Quick Transmigration: God of Slaughter? But He Calls Me Baby! - Chapter 8

Qianzhou slept straight through until noon. He stretched lazily, his hair a complete mess like a chicken’s nest.

Last night’s sleep was truly too good—no one had disturbed him.

The moment he opened his eyes, 052 started shouting in his head.

Shattering the quiet of the morning.

[System 052: Host, what did you do yesterday?! Why did the strategy value suddenly increase by 10?!]

[Qianzhou: It went up by 10?!]

Under the blanket, Qianzhou touched his own butt. Not sore, nothing strange.

[Qianzhou: I wasn’t screwed, so why did it increase that much?]

[System 052: …]

[Qianzhou: I should be the one asking you—why didn’t you respond when I called you last night?]

[System 052: You didn’t call me last night.]

[Qianzhou: I called you a bunch of times.]

052 suddenly went quiet.

At that moment, Qianzhou realized something was wrong.

Whenever 052 dropped offline or had a bug, there should always be a record—no way it wouldn’t know.

[System 052: What exactly happened last night?]

[Qianzhou: Last night… it feels like nothing really happened.]

[System 052: Impossible. Many hosts suddenly die before midnight.]

[Qianzhou: If I have to say something, Gu Sheng was acting a little strange.]

Last night, Gu Sheng seemed to really like watching him.

Also, he liked hearing his name being called?

But he called him normally too, so what was so special about that?

Qianzhou picked up his phone, and the screen instantly lit up with a pile of unread messages.

The timestamp was 23:40 yesterday.

[Jiang En the Demon King]: Hey, why aren’t you replying to me?

[Jiang En the Demon King]: Fell asleep?

Five minutes later—

[Jiang En the Demon King]: Uncle Gu isn’t feeling unwell, right?

[Jiang En the Demon King]: Where are you, where are you? How can you sleep without saying goodnight?

Eight minutes later—

[Jiang En the Demon King]: Hmph!

Qianzhou blinked in confusion.

After Gu Sheng took his phone yesterday, it hadn’t vibrated once.

So why were all these messages only arriving now?

[System 052: …I understand now.]

[System 052: There’s something wrong with Gu Sheng.]

[System 052: Last night wasn’t a disconnect or a bug—I was blocked.]

[System 052: If it really was Gu Sheng, then his authority might even be higher than mine.]

System architecture was supposed to override the small world itself.

The probability of that happening was nearly zero.

…but not entirely impossible.

[System 052: Is there any way to confirm it?]

[Qianzhou: We can only wait until next Thursday. If I ask now, Gu Sheng won’t say anything.]

When that day came, he definitely couldn’t let himself get drowsy again.

He had to figure things out—only then could he leave this small world early. A 6S rating was just too dangerous.

Qianzhou lifted the blanket and saw a new set of clothes placed by the bed.

A soft white shirt and black shorts, tags neatly removed—his exact size.

The sun hit him, making him squint his eyes into slits. “My head feels dizzy…”

He rolled off the bed with his butt sticking out, groping blindly until he found his slippers and slipped them on.

He looked half-crippled.

[Qianzhou: My legs are so sore…]

Who knew how he managed to hold on yesterday?

Climbing twelve flights of stairs—no wonder today he’d turned into a useless wreck.

He leaned against the wall to pull himself up, then leaned against it again, inching toward the lounge door.

Click. The door opened, and Qianzhou poked his head in.

Gu Sheng was sitting at his computer, in the middle of a video conference, methodically explaining the project arrangements.

When he saw the boy appear, his voice faltered for a second.

“…That’s all for today.”

Just then, a soft “Gu Sheng” drifted into the microphone.

The boy’s voice was clear, tinged with drowsy laziness from just waking.

Everyone in the meeting went silent at once.

Gu Sheng shot the camera a cold glare. “What are you staring at?”

The participants were all senior staff—they knew their boss’s temper well.

“N-no, nothing, I’ll just log off…”

“Haha, didn’t hear a thing, nope, leaving now…”

Qianzhou, still leaning on the wall, shuffled to the sofa one tiny step at a time.

The sofa was piled with blankets, and under the coffee table were boxes of… snacks?

Jelly, fries, yogurt, chips—every kind of snack, even glass-bottled milk.

All neatly packed in three light-gray storage boxes.

Qianzhou swallowed hard.

So many… so many…

This was the power of 32 strategy points?!

He pulled out a bottle of milk and glanced around.

On Gu Sheng’s desk, he spotted a sleek little kettle.

The kettle was gray glass, with a matching base and a neat row of function buttons.

Qianzhou dropped the milk in, pressed the heating button.

Gu Sheng glanced at the kettle, then looked away after two seconds.

He gave a cold snort.

“I’m busy today. Don’t expect me to take care of you.”

“Oh.”

Then today was the perfect chance to escape.

Too bad he could barely walk, and there were still too many unanswered questions.

No way he could run…

He sighed.

Staring at the kettle as tiny bubbles began rising at the bottom.

Qianzhou pulled the milk out and downed it in two gulps.

He had a habit of drinking milk in the morning—it had to be warm, and in just the right amount to finish in exactly two gulps.

His requirements were ridiculously picky.

052 always said he was a nitpicker, cursing that he’d be thrown into an apocalypse.

And it really happened…

In the last small world, not only did he not have milk, he was chased by zombies every day.

His favorite chicken br3ast with bamboo shoots—never saw it. Braised pork? Forget it.

[Qianzhou: Uuuu what kind of hellish life was I living before—]

He popped a gummy into his mouth.

[System 052: Aren’t you going to run?]

[System 052: Aren’t you afraid Gu Sheng will do something to you?]

…Maybe I really should run.

Gu Sheng’s cold voice cut through.

“Where are you going?”

He stepped closer and closer until he was right behind Qianzhou, his gaze sweeping the boy from head to toe.

Finally, his eyes stopped on Qianzhou’s neck, as though checking for last night’s marks.

He pressed down the boy’s collar with his fingers. “The marks have faded.”

Qianzhou said, “They were already faint last night.”

At the mention of last night, Gu Sheng’s eyes narrowed.

“What did I say to you last night?”

“…You don’t remember?”

Then who exactly was the “Gu Sheng” from yesterday?

The aura was the same, but the subtle difference was undeniable.

More sinister. Scarier.

Unrestrained, reckless, almost manic.

Gu Sheng’s eyes darkened. “Just answer my question.”

Since he didn’t respond, Qianzhou was almost certain now.

“You said you didn’t want to look at the contract, and you patted my head.”

Gu Sheng clicked his tongue impatiently, his expression even darker than during the meeting earlier.

Watching his face carefully, Qianzhou tugged at his sleeve.

“Was it because of the medicine?”

Gu Sheng slid an arm around the boy’s slim waist, possessively pulling him half into his embrace.

“No.” Gu Sheng said.

“You really don’t remember last night?” Qianzhou blinked at him.

His soft hair swayed slightly with the movement.

Gu Sheng pressed down on his head.

“I remember…”

“Last night, I wanted to do something very excessive to you.”