Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 6

Gu Sheng held a cup of coffee, standing on the rooftop and looking down at the row of black dots moving around the business district below.

Beside him came the sound of the boy vomiting again.

Qian Zhou was hunched over the toilet, throwing up everything he had eaten that night until nothing was left.

His body was completely drained of strength—he could only walk by supporting himself against the wall.

“Gu Sheng…”

“Hm?”

Qian Zhou lay on the sofa and pointed weakly to the black bag on the table.

“Your medicine.”

After saying that, his throat felt sore, dry, and uncomfortable again.

He tried to reach for the glass of water on the table, but his arm was so sore and weak that he couldn’t lift it.

Always just a little short.

A slender, handsome hand pushed the water cup a little closer to him.

The boy turned over and, tilting his head back, locked eyes with the man.

Gu Sheng lowered his head slightly, his expression much softer than before. For the first time, there was a trace of real gentleness.

Qian Zhou noticed that Gu Sheng’s eyes were beautiful—

Sharp, handsome features, pupils slightly lighter in color, cool and detached.

No matter how you looked at him, he didn’t seem like the type to call someone “baby.”

“How long do you plan on staring?” Gu Sheng asked.

Qian Zhou blinked and realized he had hogged the entire sofa.

“Oh… you sit.”

He shuffled aside to make space for him.

Gu Sheng sat down and picked up the black bag on the table.

For some reason, Qian Zhou also sat up straighter.

Inside the bag was a mess of bottles and jars. Qian Zhou didn’t recognize any of them, so he had just brought them all.

“You have to take these every week?”

The boy tilted his head at him.

Gu Sheng opened one package. “Not always.”

Seeing how slowly he was unpacking, Qian Zhou helped him.

He unscrewed a small white medicine bottle.

“Three pills.”

Qian Zhou obediently shook three pills into his palm.

At first Gu Sheng took them himself, but soon he simply held out his hand, only reporting the number.

In no time, the pile of pills in Gu Sheng’s palm looked like a little mountain.

Then he picked up his coffee and swallowed the medicine in two gulps.

The way he ate them didn’t look like taking medicine at all—more like eating a meal.

And none of the pills had any sugar coating.

Qian Zhou’s face scrunched up just watching. His eyes followed Gu Sheng’s moving Adam’s apple without blinking.

Only after confirming that he had swallowed did he finally let out a huge sigh of relief.

Gu Sheng leaned his chin on his knuckles and let out a low chuckle.

【Affection +2】

Qian Zhou froze. “What are you laughing at?”

Gu Sheng asked, “Who’s the one actually taking medicine here?”

Before Qian Zhou could answer, something was suddenly stuffed into his mouth.

He didn’t dare chew, afraid Gu Sheng was trying to poison him.

But the sour-sweet coating quickly dissolved, and Qian Zhou realized it wasn’t poison—

It was a vitamin C gummy with a hawthorn flavor.

“…Tastes good.”

Qian Zhou leaned back on the sofa, chewing happily.

After finishing, he poked Gu Sheng’s arm with a finger. “Do you have more?”

Gu Sheng glanced sideways at him. “Yes.”

“I want more.” Qian Zhou held out his hand.

“Find it yourself.”

As if he’d be scared of him.

He rummaged without hesitation—

And ended up pulling a small bag of white powder from Gu Sheng’s suit pocket.

The transparent bag was only half the size of his palm, filled with tiny crystalline grains.

There was no label or writing.

“White sugar?”

Qian Zhou opened the bag, dipped his finger in, and was about to taste it.

That was when 052’s frantic scream exploded in his head:

【System 052: Host, don’t! That’s a hallucinogen, not sugar!!!】

Time seemed to slow infinitely.

First, Qian Zhou saw the tiny crystal clinging to his fingertip—

Its color murkier than sugar.

Then, from the corner of his eye, he noticed—Gu Sheng was watching him.

