There was one question and one answer, and they fell back into silence.
He Ruge held a guilty conscience while coaxing the little monster. He was afraid that the little monster would ask him why it doesn’t hurt when they have physical contact, and why didn’t he allow physical contact before to mitigate the pain……
He Ruge introspected for a while, thinking that his past self simply had a heart dipped in lard [1], even coming up with such a flimsy excuse to deceive his cat.
But dying while holding onto a cat would also be a fine way to go.[2]
If he didn’t go to this extent, when would he ever have a chance[3] to hold this big cat?
It’s just that this posture was a bit strenuous. He Ruge didn’t dare to put his entire weight onto the little monster, so he could only bend over to hug the little monster, pressing his torso into the soft fur gently while his waist was supporting himself tiringly.
The tip of his nose was pressed close to the base of (the little monster’s) wings, and the heat from He Ruge’s exhalations ended up blowing onto the base of those wings. The little monster itched so badly that he wanted to shake out his wings. However, he was afraid of frightening the young man lying on his back.
He was feather light, and the little monster could barely feel the weight of the other party. This gave the little monster a surreal sense (that everything was an) illusion. Along with the lack of pain, he could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy. Tonight, he wasn’t left alone to endure the pain while curled up in the corner, the pain that was so strong it made him roll on the ground in pain.
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All this was like a dream, and maybe if he so much as twitched, the other would suddenly turn into a butterfly and flutter away.
It turned out that it wasn’t that difficult to endure at night when someone else was there (to accompany him).
Just as the little monster was in a good mood, he realized that the person on his back was moving to get up. The original feather-light weight became completely no weight, and the warmth on his back dissipated.
Was he preparing to leave?
This thought sprouted from the little monster’s heart like a pebble hitting the surface of still water, disturbing his state of mind which had just calmed down.
His tiger tail hooked onto He Ruge’s calf subconsciously. Under the other’s surprised gaze, the little monster pretended to be calm and said: “If there is no physical contact, it will hurt.”
He Ruge was stunned, he just bent over for too long and wanted to change his posture, but the little monster had……misunderstood?
Was he so afraid of him leaving? Was it purely from fear of pain, or was there a smidgen of reluctance to part? He Ruge looked down at the entangled tiger’s tail, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously. Maybe he should have given the little monster the nickname Little Sticky Rice Cake.
No, it should be Big Sticky Rice Cake.
He Ruge crouched down and wanted to grab the tiger tail. The thick tiger tail was very powerful, staggered with black and white stripes. He Ruge couldn’t fully grasp it with one hand, so he made do with grabbing the tip of the tail which was pure black, and contrasted with He Ruge’s fingers, making them seem exceptionally white.
The texture of the fur on the tail was also luxurious. Each strand of fur felt like it was dipped in deep-sea fish oil. There was not a single trace of split ends from the base to the tip. The white fur was as crystalline clear as fine snow, while the black fur was like ink-dipped fine brush.
He Ruge couldn’t help but grasp the tip of the tail with one hand and press the palm of his other hand onto the black “brush” tip. Under the little monster’s innocent gaze, He Ruge voiced: “Previously, I helped write out the name Miao Miao. Miao Miao, do you remember how to write the word ‘Miao’?”
He looked like a teacher who was spot-checking (a student’s) homework.
The little monster tilted his head, “I do.”
He Ruge was a little surprised. Perhaps he had always placed the labels of ‘dim’ and ‘fierce’ on his impression of the little monster, so he was unused to the little monster’s sudden show of intellect.
Blue eyes stared diligently at He Ruge’s palm as he used the tip of his tail to slowly and confidently write (the characters of the planet) Earth on He Ruge’s palm.
Miao (淼).
The little monster had never seen this type of writing before, as it did not belong to any of the languages he knew of; even the pronunciation was strange- “Meow Meow Meow”.
For the little monster who had a brain full of killing and gloom, memorizing words was an arduous task. But he wanted to put full effort into remembering everything related to He Ruge, as if the more he remembered the more important He Ruge was in his heart. Like this, even if he truly loses control and his ability to reason in the future, he would still never hurt this person again.
