Game Therapy
“The Good-Evil Apparatus is my masterpiece, but it still has many shortcomings, such as defining the scope of negative emotions too broadly.”
“I wanted to spend a few more years perfecting its flaws, but mysteriously, a force is manipulating me, forcing me to prematurely reveal the Good-Evil Apparatus like a puppeteer pulling strings…”
“Perhaps I’ve gone mad. I can’t stop myself. How do I resist myself? Maybe I can modify my own memories. The only thing I can do is set a self-destruct mechanism within the Good-Evil Apparatus and then forget everything.”
“To struggle against oneself is truly pitiful and laughable, even more so than Mao Zhengyong. Mao Zhengyong… how could he abandon his principles and conduct forbidden human experiments for the Federation? I still remember the day of the Anlarhos Award announcement, when I went to see him and found only his cold corpse.”
“He was a coward, an executioner… like me. No, I’m not like him. My experimental subjects were all guilty; they deserved to die. I just made their deaths more meaningful.”
“Perhaps I’m truly mad. Only a madman wants to deceive himself, hide from himself, and fight against himself. I wrote the self-destruct mechanism of the Good-Evil Apparatus in code in Mao Zhengyong’s notebook. Perhaps one day, when I unintentionally flip open the notebook again, I will see the hidden code—”
“The command to destroy the Good-Evil Apparatus is: mzywdgg.”
Today, the little tabby cat girl watched the ceremony livestream with her sister. She had transformed into her beast form- a thin, gray-brown tabby cat, curled up in her sister’s arms.
Her sister had recovered from illness during this period and was actively looking for a job. Although the new job paid much less than her previous one, the little tabby cat girl was happy.
Combined with the money they earned from livestreaming, the sisters could take care of themselves. The little tabby cat girl had already planned her future—
She would study hard, earn scholarships, attend university tuition-free, and work part-time in college. She and her sister would strive hard, save money, and start anew in a different environment. They would move to a place where no one knew about her sister’s past, buy a two-bedroom apartment, and when her sister grew old, she would take care of her, just as her sister had taken care of her initially.
The woman’s slender fingers stroked through the gray-brown fur of the cat, her voice gentle, “You’re too thin. I can feel your bones. You need to eat more, okay?”
Purring softly, the little tabby cat nuzzled her sister’s hand, murmuring softly, “But you’re thin too, even thinner than me.”
A helpless smile appeared on the face that had just recovered from a serious illness.
“Alright, we both need to eat more, okay?”
She rubbed the tabby cat’s head and lowered her gaze, whispering softly, “… In a little while, let’s go visit Mom in prison and then sweep Dad’s grave. Let them know that we are doing well and working hard.”
The little tabby cat licked her face with her paws, fell silent for a moment, then meowed softly, a sign of agreeing with her sister’s words.
She lifted her head again to look at the floating screen in the air, “Oh, let’s watch the livestream first. The military parade is especially handsome. Huh? Why is the honor guard so disorganized this time?”
The barrage comments were clearly mocking the honor guard:
“So sloppy, right? Did they even rehearse?”
“Not even uniform in height… speechless.”
“Is there a scar on the face of the second column’s first row? I remember ceremonial soldiers must meet high standards; having a scar disqualifies them from participating in such a parade.”
“I heard this honor guard is all veterans from the second Star Wars.”
“Wait, why did the background music suddenly change? It’s giving me goosebumps.”
“Huh huh huh? The honor guard suddenly aligned! Wow wow wow so neat! Like clones! I shouldn’t have doubted the Federation soldiers’ strength!”
“The sky suddenly darkened, is it just my imagination? It’s early morning, why does the entire square look darker?”
“Isn’t this too orderly! So damn impressive! But why are they all walking towards the stands? Why point their guns towards the stands? Damn it! Why shoot energy bullets towards the stands?! Is this a performance?!”
Thousands of elite warriors who had participated in the Second Star War swiftly fired their energy guns, pouring intense firepower towards the stands.
Countless energy bullets seemed to burst like fireworks towards the stands. What He Ruge saw was this dazzling and dreamlike scene, where deadly attacks that could snatch the lives of everyone on the stands approached incredibly quickly yet seemed unusually slow.
In his eyes, these attacks were slow-moving; each energy bullet’s trajectory was predictable. If he wished, He Ruge could evade these attacks unscathed and leave the square.