Not a trace of concern. Not even the slightest move to stop him.

Qian Zhou’s heart sank violently.

Even with 22 affection points, Gu Sheng still wouldn’t show him mercy?

So Gu Sheng really was an emotionless, extreme psychopath.

Countless thoughts flashed through Qian Zhou’s mind in that single second.

How pure was this hallucinogen?

Why was Gu Sheng just watching him eat it?

What exactly did he want?

But it was too late to think further.

He wasn’t supposed to know it was a hallucinogen.

Qian Zhou’s lashes trembled lightly, and in front of Gu Sheng,

He licked the small crystal from his fingertip with the tip of his tongue.

“Huh… no taste.”

Slowly, he sealed the bag and slipped it back into Gu Sheng’s pocket.

Gu Sheng stared at him quietly. “Because it’s not sugar.”

“What is it then?” Qian Zhou asked.

Gu Sheng gathered the medicine bottles into the bag, his eyes unreadable.

He stood up, walked toward the desk, brushing past the boy.

His voice was low and hoarse:

“Ah… I forgot.”

Qian Zhou stayed on the sofa for a few seconds, then suddenly bolted up—

Stumbling straight into the bathroom.

【System 052: Host, are you okay?】

【Qian Zhou: vomits】

He leaned over the toilet, throwing up again.

【System 052: Ahhh—is it because of that hallucinogen?!】

Qian Zhou didn’t move. After a while, he rinsed his mouth with water.

【System 052: Gu Sheng really tried to hurt you!】

【Qian Zhou: No.】

【System 052: Huh?】

【Qian Zhou: I think I was just hungry.】

The boy smacked his lips. He didn’t feel dizzy, and he wasn’t hallucinating.

【System 052: Eh? I was just about to say—you shouldn’t have come back to deliver his medicine.】

【Qian Zhou: I think Gu Sheng’s actually treating me pretty well.】

052 thought for a moment—then instantly turned starry-eyed.

【System 052: So you’ve decided to really pursue him?】

【Qian Zhou: I’ve decided to wait until tomorrow to carry out my escape plan.】

【System 052: Oh, still planning to run? Why?】

【Qian Zhou: I’m afraid he’ll pounce on me.】

【System 052: …】

The reason he chose to escape tomorrow was because tonight was a critical checkpoint.

He had to survive until the third day.

So far, no strategy guide had ever made it to day three alive—that was just too bizarre.

It was as if the world itself ended on the third day.

And everything he’d experienced so far, compared to a terrifying “6S” difficulty rating, felt more like a baby tutorial made just for him.

What if, once the newbie protection ended, he suddenly got hit with something big?

He wasn’t sure if he would end up like the others—dead tonight.

Qian Zhou stared at his reflection in the mirror. He flicked some cold water from his fingers onto the glass.

【Qian Zhou: I, little Qian Zhou, won’t be scared!】

【System 052: Your fingers are shaking.】

【Qian Zhou: Pft! T-that’s just hunger…】

The bathroom glass door was tapped gently. Gu Sheng’s voice came, low and calm:

“Come out.”

Qian Zhou grabbed a tissue to dry his hands. As soon as he stepped out, he smelled the rich fragrance of congee.

Inside the black-and-white president’s office, two steaming bowls of porridge and a few side dishes had been set down on top of official documents.

The congee was still letting off curling white steam.

“Wow—”

Qian Zhou grabbed Gu Sheng’s sleeve and shook it. “Thank you~”

Then he went to eat.

Obedient as could be.

The assistant soon brought in another bag of food boxes—steamed shrimp dumplings, soup-filled buns,

And a custard dish covered with a golden layer of oil, sprinkled with scallions.

Ah, being a CEO really was nice—the company cafeteria could just cook on command.

Qian Zhou looked out at the city lights through the floor-to-ceiling window, then turned to the square clock on the wall.

9:00 PM.

Three hours left until midnight.