He didn’t want to hurt He Ruge.
It wasn’t because He Ruge was someone Xi Guican liked, nor because He Ruge’s blood was delicious, nor because He Ruge’s singing voice was amazing.
It was simply because He Ruge was He Ru Ge, that’s all.
When he moved his tail stroke by stroke and wrote out the word “Miao”, he witnessed He Ruge’s dark eyes light up slowly from surprise, glowing brighter and brighter like stars shining in the sky.
“Miao Miao is so smart.” He heard He Ruge’s warm and sincere praise.
No one had ever praised him before.
Maybe it was because he didn’t have any positive characteristics, and even he himself didn’t think he had any good characteristics. From the beginning, he was just an existence that Xi Guican awakened in his time of despair.
He was the product of an abnormal shift in this body, a separated piece of “Xi Guican’s” soul. He was, through and through, a monster.
In the endless darkness, he was the weapon Xi Guican grasped to pierce into the light. But he, he who was born in darkness, how could he help Xi Guican find the light. A black hole will devour all light, and he would destroy all the brilliance in Xi Guican’s life.
The best result for Xi Guican was for (the little monster) to transfer over all his memories and power. The accidentally separated soul fragments would then gradually attach themselves to the gaping hole and sew it whole again stitch by stitch, which could potentially create a complete “Xi Guican”.
……But, he didn’t want to.
He was a selfish, cold-blooded, emotionless villain who never considered the well-being of others, even if, technically, that person was also himself in a sense.
Therefore, he had always been hiding in a corner where Xi Guican couldn’t see him, accumulating strength in hopes that one day he could override Xi Guican’s memory and fully occupy this body.
He Ruge had his entire concentration focused on playing with the tail, and didn’t notice the little monster’s silence. His dream of playing with (the little tiger’s) tail unexpectedly came true tonight. They say happiness came in threes[4] and He Ruge felt like he was floating (from joy). He stroked the tail back and forth; the originally soft tail fur was about to be petted by He Ruge until it became a mini explosion.
It’s just… He Ruge felt something was a little off. At the start, he could hold around two-thirds of the tail with one hand, but as he looked, the tail suddenly grew longer.
Under his gaze, the pair of tiger claws also seemed to have grown a circle larger. He Ruge slowly raised his head and saw that the little monster in front of him was slowly expanding like a balloon. Previously, while standing, (the little monster was around his) waist and abdomen height. But, now, it seemed the little monster would grow up to his chest height, and based on this rate (or growth), it didn’t seem to be ending soon. His body length might even grow to the three-meter mark.
Oh, right, the gene altering solution would accelerate growth.
However, watching the little monster grow bigger had a huge impact on He Ruge. Because (the tiger was a fish’s) natural enemy, He Ruge worked hard everyday to overcome his physiological fear response to big cats. After finally adapting to the little monster’s appearance, without even having time to brace himself, he was now going to face an even bigger white tiger!
Too, too big.
His legs were a bit soft.
He Ruge subconsciously grasped onto the tiger tail with both hands just like a person with a fear of heights swaying on a high cable bridge and hanging onto the ropes (for dear life). His legs trembled faintly. Perhaps it’s because he sang for the cubs in the Ice Project and used up all his strength, He Ruge didn’t even have the strength to stand.
Incidentally, right at this moment, the little monster leaned his head closer while his blue eyes looked at He Ruge’s trembling legs strangely, “Are you tired from standing?”
His brain was blank, and He Ruge seemed to be able to see his own pallid face through those azure blue eyes. That face gradually transformed into an image of a fish on the chopping board, “Yes, a little bit.”
The thick-as-an-iron-chain tiger tail wrapped around He Ruge’s waist. In one smooth motion, the tiger’s tail exploded with astonishing power and easily lifted He Ruge up like plucking a radish, suspending him half a meter off the ground. He Ruge’s heart was so nervous that it was about to explode.
