CHAPTER 117: CHAPTER 92: THE SCRIPT

The Red Lotus Carp was having an existential crisis.

According to the law, as Lotus Carp mutates, it retains its original exclusive skills.

Could the Slime in front be a Holy Lotus Carp in disguise after mutating from a Cyan Lotus Carp, or perhaps a Cyan Lotus Carp mutated from a Holy Lotus Carp? Otherwise, how would it possess the exclusive skills of both?

A barrage of skills came like they were free of charge, and the Red Lotus Carp, with its strong physique, resisted for ten minutes before the Deathless White Light shattered.

"Not bad, chubby Carp!"

Li Cunxu praised. Though Xiaoruan had held back a bit, the Red Lotus Carp truly endured for ten minutes without uttering a cry of pain.

Li Anle carried the Red Lotus Carp into the treatment pod. In less than three minutes, the pod doors opened, and the Red Lotus Carp was bustling with energy again.

"It really should lose weight; it’s too fat," Li Cunxu said.

The Red Lotus Carp was puffing angrily; it was called fat again but had to endure it, or else the Beast Master would get upset.

Usually, Li Shiji wouldn’t call it fat. The people of the Saint Lotus Li Family thought that fat was good. Li Anle, being young, didn’t have a stance on fatness and even felt that its chubbiness was a bit adorable.

Up to now, only Li Cunxu spoke openly.

"I may be fat, but I’m very agile," the Red Lotus Carp argued defiantly.

"Agile? Then why didn’t you dodge all of Xiaoruan’s skills just now?"

"It’s a Holy Lotus Carp too, the same tribe but more excellent than me. It’s normal I couldn’t dodge."

The Puppet Little White Spider, brought out by Li Cunxu to see the holy beast, said, "Xiaoruan is just a Slime, not a Holy Lotus Carp."

The Red Lotus Carp asked, "Then how does it know the exclusive skill of Cyan Lotus Carp [Cyan Lotus Sword Blade] and the exclusive skill of Holy Lotus Carp [Constant Light Armor]?"

The Little White Spider explained, "It learned them by eating special holy meals."

The Red Lotus Carp stammered, "So... so it really is a Slime."

"Of course."

The Red Lotus Carp felt like it had been struck by lightning.

It actually lost to a Slime.

The majestic sacred beast of the Dragon Race actually lost to a Slime.

The Red Lotus Carp’s eyes were vacant; its highly proud inner self found this hard to accept.

Where was Li Anle? This was a perfect time to educate a pet beast.

Li Cunxu glanced around, seeing Li Anle’s eyes sparkling as she held up the Puppet Little White Spider and praised, "You can talk too, that’s amazing!"

Really, Li Anle needed a crash course on how to master beasts and correctly become a Beast Master.

If she won’t educate, I will; after all, I’m her brother.

Li Cunxu stepped forward and patted the Red Lotus Carp’s head.

The Red Lotus Carp was about to get angry—being a Dragon Race, moreover a sacred beast, how could anyone just touch its head?

But recalling just now, when it lost to his pet Slime, it felt unqualified to get mad, sullenly lowering its head.

Li Cunxu consoled, "Don’t worry, only the few of us are here. If neither of us says anything, no one else will know you lost to a Slime."

The Red Lotus Carp, reignited with fighting spirit inside, thought, Yes! Nobody knows, as long as I become stronger than the Slime next time, then no one will know my shameful history.

Li Cunxu continued, "Lose some weight, work hard, trim down your body. You don’t want your loss to a Slime to be known by other Holy Lotus Carps and Cyan Lotus Carps, do you?"

The Red Lotus Carp stared incredulously at Li Cunxu.

Are you a demon!

Threatening me with this.

I won’t yield? Maybe.

The face-loving Red Lotus Carp was successfully intimidated, from then on starting a highly disciplined weight loss regimen, but the journey was particularly bumpy.

The Red Lotus Carp wasn’t naturally fat but plumped up by being overfed with holy meals and Spiritual Food.

While doing high-quality exercises, it kept eating lavish holy meals. Weight didn’t go down, but its strength soared.

Night fell.

Li Cunxu also left. Li Anle wanted her brother to stay the night but was politely declined by Li Cunxu.

Li Cunxu pinched Li Anle’s adorably chubby cheeks, "Don’t be so upset. Don’t we video chat every day?"

"But I want the close companionship of my brother," Li Anle pouted.

"No, the underlying reasons are hard to explain."

Not staying overnight is to create a false appearance of Li Cunxu being antagonistic towards Li Shiji, rejecting all his ties, including the small courtyard he provided for his sister.

Li Cunxu strolled along the broad road, the buildings on either side towering like giants, their window lights coalescing into a brilliant galaxy, traffic lights at the crossroads flashing rhythmically, conducing the flow of cars, while the flickering neon lights rendered the night city exceedingly enchanting.

He liked wandering the streets alone, contemplating future plans.

That atmosphere could speed up his thoughts, improve his mood, and recollect more fragmented memories of the past.

Suddenly, on the zebra crossing, an old man with a cane hurriedly crossed. Just as the green light was about to turn red, he absentmindedly tripped over the curb.

The old man tried several times but couldn’t get up.

Li Cunxu contemplated whether to help. Helping would be a good deed and make him feel good all day, but what if the old man was a con artist?

Sigh! Those con artists.

Now, even trying to do a good deed, one has to wonder whether it’s a trap, whether the old man really fell, or if he’ll make trouble.

Not helping posed no risk, but it made him feel slightly guilty.

Sigh! Morality being too high isn’t always good.

Li Cunxu hesitated, hoping others would assist, yet people around acted as if they hadn’t seen a thing and walked away.

Could it be, that society’s already like this?

Li Cunxu glanced up and saw a supermarket surveillance camera aiming this way.

Help.

"Old man, are you hurt? Let me help you up."

Seeing the old man’s face, Li Cunxu was instantly frozen, muscles tensing involuntarily.

Damn it, no wonder passersby acted as if they hadn’t seen anything; this is a scripted scenario, and the one who helps can only be him.

Li Cunxu recognized that face.

That face had a seven-point resemblance to Li Shiji’s.

He was Li Shiyin, Li Shiji’s older brother.

Li Cunxu’s grand-uncle.

Also known as the arch-nemesis who annihilated Li Shiji’s entire family in the game storyline.

Li Cunxu’s least wanted confrontation at the moment.

Li Shiyin curiously said, "Young man, from your reaction, you recognize me."

Li Cunxu’s brain was racing, but the hands supporting Li Shiyin couldn’t stop shaking. He overestimated his resolve.

An absolute newcomer, unwilling to leave the starter village, encountering a version 6.0 boss—this experience was indescribably dreadful.

Judging by the set-up, it’s a version 6.0 boss purposely waiting for him, even designing an old-help scenario for him.

This Li Shiyin version boss is not ordinary; he’s among the few that players cannot defeat, no matter their combined efforts.

Feigning calmness, Li Cunxu stated, "I don’t know you, but your face reminds me of someone I detest."

Li Shiyin was quite satisfied with this response, knowing well that the person Li Cunxu referred to was Li Shiji.

"Young lad, why is your hand trembling?"