Chapter 161 Chapter 161 He was a loser in his life, but to...
The melancholy atmosphere was ruthlessly interrupted by the cub in this way.
The current head of the family has harvested a wet cub and a helpless self.
But this wet kid is too righteous.
Fu Gan, who felt righteous and self-righteous, began to doubt himself - ah, was he wrong?
Is there something wrong with the way I'm slacking off?
The head of the family held the still dripping cub in his arms and fell into deep silence.
But now.
The most important thing is to change your clothes.
I can't let Anmi sleep like this.
And to be more specific, although Fu Gan has no experience in raising cubs, generally speaking, cubs should go to bed at this time, right?
Fu Gan had a stern face.
The surrounding black air was able to condense into a solid entity. Holding the still dripping cub, he began to reach out and clumsily began to strip Anmi's clothes.
Anmi tilted her little head back, and her collar was a little tight, so she had to be pulled down by Changsheng, the headmaster.
As a puppet, everything about Anmi is made according to the most perfect template.
At the joints, you can see the faint gaps connecting the puppets.
The chubby little cub looks sturdy, but it is actually quite thin.
Small arms and legs, so tiny.
A pair of extremely beautiful eyes that always reminded Fu Gan of beautiful gems were blinking and looking at him with a bit of doubt.
Fu Gan put all the clothes aside.
After thinking for a long time, he found one of his own shirts and planned to put it on the cub.
At this moment, Anmi was quite well-behaved.
He blinked as he watched Fu Gan turn and leave without a word. He sat on a high stool, in front of him was a table covered with a mess of playing cards.
That was the deck of cards that had just fallen out of Fu Gan's hands.
Anmi actually doesn't understand these cards very well.
I don’t understand what Fu Gan is doing.
But he also saw it just now - these decks of cards suddenly moved, as if driven by the rules of this world, and finally slipped directly out of Fu Gan's hands.
And these rules and abilities—indeed, they were different from the Battle Royale world he had experienced before.
And the attitude towards life here.
In his original world.
Once you die, you are really dead.
Whether it is a puppet or a participant in that absurd world.
So their attitude towards life is truly wonderful.
Hold high the things you care about, and let go of the things others care about.
Chaos and disorder are the basic colors of life.
Since I can’t cry——
Then just laugh.
Laugh until your life comes to an end, laugh even if you are twitching in pain.
And here——
It's amazing.
It is a world completely different from his original world.
The meaning of life has been infinitely weakened in the eyes of NPCs.
Players and NPCs are almost completely opposed to each other and are suspicious of each other.
At this moment, the living room was completely quiet.
When the lively and noisy little cubs fell silent, the place returned to the silence and depression it had been before Anmi came here.
There was no smile on the cub's face at this moment.
He picked up a card from the table - the arrogant and terrifying Joker was laughing at him in a dark, mocking and terrifying way.
Anmi tilted her little head.
It seems that he is not affected by the maliciousness released by this card, or to some extent, Anmi's own ability can also be judged as the big boss of some high-level copies.
Negative emotions explode, distort, and get out of control - these words can certainly be used to describe Anmi, but he just doesn't show it.
Those emerald green eyes took on a dark hue due to such malicious interference.
"Anmi! What are you doing?!"
Until the patriarch in a shirt came out, took three or two steps forward, and looked angry.
He had already reached out, pulled out the joker card, and threw it aside.
Anmi came back to her senses and blinked her big eyes.
"No, no, Anmi is just taking a look."
The baby voice did not eliminate the parents' anxiety.
"Don't touch my cards, especially the joker, you hear me?!"
The voice sounded a little irritable and impatient.
Of course.
This is the first day that the malicious boss of the Komisuya Hotel raises his cubs.
Fu Gan is certainly not a normal person.
If in the previous world, Noxing, who was rescued by the lamb, had not died, he still had a little bit of the shadow of a normal person.
So Fu Gan’s mental state is also quite worrying now.
