. With her lunch in her backpack, she decided to take a walk around the Metropolitan Police Department to see if there were any side quests she could do. It had been a while since she'd done those little reputation-boosting quests, and she missed them.
So, it's not just the side quests. Ever since I finished the main quest that Shen Er brought back, the main quest has been stuck again, with no guidance at all. This game's guidance function is a mess...
……Um?
Chaomu walked all the way from her home to the Metropolitan Police Department, and on the train, she reached her previously unsuccessful achievement count of ninety-seven. As she passed the main entrance to the Metropolitan Police Department, she suddenly stopped and pricked up her ears: two NPCs with exclamation marks above their heads were chatting, clearly about to issue quests.
"Yesterday's shooting was truly... the gunman actually dared to snipe the victim in a busy shopping mall. How audacious... I wonder who the victim offended..."
"...Haven't you heard? That's gang robbing gangs—the victim is the Hyakkikai leader's beloved youngest son! Their influence in Tokyo is so great... the higher-ups probably don't know how to investigate further. After all, any organization that dares to mess with the Hyakkikai is definitely more terrifying than the Hyakkikai itself."
"Hiss, that Baigui family? Should we go investigate?"
"They won't let us investigate, will they?... Will they let the police intervene in this kind of gang-on-gang situation?"
...shooting? It sounds like it's on a completely different level from those cat-finding and dog-finding quests. The rewards are probably quite generous.
The player who was just playing around with cats and dogs became alert in a second, sneaked to the wall, bypassed the NPC's field of vision, and listened eavesdropped.
Two guard NPCs were chatting while guarding the door, and dialog boxes popped up one after another.
As he listened, Chaomu roughly figured out the clues: the young master of a certain □□ big boss was shot in the head in the mall yesterday. The opponent's shot was swift and efficient without leaving any loopholes. It was probably a case of thugs robbing thugs.
That mall sounded so familiar...wasn't that where she and Hagiwara went shopping for clothes yesterday? Not only the mall, but the name of the Hundred Demons Association also sounded familiar, but she couldn't place it right away...
After listening to the NPC dialogue, the task still showed that there was a lack of clues to trigger it. Chaomu squatted by the wall and began to look through his previous records.
Hundred Demons Society... Hundred Demons... Hmm...?
She searched for a long time but couldn't find it, and her brows were furrowed.
When she exited the notes page, she glanced at her personal panel and suddenly had an idea. She opened her resume and scanned it quickly, finally stopping at her high school resume record.
She was saying, "Why does this look so familiar?" The Hundred Demons Society? Wasn't the high school boy who bullied "Chao Mu" on his resume named Hundred Demons? He seemed to be the son of the Hundred Demons Society president or some underling?
When Chaomu suddenly realized what was going on, the task panel that had been pitch black suddenly lit up.
[Congratulations to the player for triggering the main quest - The Trash Can That Buries Youth]
[Mission Summary: One of the people who bullied you and caused you to drop out of high school has died unexpectedly. Who is the murderer? What kind of conspiracy is hidden behind this? Does this bring back memories and make you want to take revenge on the bully?]
[There is no guide for this mission yet, please explore freely. ]
[Mission Rewards (gradually unlocked as the mission progresses): ???]
Chaomu: “!!!”
She opened her eyes wide in surprise: I thought it was just an ordinary side quest, but it turned out to be the main quest?
It’s this task guide… In the past, there would at least be a clear picture of the reward, but this time there’s not even a clear picture. Is it just marked as unknown?
The player, who was deeply poisoned by the degree of freedom, had his eyebrows twitching slightly. He scrolled up and down the page to make sure there were no other prompts.
Behind her, the NPC who was delivering intelligence was still diligently conducting the conversation.
"Has the Hundred Ghosts Society been investigated before for hoarding a large amount of explosives? It seems their family is involved in this business..."
"That's right. Seventy percent of the explosives on the Tokyo market come from them."
"The young master of the family is dead. Will the leader of the Hundred Ghosts Society..."
"...It's hard to say, but Tokyo will probably be in turmoil in the coming days."
"It seems like the virginity-explosion squad is going to have to work overtime again... Of course, the Investigation Division is going to be stuck in overtime hell..."
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The author has something to say: A little bit of emotional problems is very good for the stomach. I adjusted for a long time and finally ordered a cup of milk tea. After taking a sip, my mood became much better.
Finally succeeded in moving the plot forward... Gin-chan is waiting in the backstage.
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