Chapter 2 Another World? What? Dogs can talk?
When fighting against the men, Chu Jue only felt something trying to get closer to her, like mental energy, but much weaker.
She easily dodged, but the unknown substance seemed to want to catch up, which Chu Jue dispersed with a tree branch.
Even though it was scattered, the scattered unidentified substances still remained.
Chu Jue discovered that his body did not seem to resist this low-level "mental power," so he simply let it be.
Nothing happened.
After being "touched" by the unknown substance, I didn't seem to feel anything else.
Being caught in the middle of the battle, Chu Jue couldn't afford to be distracted. The few stragglers from before were really weak, and she was still wondering why they were all defective.
Until the very end, the man who looked like a compressed biscuit revealed pure murderous intent to her—although she felt he was an overconfident beast who was tired of living and was rushing to his death.
Chu Jue was never one to be manipulated by others. Since the other party wanted her dead, she had no choice but to retaliate in kind.
...I just didn't expect this man to be just a pretty face, not much better than those defective products.
Oh right, he seemed to introduce himself before he died; he said his name was Ant.
It's also a very unique way of naming children.
Chu Jue was too lazy to be curious and ignored the defective products that had crawled away in fright, instead touching the corpses of the ants.
This is a habit Chu Jue developed from killing alien beasts over the years. When an alien beast dies, it will drop more or less spiritual cores, depending on the alien beast's own strength.
Although the thing in front of us looks like a human, who knows?
Unfortunately, after touching it for a long time, Chu Jue only managed to find a puppet toy, which looked like a model. If he remembered correctly, this was something the ants had touched before their attack.
After observing it repeatedly, Chu Jue couldn't figure out anything unusual, so he casually put it in his pocket.
Do not litter.
He also had a small bag on him, with something jingling inside. Chu Jue couldn't tell what it was, but he took it anyway.
They only possessed some external spoils of war, but lacked the internal spiritual core.
Is it because his corpse isn't broken enough? If it were broken, would it split into a spiritual core like a strange beast?
Chu Jue was eager to try, but before she could study it carefully, she heard a "ding-dong" sound in her mind, like the sound effect of customer service coming online, but when she listened again, there was no sound.
She had just recovered from tinnitus when she started experiencing auditory hallucinations again?
Or has some kind of enemy that makes a clanging sound appeared?
Chu Jue stood there warily for a long time, but the sound stopped.
She had no choice but to suppress her doubts for the time being, and after thinking it over, the idea of dismembering the body faded away—the current situation was not suitable for doing such a thing—Chu Jue turned his gaze to the white dog that was staring at him curiously beside him.
She just noticed that this dog is very bold.
Aside from howling a few times at the beginning, he later seemed to enjoy it and wasn't scared away by the scene of her killing. Instead, he came closer with interest to see what he was doing.
So this is what a creature called a dog is—loving to join in the fun.
The man and the dog stared at each other. It was the first time Chu Jue had met a dog's eyes at such close range, and he felt quite curious.
This is a living, breathing dog. Its eyes are bright and clear, far more agile than those of a mechanical dog.
"How does it feel?"
"The biological dog asked."
Upon hearing that childish female voice, Chu Jue subconsciously responded, then paused for a second before realizing—wait, she spoke?
What? Dogs can talk?
The biological dog cleared its throat and said somewhat awkwardly, "Well, let me make this clear first, I can handle them myself... I don't need you to save me to survive."
After speaking, he carefully observed Chu Jue's reaction.
The dog noticed that Chu Jue's expression remained indifferent, not like he was trying to blackmail someone for a favor, so it continued:
"But thank you anyway for taking care of them. I could have done it myself, but it saved me the trouble... Um, thank you..."
The volume of her voice gradually decreased, and Chu Jue couldn't help but chuckle as he listened to her increasingly soft "thank you."
A dog, resembling a young, immature creature, awkwardly said thank you to her.
What a lovely scene.