Although he survived in the copy, he died many times before becoming such a big boss. And just like the domain of the little ghost king that would be born after the extreme pain of Noxing, Fu Gan experienced setbacks again and again, and his resentment became deeper and deeper.
He was restrained in front of Anmi.
An Mi was startled and looked up at Fu Gan, and the next second she was carried away by her father.
Fu Gan carried An Mi all the way to the bedroom.
This place is well organized.
It doesn't fit in with the somewhat dark atmosphere of the whole room.
There was a cozy bedside lamp, a comfortable and soft big bed, and even the pillowcases and quilts were made in the shape of chewy fried eggs, which Fu Gan had gotten from somewhere and laid out for the cub.
An Mi had been placed on the bed at this moment. He was wrapped in Fu Gan's coat and was sitting on the "fried egg".
It's nine o'clock in the evening.
The surrounding environment also changed subtly.
It seems even more gloomy.
Fu Gan's mood became even more irritable.
"……sleep."
Fu Gan controlled his emotions and looked at the cub who had been quiet and silent since he had just finished speaking.
The hand was raised, as if wanting to touch the cub's head.
But in the end, he restrained himself and let it go.
Those eyes, which were already gloomy and looked a little inhuman, were now even darker and deeper.
Then he stood up and slowly walked out of the room.
There was a faint uncontrollable breath behind him, twisting and venting.
Fu Gan walked all the way back to the table.
At this moment, that face had turned completely cold.
He stretched out his hand, and the cards on the table were completely swallowed up by the tentacles that emerged from the shadows.
Fu Gan began to frantically poke at the main system which did not respond at all.
The one who fucks you is sick.
Just find someone to take care of your child, but can't you find someone who is a little more mentally normal?
In other words - those who have better emotional control.
Not the loser he is.
He really couldn't control his emotions...
A deep sense of frustration surged up, and Fu Gan, feeling depressed, had difficulty breathing.
In the end, he suppressed those deep emotions and tried hard to change himself into a more relaxed state of mind.
Ahhh, what should I do? This little cub is going to be corrupted by him!
And this cub doesn’t even have his last name!
Lively is lively, cute is cute, and people like it very much, but——
Fu Gan couldn't contact the main system, his expression became even gloomier, and he finally lost control and smashed his hand against the wall.
How could he possibly provide a suitable environment for the cub to grow up in?
At the same time, the shadows in the entire Komisuya Hotel were twisting, and countless pairs of eyes were staring at everything around them, wanting to devour everything.
The entire Komisuya Hotel fell into a terrifying environment—even the NPCs were careful not to provoke them.
It was after nine o'clock in the evening that the true face of the Komisuya Hotel was revealed.
"Pah-pah-pah-"
The sound of bare feet hitting the ground came from behind.
Fu Gan slowly turned his head.
Anmi only held his shirt, her expression a little cautious.
"dad."
"Um……"
Fu Gan calmed himself down, and when he heard his own dull response, he felt that something was not right, so he waited there for a while, as if he wanted to relax a little before interacting with the cub.
Why didn't you go to bed?
Don’t you like the room he decorated?
Oh, of course, he also knew that parents who couldn't control their emotions in front of their cubs were the worst...
But the cub got a response and slowly walked over again.
An Mi was observing Fu Gan's reaction.
Fu Gan exuded a cold aura, and his entire face seemed to have turned a shade paler.
Actually - Anmi is very accustomed to adults getting angry.
Whether it's his producer father or other adults in the battle royale world.
Emotional stability is a rare thing.
Don't look at him jumping around.
But this was also Anmi's first day.
What is the difference between this place and his original world?
Oh, maybe I have a copy of the NPC identity, I won't really die here, right? Everything can be traced back.
But it seems to hurt too.
"Dad, are you angry? Is it Anmi who made you unhappy?"
Fu Gan finally raised his hand and gently touched An Mi's soft black hair, as if he was afraid of hurting An Mi.
"No, it has nothing to do with Anmi."
He just started to be darker at this time of night, and that was because of the joker card.