When He Ruge panicked to the point that his feet were swinging wildly, the little monster placed He Ruge on his back, “Grab onto my wings and don’t slide off.”
He Ruge sat feebly on the tiger’s back. His two hands were so tense that he didn’t know how to control his strength at all, and he could only tightly grasp the thin zerg wings with two fingers.
The zerg wings, which were originally thin and fragile like a piece of paper, had inexplicably become the thickness of a steel plate at some unknown point in time. Maybe it would even make a crisp clang if he knocked on it.
“He Ruge,” the hoarse, youthful voice sounded beside He Ruge’s ear, “Do you like the starry skies?”
Perhaps it was due to the song “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Stars”, the little monster came up with the speculation that He Ruge liked the starry sked.
Under the state of high mental stress, He Ruge himself wasn’t really aware of what he was saying: “It’s, it’s okay.”
“Then, in the future, you can sit on my back and I will take you flying to the stars.”
The little monster said: “If I do this, will you be happy?”
He Ruge finally recovered from his state of disorientation, and he spent three seconds recalling what the little monster had said. The scene described by the little monster appeared in his mind, and He Ruge suddenly felt that it was explosively cool.
Ride the biggest cat and gaze at the most beautiful stars.
He smiled sincerely like a parent who heard their child say they will be filial when they grew up: “Yes! Of course, I will!”
Those blue eyes, which had always been surging with the flames of violence, closed slightly, unskillfully attempting to cover the eager yearning swimming under his pupils, as the little monster whispered: “Then, that’s great.”
I can make you happy, that’s wonderful.
[1]Idiom: heart dipped in lard: had no conscience, a “blind heart”, apathetic
[2]Direct TL: but dying on the cat’s body, becoming a ghost was also joyous
[3]Direct TL: “Which Monkey year, horse month: generally referring to 12 year cycles. HRG is asking how many 12yr cycles it would take before he could hold the little monster
[4]“…Happiness came in threes”: direct translation: Happiness will follow two to make three
There was one question and one answer, and they fell back into silence.
He Ruge held a guilty conscience while coaxing the little monster. He was afraid that the little monster would ask him why it doesn’t hurt when they have physical contact, and why didn’t he allow physical contact before to mitigate the pain……
He Ruge introspected for a while, thinking that his past self simply had a heart dipped in lard [1], even coming up with such a flimsy excuse to deceive his cat.
But dying while holding onto a cat would also be a fine way to go.[2]
If he didn’t go to this extent, when would he ever have a chance[3] to hold this big cat?
It’s just that this posture was a bit strenuous. He Ruge didn’t dare to put his entire weight onto the little monster, so he could only bend over to hug the little monster, pressing his torso into the soft fur gently while his waist was supporting himself tiringly.
The tip of his nose was pressed close to the base of (the little monster’s) wings, and the heat from He Ruge’s exhalations ended up blowing onto the base of those wings. The little monster itched so badly that he wanted to shake out his wings. However, he was afraid of frightening the young man lying on his back.
He was feather light, and the little monster could barely feel the weight of the other party. This gave the little monster a surreal sense (that everything was an) illusion. Along with the lack of pain, he could no longer distinguish between reality and fantasy. Tonight, he wasn’t left alone to endure the pain while curled up in the corner, the pain that was so strong it made him roll on the ground in pain.
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All this was like a dream, and maybe if he so much as twitched, the other would suddenly turn into a butterfly and flutter away.
It turned out that it wasn’t that difficult to endure at night when someone else was there (to accompany him).
Just as the little monster was in a good mood, he realized that the person on his back was moving to get up. The original feather-light weight became completely no weight, and the warmth on his back dissipated.
Was he preparing to leave?
This thought sprouted from the little monster’s heart like a pebble hitting the surface of still water, disturbing his state of mind which had just calmed down.
His tiger tail hooked onto He Ruge’s calf subconsciously. Under the other’s surprised gaze, the little monster pretended to be calm and said: “If there is no physical contact, it will hurt.”