"You're welcome." Chu Jue thought for a moment, "What a coincidence, we speak the same language."
Biological Dog: ?
The biological dog was puzzled: "What do you mean?"
Chu Jue: "Exactly, dogs can talk?"
The biological dog rolled its eyes at her: "You're a two-legged human. If you can talk, what can't I say?"
Chu Jue was not offended by her words. After thinking for a moment, he nodded and said, "Okay, I see."
She gradually came to understand everything.
Fang Zhiyi: ?
What was she even saying about "oh, so that's how it is" during this pointless conversation?
"Hmph, since you saved me, I'll allow you to know my name—I'm Fang Zhiyi. Um... what about you?"
"Fang Zhiyi, this name suits you very well." Chu Jue said to the dog-faced man with a straight face, "My name is Chu Jue."
"Oh, Chu Jue." Fang Zhiyi hummed, seemingly pleased by the compliment.
She extended her dog paw to Chu Jue to express her friendship, which in her eyes was almost like saying, "From now on, you'll be following me."
Chu Jue squeezed the dog's paw, and the furry feel captivated her.
Her gaze lingered on Fang Zhiyi's bloodstained white fur, and she then remembered that Fang Zhiyi seemed to have been injured just now.
She reminded Fang Zhiyi, "You seem to be injured."
Fang Zhiyi was taken aback: "Injured? Me?"
She tried to turn her head to look at herself, but failed. After staring at her tail for a long time, she gave up.
"No, I don't feel any pain anywhere... Oh, I know, you mean there's blood on my pubic hair? Really, it's just that servant's blood."
Fang Zhiyi explained.
"He's been watching you ever since you made your dark entrance. I seized the opportunity and bit him several times. After I bit him, he knelt down and begged for mercy. Maybe he rubbed against my fur at some point."
Seeing Chu Jue's surprise, Fang Zhiyi flicked her tail:
"Don't worry, I'm so strong, how could I possibly get hurt! On the contrary, you're still bleeding from your face."
This wound looks very painful; I don't know how Chu Jue could endure it.
She gently rubbed Chu Jue's still-bleeding face with her dog paw, her movements very light, afraid of hurting him. Then she noticed a few dog hairs had gotten on them and quickly and guiltily brushed them off.
Chu Jue noticed her little action but didn't pay attention. He also wiped his hand and calmly looked at the bloodstains that were wiped into his palm.
Chu Jue is very strong, and superficial injuries are not common for her.
Although they have been on several battlefields, the pilots are more likely to suffer mental damage than physical wounds due to the protection of their mechs.
Such wounds can be quickly healed with some mental energy.
"It's nothing, just a minor injury," Chu Jue said as he took action.
When she focused her mental energy as usual, she realized that something was wrong.
Her vast spiritual power, at this moment, seemed to have shrunk into a small shell, just like a designer who had gone offline.
For some unknown reason, I also lost contact with her, with only a small part remaining in her mind.
This familiar yet strange feeling hadn't occurred in a long time—her mental strength was showing signs of "damage."
If her mental strength was once at the top-tier Super S level, now it may only be the most basic "F" level left.
She could no longer freely mobilize her mental energy.
Chu Jue remained outwardly calm, inwardly processing the shocking truth.
The designer inexplicably returned to the initial state, and now his mental energy is leaking out like a sieve.
Being in another world is a terrible start.
Chu Jue took a deep breath.
However, since it has already happened, it is more important to adjust one's mindset and adapt to reality than to be upset.
Compared to her initial assumptions before jumping into the wormhole, this wasn't the worst outcome.
It's just a matter of finding out the reason and starting over.
Fang Zhiyi, waiting for her to make a move but seeing no follow-up: ?
"Aren't you going to treat minor injuries?" Fang Zhiyi didn't quite understand humans. Seeing Chu Jue kill someone while still wounded and then chat with her for a long time, she wondered if Chu Jue didn't care about her injuries at all.
Chu Jue: ...
It's a bit awkward.
