Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 50

【Qian Zhou: You mean Gu Sheng is going to chase after me now?】

【System 052: Yep! Normally when the capture value reaches 80, don’t they all start piapiapia-ing?】

Based on 052’s past experience, the 80–90 range of capture value was the emotional heat-up stage. The target would develop strong desire toward the host—basically, a whole state of pent-up yearning.

052 spun in circles inside Qian Zhou’s head, bubbling with excitement and joy.

【Qian Zhou: You’re this happy?】

【System 052: Of course! After being stuck here so long, finally! Finally Gu Sheng is going to make his move!】

【System 052: And after we finish this mission I’ll get to see the Main God again, ahhh! Plus 100,000 points! Do you know what 100,000 points means?! A normal S-level small world maxes out at only 3,000 points—you’d have to grind forever for 100,000.】

【Qian Zhou: Why does this make us sound poor?】

052 suddenly went quiet.

【System 052: …Aren’t we poor?】

【Qian Zhou: !】

【Qian Zhou: Impossible!】

He had been working nonstop, never resting, not once!!

He’d perfectly cleared 86 S-level small worlds—he must have at least 250,000 points saved up!

How could 250,000 points be poor?!

【System 052: You burn through points like crazy.】

【Qian Zhou: But I really haven’t bought anything super expensive.】

【System 052: …Comrade Qian Xiaozhou, I think you really have no sense of spending.】

052 pulled up the points balance at the corner of the screen. Qian Zhou took one look at the number and nearly fainted.

Points balance: 567.

【System 052: Did you forget your little villa nestled against mountains and water? That cost 299,999 points—we still owe some mysterious benefactor 50,000.】

【Qian Zhou: …】

【System 052: And your precious morning milk. I don’t even want to start. The system mall has so many kinds of milk, and you only drink the most expensive—20 points a bottle!】

【System 052: These 567 points left? I scraped them together from recycling trash.】

【Qian Zhou: …Sorry.】

【System 052: You must’ve been some pampered noble in your past life. Blowing 300,000 points just like that.】

Qian Zhou not only had no sense of spending, but also gave zero respect to the big bosses in each zone.

Even when other hosts mentioned the Main God with reverence, he just found the Main God annoying?!

052 tried to console itself: sigh, well, he was a pitiful little stray picked out of the trash heap—no common sense was understandable.

Seeing Gu Sheng step out of the ward with his phone, Qian Zhou burrowed under the covers.

【Qian Zhou: Who’s this mysterious benefactor?】

【System 052: No clue. Very mysterious. They heard you were short 50,000 for the house and just transferred it.】

So generous?

But Qian Zhou didn’t think he knew anyone close enough for that. Fifty thousand points was no small number.

His eyes drifted to Gu Sheng’s silhouette outside the door, and another thought surfaced—maybe it was someone he’d known before, only he’d forgotten.

If he found that person, maybe he could uncover clues about his own past.

Still lost in thought, he felt a red bird head burrow under the blanket, blinking at him.

The bird spread its blue-green wings, a bald patch on its injured right side.

Ji Ji croaked in its greasy parrot bubble voice: “Baby, whatcha doin’?”

“…”

Qian Zhou swatted it out of the bed.

Then a loud voice bellowed from the door:

“Ji Ji—!”

Pei Fangyu leaned against the doorframe, wearing a t-shirt and baggy shorts, grinning like an idiot.

He saw the big parrot on the bed first, then Qian Zhou lying there.

His neck shrank, and he bolted.

Qian Zhou: “?”

Was he hallucinating? Why would that guy be here?

Qian Zhou slipped on his slippers, slowly shuffled to the doorway, and peeked into the hallway.

Gu Sheng had been right outside on the phone—now he was gone too.

Perplexed, Qian Zhou went back to the room and looked out the window.

There was Pei Fangyu downstairs, sprinting like the wind, limbs a blur, vanishing in a gust.

Ji Ji hopped onto the windowsill, peering down, and squawked: “Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!”

【System 052: …Such a harsh insult.】

Qian Zhou burst out laughing—only to see Pei Fangyu come running back, arms full of roses.

He bounded along like a big dog, laughing all the way. Passersby turned their heads to look.

Thump thump thump—he rushed back up, stopped at the ward door, and looked up at Qian Zhou standing by the window, framed by sunlight, hair haloed, waist leaning against the sill.

Pei Fangyu’s mind was filled with: Beautiful. Gorgeous. Like a fairy.

He completely forgot about looking for his grandpa’s parrot, dropped to one knee with the roses clutched in hand.

Pei Fangyu gazed up at him. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

【System 052: Ooooh! He wants to chase you too!】

【Qian Zhou: Stop gawking, what if Gu Sheng comes back ahhhh!】

The blazing red roses in his arms felt like molten lava. Qian Zhou was flustered.

“Y-You, stand up first.”

He edged back. Pei Fangyu scratched his head, face red. “Kinda rushed, huh? I actually wanted to buy 999 roses, but I was too impatient… Take these first, I’ll get you better ones later!”

“No need, really!” Qian Zhou waved his hands.

Just then, a familiar voice drifted from outside the ward:

“You wouldn’t believe it, sis-in-law. On the cruise there was this nutcase chasing people, trying to make them smell his dandruff.”

“So creepy, you couldn’t even shove him off.”

A fluffy chestnut-colored head poked in at the door—Jiang En squinting in.

When he saw Qian Zhou, he froze, needing a few seconds to steady himself.

Hands on his hips, Jiang En declared: “Found you at last!”

He glared at Qian Zhou—then his expression crumbled, eyes turning red.

Cheng Xiao leaned on the frame. “Go on, you’ve been searching for days.”

Qian Zhou watched Jiang En walk up—then suddenly got pulled into a hug.

Pei Fangyu turned to stone. “Not fair, I didn’t even hug him yet.”

“Why should you?!” Jiang En snapped.

Pei Fangyu mumbled, “But I was here first…”

Only then did Jiang En notice the roses in Pei Fangyu’s hands—and his kneeling pose. His face twisted. “What the heck are you doing?”

Qian Zhou rested his hand on Jiang En’s back—he trusted his combat strength.

Pei Fangyu raised the bouquet. “When you see someone you like, you should boldly confess.”

Cheng Xiao, watching the green-winged macaw on the windowsill, arched a brow. Bold kid.

Daring to set his sights on Gu Sheng’s person.

Jiang En sneered. “Who proposes in baggy shorts?”

Pei Fangyu argued, “It’s not a proposal—I’m chasing him. He hasn’t agreed to be my wife yet.”

And then, a cold, ascetic voice sounded from the doorway:

“Who do you want as your wife?”

Qian Zhou looked over at Gu Sheng standing there—and covered his face.

It was over.