He Ruge was stunned, he just bent over for too long and wanted to change his posture, but the little monster had……misunderstood?
Was he so afraid of him leaving? Was it purely from fear of pain, or was there a smidgen of reluctance to part? He Ruge looked down at the entangled tiger’s tail, and the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously. Maybe he should have given the little monster the nickname Little Sticky Rice Cake.
No, it should be Big Sticky Rice Cake.
He Ruge crouched down and wanted to grab the tiger tail. The thick tiger tail was very powerful, staggered with black and white stripes. He Ruge couldn’t fully grasp it with one hand, so he made do with grabbing the tip of the tail which was pure black, and contrasted with He Ruge’s fingers, making them seem exceptionally white.
The texture of the fur on the tail was also luxurious. Each strand of fur felt like it was dipped in deep-sea fish oil. There was not a single trace of split ends from the base to the tip. The white fur was as crystalline clear as fine snow, while the black fur was like ink-dipped fine brush.
He Ruge couldn’t help but grasp the tip of the tail with one hand and press the palm of his other hand onto the black “brush” tip. Under the little monster’s innocent gaze, He Ruge voiced: “Previously, I helped write out the name Miao Miao. Miao Miao, do you remember how to write the word ‘Miao’?”
He looked like a teacher who was spot-checking (a student’s) homework.
The little monster tilted his head, “I do.”
He Ruge was a little surprised. Perhaps he had always placed the labels of ‘dim’ and ‘fierce’ on his impression of the little monster, so he was unused to the little monster’s sudden show of intellect.
Blue eyes stared diligently at He Ruge’s palm as he used the tip of his tail to slowly and confidently write (the characters of the planet) Earth on He Ruge’s palm.
Miao (淼).
The little monster had never seen this type of writing before, as it did not belong to any of the languages he knew of; even the pronunciation was strange- “Meow Meow Meow”.
For the little monster who had a brain full of killing and gloom, memorizing words was an arduous task. But he wanted to put full effort into remembering everything related to He Ruge, as if the more he remembered the more important He Ruge was in his heart. Like this, even if he truly loses control and his ability to reason in the future, he would still never hurt this person again.
He didn’t want to hurt He Ruge.
It wasn’t because He Ruge was someone Xi Guican liked, nor because He Ruge’s blood was delicious, nor because He Ruge’s singing voice was amazing.
It was simply because He Ruge was He Ru Ge, that’s all.
When he moved his tail stroke by stroke and wrote out the word “Miao”, he witnessed He Ruge’s dark eyes light up slowly from surprise, glowing brighter and brighter like stars shining in the sky.
“Miao Miao is so smart.” He heard He Ruge’s warm and sincere praise.
No one had ever praised him before.
Maybe it was because he didn’t have any positive characteristics, and even he himself didn’t think he had any good characteristics. From the beginning, he was just an existence that Xi Guican awakened in his time of despair.
He was the product of an abnormal shift in this body, a separated piece of “Xi Guican’s” soul. He was, through and through, a monster.
In the endless darkness, he was the weapon Xi Guican grasped to pierce into the light. But he, he who was born in darkness, how could he help Xi Guican find the light. A black hole will devour all light, and he would destroy all the brilliance in Xi Guican’s life.
The best result for Xi Guican was for (the little monster) to transfer over all his memories and power. The accidentally separated soul fragments would then gradually attach themselves to the gaping hole and sew it whole again stitch by stitch, which could potentially create a complete “Xi Guican”.
……But, he didn’t want to.
He was a selfish, cold-blooded, emotionless villain who never considered the well-being of others, even if, technically, that person was also himself in a sense.
Therefore, he had always been hiding in a corner where Xi Guican couldn’t see him, accumulating strength in hopes that one day he could override Xi Guican’s memory and fully occupy this body.
He Ruge had his entire concentration focused on playing with the tail, and didn’t notice the little monster’s silence. His dream of playing with (the little tiger’s) tail unexpectedly came true tonight. They say happiness came in threes[4] and He Ruge felt like he was floating (from joy). He stroked the tail back and forth; the originally soft tail fur was about to be petted by He Ruge until it became a mini explosion.