He wanted to crawl in the darkness, to crush the players' necks, to grab them one by one and shake them hard—to listen to them howl, to listen to them beg for mercy, to listen to them wail in pain.
That alternative pleasure of revenge and killing.
But it's just a cub.
Since Fu Gan decided the direction at the beginning.
It is enough for him to appear in the early stage and cooperate with those players to make them feel urgent and scared.
Of course, he wouldn't let Anmi go out and wander around at other times.
Lessons can be learned without raising fees.
Because being hurt hurts.
Anmi was really beautiful with red lips and white teeth, and Little Baozhi was confused for a moment.
He moved closer and placed his little hand on his father's leg.
"do what?"
Fu Gan turned his head to glance at the little cub.
He felt much more comfortable now, but he still felt guilty because he couldn't control his emotions just now. Seeing the cub still had a tense face, he felt a little embarrassed. At the same time, he punched the main system a few more times in his heart.
The world consciousness of crazy sit-ups: I'm going to go online... go online...
Very good, the world consciousness has fallen again.
"If Dad is unhappy, he can remove Anmi's hand."
Little Anmi said this with a lively and cute face.
The meaning of these words was totally inconsistent with the expression on his little face.
Fu Gan just heard it and hadn't reacted yet. When he realized something, he suddenly lowered his head.
Emerald green eyes met with dark black ones.
"Feet can also—"
And Anmi thought about it and continued speaking.
Although he was no longer controlled by the producer, whether it was the shirt he was wearing, the many times he took the initiative to hug her, or the bedroom that was completely different from the surroundings, Anmi was happy to give him such privileges if it could make him happier.
But Fu Gan was too shocked to speak.
"But it will hurt a little, Dad, can you be a little gentler?"
Amy moved closer.
There is trust in his eyes.
"Anmi is a little afraid of pain, but she won't cry."
Dolls are not capable of crying.
"What's the meaning--"
Only then did Fu Gan finally find his voice.
"What do you mean by removing your arms and legs? What do you mean by it will hurt a little?"
What kind of King Kong are you? You think it hurts a little to have your arms and legs removed?!
And removing the hands and feet, is that what he understood?
He felt that he was already mentally unstable enough. Although this kid was a little neurotic, he was still a healthy kid in some ways. But kid, what terrible things are you talking about?!
“…It hurts quite a bit.”
An Mi looked at Fu Gan's face which suddenly turned serious and gloomy, and shrank slightly.
"But when 'Father' is angry, he will do this. After doing this, he will feel much happier."
The puppet is an accessory of the puppeteer.
Even if you have your own personality and thoughts under the heart of a doll, this will not change.
A twisted and violent world.
There is nowhere to vent - countless violent desires.
This afternoon.
Before calling dad.
The cub once asked - "Do 'father' and 'dad' mean the same thing?"
In fact, Fu Gan had vaguely sensed that something was wrong when the cub mentioned his father before.
But I didn’t think much about it at that time - after all, the cub must have encountered something bad to come here, so there was no need to ask so deeply and in so much detail.
But at this moment, Fu Gan fully realized the seriousness of this title.
Fu Gan looked at the cub's clear eyes again at this moment, and felt mixed emotions for a moment.
"You..." As soon as he opened his mouth, Fu Gan was startled by his own voice. His negative emotions surged to the extreme in an instant. "Does your 'father' often do this kind of thing?"
"Not very often—"
Fu Gan: He’s also a pervert, a beast!
"Because Mimi often has to help him kill invaders, that state can't last too long."
Fu Gan:!!! This guy is even more perverted than him!!
Although he initially considered using the rules of the cub to directly activate the berserker mode, this idea only lasted for less than ten minutes! Then that guy, that guy!!!
He said - why did the main system, this bastard that has been out of contact for many years, suddenly force this cub into his territory.
This clearly means even the main system can't stand it anymore, right?!
Fu Gan finally reached out his hand.
Now that his resentment had someone to target, he became a little calmer.
He picked up the cub.