The formations of soldiers and swordsmen were similar; they only had effect within a certain range. Once outside the attack range, they were useless. After all, He Ruge could run and jump; he wasn’t a sitting duck.
But…
He could run, yet the innocent spectators on the stands couldn’t escape. He Ruge thought, the gluttonous beast truly never tires of novelty. Last time at the Blue Whale Orphanage, he had correctly predicted he wouldn’t abandon the cubs, and this parade was no different.
But what could he do about it?
With He Ruge’s countless experiences in reading texts, he knew that the more critical the moment, the more he needed to stay calm and composed, fearless in the face of danger. His expression couldn’t falter, his breathing couldn’t be erratic, and ideally, he should deliver a strong line to ensure the villains didn’t get too cocky.
The young man with black hair and black eyes raised his jaw slightly, and his voice was extremely cold.
He whispered softly to “Wu Chengdeng” beside him, “I can kill you once, and I can kill you a second time.”
The scene was too noisy and noisy, and the audience guarding the live broadcast room couldn’t hear what He Ruge said, but they could see “Wu Chengdeng”’s smile disappear instantly.
On the stands, all the spectators were fleeing in panic. At the moment when the energy bullets were about to explode, He Ruge began to sing. His voice, capable of penetrating everything, resounded across the square.
Everyone could see He Ruge’s originally black hair suddenly growing wildly down to his ankles, resembling ink spilled in motion. Sharp ears emerged from his hair, and the pants covering his legs were suddenly torn apart, revealing a long, slender fish tail exposed in the air.
Brilliant red scales combined with a few white ones, each scale emitting a lustrous glow, like stars from the heavens scattered across the earth.
The soul-trembling singing continued, drowning out the piercing noise of forbidden melodies. Invisible sound waves collided with the energy bullets, causing the formidable energy within them to silently dissipate, transforming into streams of light dispersing in the air, as if it were a true performance.
“!!! What am I seeing?! A living mermaid?!”
“This is a real mermaid, unlike those fish-headed merfolk!”
“Is this a performance? Such a novel form.”
“Waaah, the divine voice… Mom, I’m in tears.”
“I finally know what form Ruge’s beast shape is, it’s so beautiful!”
A taste of blood filled his throat as He Ruge sang this war song, feeling a sudden weakness as all his spiritual and faith energies were stripped from his body. At the same time, he felt a piercing pain throughout his entire body.
It wasn’t just physical pain; it was also a pain in his spiritual consciousness.
His shadow was being nibbled away bit by bit by the shadow of “Wu Chengdeng” beside him.
With each bite, He Ruge felt intense pain. He should leave the stands, escape the range covered by the glutton’s shadow.
However, the controlled puppets below the stands were still attacking. He had neutralized the first wave of attacks with his war song, but the second and third waves continued to surge towards the stands incessantly.
The spectators on the stands were filled with uncertainty. Some wanted to inquire about He Ruge’s condition, but they were all dismissed by “Wu Chengdeng” one by one.
He Ruge wanted them to run, but the attacks kept coming, forcing him to continue singing. Just one minute had passed, yet it felt like a century—his voice trembled with pain, sweat dripped from his nose, and blood from his lips stained his ashen face.
Nevertheless, He Ruge persisted with all his strength in singing. As he sang, he suddenly recalled the little mermaid from “Daughter of the Sea.”
Though he was in agony, walking on a knife’s edge, He Ruge was far luckier than the little mermaid because he could still sing, and because his lover was wholeheartedly in love with him.
As consciousness began to fade, He Ruge saw Xi Guican flying towards him with wings spread wide. Exhausted, he closed his eyes and fell into a warm embrace.
A thunderous roar of anger echoed through the heavens.
…
“I’m sorry, Your Excellency Marshal, but your beloved has been afflicted with Vortex Mental Devouring Syndrome.”
“His condition is even more severe than yours was initially.”
…
【Beep—Player He Ruge’s spiritual consciousness has been attacked! Activate emergency repair mode!】
【Beep—Player Xi Guican, please cooperate with the game therapy!
Dear player, your lover He Ruge has severe memory loss, but with active cooperation in therapy, successful recovery is possible~】
Mini Theater:
Little Angel: Big bro, no matter how you write, I’ll always support you!
Little Devil: I’m curious to see what nonsense this trashy author can come up with.