It’s just… He Ruge felt something was a little off. At the start, he could hold around two-thirds of the tail with one hand, but as he looked, the tail suddenly grew longer.
Under his gaze, the pair of tiger claws also seemed to have grown a circle larger. He Ruge slowly raised his head and saw that the little monster in front of him was slowly expanding like a balloon. Previously, while standing, (the little monster was around his) waist and abdomen height. But, now, it seemed the little monster would grow up to his chest height, and based on this rate (or growth), it didn’t seem to be ending soon. His body length might even grow to the three-meter mark.
Oh, right, the gene altering solution would accelerate growth.
However, watching the little monster grow bigger had a huge impact on He Ruge. Because (the tiger was a fish’s) natural enemy, He Ruge worked hard everyday to overcome his physiological fear response to big cats. After finally adapting to the little monster’s appearance, without even having time to brace himself, he was now going to face an even bigger white tiger!
Too, too big.
His legs were a bit soft.
He Ruge subconsciously grasped onto the tiger tail with both hands just like a person with a fear of heights swaying on a high cable bridge and hanging onto the ropes (for dear life). His legs trembled faintly. Perhaps it’s because he sang for the cubs in the Ice Project and used up all his strength, He Ruge didn’t even have the strength to stand.
Incidentally, right at this moment, the little monster leaned his head closer while his blue eyes looked at He Ruge’s trembling legs strangely, “Are you tired from standing?”
His brain was blank, and He Ruge seemed to be able to see his own pallid face through those azure blue eyes. That face gradually transformed into an image of a fish on the chopping board, “Yes, a little bit.”
The thick-as-an-iron-chain tiger tail wrapped around He Ruge’s waist. In one smooth motion, the tiger’s tail exploded with astonishing power and easily lifted He Ruge up like plucking a radish, suspending him half a meter off the ground. He Ruge’s heart was so nervous that it was about to explode.
When He Ruge panicked to the point that his feet were swinging wildly, the little monster placed He Ruge on his back, “Grab onto my wings and don’t slide off.”
He Ruge sat feebly on the tiger’s back. His two hands were so tense that he didn’t know how to control his strength at all, and he could only tightly grasp the thin zerg wings with two fingers.
The zerg wings, which were originally thin and fragile like a piece of paper, had inexplicably become the thickness of a steel plate at some unknown point in time. Maybe it would even make a crisp clang if he knocked on it.
“He Ruge,” the hoarse, youthful voice sounded beside He Ruge’s ear, “Do you like the starry skies?”
Perhaps it was due to the song “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Stars”, the little monster came up with the speculation that He Ruge liked the starry sked.
Under the state of high mental stress, He Ruge himself wasn’t really aware of what he was saying: “It’s, it’s okay.”
“Then, in the future, you can sit on my back and I will take you flying to the stars.”
The little monster said: “If I do this, will you be happy?”
He Ruge finally recovered from his state of disorientation, and he spent three seconds recalling what the little monster had said. The scene described by the little monster appeared in his mind, and He Ruge suddenly felt that it was explosively cool.
Ride the biggest cat and gaze at the most beautiful stars.
He smiled sincerely like a parent who heard their child say they will be filial when they grew up: “Yes! Of course, I will!”
Those blue eyes, which had always been surging with the flames of violence, closed slightly, unskillfully attempting to cover the eager yearning swimming under his pupils, as the little monster whispered: “Then, that’s great.”
I can make you happy, that’s wonderful.
[1]Idiom: heart dipped in lard: had no conscience, a “blind heart”, apathetic
[2]Direct TL: but dying on the cat’s body, becoming a ghost was also joyous
[3]Direct TL: “Which Monkey year, horse month: generally referring to 12 year cycles. HRG is asking how many 12yr cycles it would take before he could hold the little monster
[4]“…Happiness came in threes”: direct translation: Happiness will follow two to make three