Patiently persuading——
"Mimi, which copy were you near before?"
Come on, tell your dad that I will not deal with these players in our family for the time being, but will go and physically deal with your scumbag father first.
Anmi couldn't answer this question.
However, Fu Gan was not too surprised by this.
After dying and entering a horror dungeon and becoming a dungeon NPC, you may lose some memories and some key aspects of your personality.
So each copy is suppressed and distorted.
So, in conclusion, in short—
This kid who was sent in is also a little psychopath.
From this perspective, doesn't his mood actually seem quite stable?!
The patriarch suddenly gained confidence and goals.
Oh, maybe he could raise the cub into a lively, normal cub with stable emotions.
Anmi had naturally hugged her father's neck.
"Anmi wants to make dad happy."
The little cub still had that lively tone.
"I'm sorry, Dad. Mimi shouldn't have touched your things just now."
From past experiences, I know that although Anmi is lively, she actually knows how to control herself and will not cause damage. When she is happy, at most she will make others laugh or cry, and she will not make others feel disgusted.
If he makes his father angry like this, he will be punished.
It's fine now.
Even Dad was still holding him.
Anmi thought contentedly.
The soft cheek rubbed against Fu Gan's face, relying on the warmth and breath of the patriarch.
Fu Gan himself was still a little uncomfortable with the sudden and confident admission of his mistake.
He held the cub in his arms and let it rub his face stiffly.
In his arms was a warm and soft little ball, like the most beautiful green gem he had ever dreamed of.
At this moment, Fu Gan didn't know whether to answer or not. He always felt something was wrong.
After a moment, he suddenly understood——
That's not right!
He messed up the cards himself and scattered them on the table.
The cub was frightened by him and fell into the fish tank.
Then he sat on the high stool because he wanted the little guy to behave himself while being naked, so he could touch the cards.
As for drawing the joker card that shouldn't be touched—what does that have to do with the cub? He just picked one up at random! Mimi didn't know, and he didn't tell Mimi not to touch it!
Mimi is a kid who can roll around in the room without breaking anything!
Figured this out.
The patriarch suddenly understood.
"No, no, no, Mimi, you're just a little curious, what can you do wrong?"
"It's all Dad's fault—I never told you that even if you touch Dad's cards, don't touch the joker in the deck. It's Dad's emotional instability that disturbs you. It's Dad's carelessness in decorating the room. Dad's used to it, so you should get used to it in the future—"
The patriarch seemed to have accepted his fate.
"In many ways, Dad has always failed - but now, Dad wants to emphasize one very important point to you, that is, Dad and 'father' are different."
Fu Gan waited for the cub's confident embrace and self-righteousness.
But the next second——
"But Anmi really likes the room that dad decorated."
Fu Gan was stunned.
“I really like it…?”
Did he arrange it successfully?
The aura around Fu Gan was fluctuating.
But the cub realized that he was not 'punished', and his father was happy to hug him and told him that he was different from his 'father'.
The happy cub almost jumped onto Fu Gan's head.
He is like a little loach, very slippery.
Fu Gan could hardly hold her anymore.
Finally he let out a long breath.
He looked at his panel.
Within the NPC attribute rules, a golden entry flashed wildly—[Loser's Domain]: You are a loser. From birth until now, everything you cherish has failed, everything you long for has failed. Your life is a capital failure! When the Loser's Domain is triggered, the player encounters the rules and is bound to fail. It also applies to them at all times, increasing their violent and dark attributes.
The loser's domain is activated all year round.
It's like a summary of his life.
It is flashing frequently at this moment, as if some fonts are trying to cover and change this golden area, but in the end no changes can be made.
He was a loser at every moment of his life, but to the cub, he was not—Fu Gan stared in a daze.
If you don't pay attention, the little guy in your hand will "fly" away contentedly.
It really is 'flying'.
He just needed to step his left foot on his right foot to gain leverage - the reason was that he saw tentacles slowly poking out from the ceiling.
The little fellow was no longer afraid. He looked up and stared at it for a moment without blinking, then flew over to reach it.