"There was a small mishap," she could only explain.
Upon hearing this, Fang Zhiyi assumed that the energy she had expended when saving her earlier was too great, which was why she couldn't even heal her own wounds.
Feeling a little guilty, Fang Zhiyi glanced at Chu Jue with her dog eyes and then sniffed at her with her dog nose.
After confirming that there was no aura he disliked, he made a decision and then continued, "Well, then I'll reluctantly help you out."
She was never one to forget kindness, and she intended to use more spiritual power to heal Chu Jue's wound, but she found that the wound disappeared at an astonishing speed with just a slight movement.
Fang Zhiyi was somewhat surprised and couldn't help but say enviously, "Are all humans this amazing? Their recovery speed is really fast."
Chu Jue also felt his wounds being healed.
She struggled to articulate the specific sense of familiarity she felt when Fang Zhiyi used her unknown abilities.
This isn't mental power, but it does have some similarities... It's somewhat like the "mental power-like power" I felt when facing those defective products before.
Fang Zhiyi also possesses those "spiritual-like powers".
Such unknown abilities can appear in different species at the same time; this is indeed a completely different star system from the Imperial system.
"Thank you, you're really amazing." Chu Jue praised him first, then Chao Jue casually inquired, "What kind of special ability is this?"
Fang Zhiyi's tail quickly wagged its head in the air.
"Oh dear, I am indeed somewhat special compared to you humans, but you have quite the eye for talent. Unlike those short-sighted officials, hmph, even without a spirit realm, I am still a genius in spirit cultivation."
Although he didn't know why Fang Zhiyi suddenly became so passionate, Chu Jue caught a glimpse of an unfamiliar term: "Spirit Realm?"
And the terms she used, such as "spiritual power" and "spiritual cultivation,"... it turns out that the "spiritual-like power" was called spiritual power.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at her with some disdain, feeling that she was being questioned:
"That's right, Spirit Realm. You've never seen it before, have you? Since that's the case, since you saved me, I can show you around my Spirit Realm—I can only give you this opportunity because we met. Heh heh, you should be secretly happy!"
Based on Fang Zhiyi's repeated emphasis, Chu Jue could easily guess that the Spirit Realm was a rather rare place.
These terms are not difficult to understand. The so-called "spiritual power" here might be similar to their "spiritual power," Chu Jue guessed.
"Thank you," she said, following Fang Zhiyi's words. "So you're a genius in spiritual cultivation. I'll need you to teach me more about it."
"Huh? You're not a spirit practitioner?"
Fang Zhiyi looked at Chu Jue in surprise. So the reason she couldn't heal her wounds earlier was because she wasn't a Spiritualist? But her previous performance was so impressive—she wasn't a Spiritualist?
She's already this powerful even though she's not a spiritualist? She casually killed several low-level spiritualists with a tree branch.
Fang Zhiyi's expression showed obvious confusion: "Whether you can cultivate spirits is determined by your innate talent. If you don't have the talent, even a dog as powerful as me can't teach you."
Cultivating spirit requires the most basic talent, which sounds more like spiritual power. Chu Jue thought for a moment, then confidently said:
“I have talent, but I didn’t study it seriously before.”
Fang Zhiyi's expression was complicated; she felt that these words sounded strangely familiar.
Oh, that's what her male elders always say when they spoil their useless male children.
The neighbor's male dog can't learn anything. He's inconsistent in his efforts and just can't seem to develop any intelligence. All he does is pee on telephone poles.
But to be fair, it did have a lot of staying power. After it used its claws to scratch the tail of the worst-tempered mouse, the grass on its grave was already two meters high in just a few days.
"Alright." Since you put it that way, Fang Zhiyi's dark eyes darted around. "Then from today onwards, I will be your teacher."
Chu Jue still needed her to "answer his questions," and didn't mind being verbally taken advantage of by her: "Okay, thank you, teacher."
"You're welcome, my dog apprentice."
Chu Jue: ...
You were careless, damn it.
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