The tentacles were startled and shrank back in an instant.
Fu Gan: ...
Really, how can he be so energetic and lively?
And I just said I won't cry——
Fu Gan didn't feel comfortable asking about this matter at this point as the topic had basically been discussed.
I can only keep it in my heart for the time being.
Watching his own cub biu - failed to catch it, and it fell down with a whoosh.
Fu Gan reached out and grabbed An Mi's clothes, but because An Mi was wearing his shirt, it looked like she was wearing a costume.
At this moment, the little puppet was shaking back and forth in his hands.
"Then Daddy! Can Anmi have her midnight snack now?!"
Anmi never forgets its original intention.
"Can Anmi go out with Five?"
On a dark and windy night, it’s time for murder and arson!
This is indeed the most exciting time for the little doll.
But the patriarch had no expression on his face.
"No, you need to sleep now."
Anmi: ...Ah...
Fu Gan: "The dried meat and clothes will arrive tomorrow morning."
Anmi:!
Fu Gan: "Now, sleep."
The patriarch has regained his composure.
He carried the cub, whose thought process was so lively that he could not understand it at all, back to the bedroom.
He watched as the cub burrowed into the poached egg blanket, leaving only its pretty little face visible.
Under the warm light, those emerald green eyes looked even more beautiful.
Fu Gan reached out and touched the cub under its eyes.
Finally, I couldn't help but sigh: "What beautiful eyes."
"dad--"
"It's even more beautiful than the emerald that my mother loved most—"
"dad--!"
"The main system must have figured this out and predicted that I would support you—"
Then I stuffed this little lively thing into him.
"dad!!!"
"Okay, just say what you want to say! Look at what this is!!"
Fu Gan pointed at his ear.
"This is called ears!! Your father is not deaf, he can hear!!!"
How on earth did you manage to be so lively by yourself?!
It’s outrageous!!
The cub tugged at a corner of the quilt.
"Number Five was supposed to sing a lullaby for me. Since Number Five is not here, can Dad sing it for me?"
Tone-deaf. Can't sing at all. Misses a half note when singing a line. Fu Gan: ...
He can accept failure in this area.
so--
"No, go to sleep—dreams can bring all sorts of things."
Fu Gan patted the cub's head with a 'kind' look on his face.
"Then Anmi sings for Daddy!"
The cub got up and tried to sing.
Fu Gan was unable to stop it - the magical children's song instantly filled his ears.
Fu Gan: ...
He should have expected it, he should have expected it a long time ago.
What kind of lullaby can this kid sing?
Hehe—ha, haha!
*
After nine o'clock in the evening.
The entire Komisuya Hotel was in a state of silence and restlessness.
Monsters belonging to the third floor and above of the hotel begin to move.
Third floor corridor.
The resentful cleaner was dragging a rumbling vacuum cleaner.
After Madam Red on the second floor confirmed that they had no intention of leaving.
I also walked to the third floor.
The heavy black umbrella tapped the ground every time she took a step - this was one of the sources of the strange sounds in the darkness.
At this moment, the noisy sound from the third floor came through the noise of the vacuum cleaner.
"So you're all sick—it's just a rule—the whole hotel's pampering? Haha, haha—I won't pamper anyone."
"You're the one who's sick."
The waiter was checking the clock anxiously.
Finally, he violently threw the thing in his hand away.
"There are old players who have items in their hands - they gather together - there is no way to deal with them - I am just, preparing for the kill."
"Oh, and Shang Fu—it was he who first told me about the absurdity of this rule, but the kid just walked around the first floor twice and chatted with him in the garden for a while, and he automatically accepted the rule—you guys are so weird, really weird—I'm going to ask that adult—"
The cleaner had a crazy look on his face.
"At this point in time... he will definitely give us a more correct answer! End this—"
Mrs. Red saw the adult coming down personally to knock on the door and ask for the baby. At this moment, she slowly turned her head.
At this time, the cleaning staff rang the internal phone.
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