FMLB Chapter 139

 

A Short Chapter

 

He Ruge opened his eyes to find himself imprisoned in a sealed water tank, with pearls he had cried out still lying at the bottom. He could only maintain his mermaid form, or else he’d drown in the water.

 

The water tank was pitch black, with only the pearls and his fish tail emitting a faint, soft glow.

 

He Ruge felt incredibly complex emotions. He sorrowfully hugged his chubby fish tail and sighed bubbles of melancholy.

 

He missed Mr. Xi a lot. 

 

Very much.

 

Entertaining himself in the tank without any activities, He Ruge thought up plot twists. If his mind could write, he would diligently churn out words to harvest crops.

 

He continued to recall the contents of his story. He set up a tentacled male lead, a detail not to be wasted. Thus, he added numerous plots to exhaust the potential of this tentacle theme.

 

Such as doubling work efficiency, and other unspeakable things.

 

His outline included details about a car. The adult female lead would sit on the male lead’s lap reading a book, yet her gaze would never be on the pages. Instead, slimy purple tentacles would creep under her skirt…

 

These scenes were for the readers’ pleasure. However, with the current scrutiny, there could be no indulgence on Jinjiang. Perhaps readers would never know about these perks.

 

He Ruge suddenly fell silent. He pondered a grave question: if all the important plot points from the book were to happen, would these unspeakable things also occur? 

 

Although these things existed only in the outline, who knew how the storyline would develop next?

 

He felt relieved when he remembered Mr. Xi wasn’t a tentacled monster. But when he remembered Mr. Xi was a prickly big cat, He Ruge’s heart tensed again.

 

If given another chance, he would definitely throw away these perks into the pure waters of Jinjiang.

 

The pitch-black water tank suddenly brightened. The glass of the tank seemed to change colors like a chameleon. Nervously lifting his head, He Ruge saw a strange man.

 

This man had purple eyes, and a scar ran across the upper half of his face, from the corner of his right eye to his nose, adding a wild touch to his otherwise soft features. His attire was magnificent, like that of a refined noble, but his inherently bloodthirsty aura clashed with his appearance.

 

“Awake?” His tone sounded oddly familiar.

 

He Ruge: “???”

 

Who the hell is this idiot? 

 

Why does he act like he knows me so well?

 

The scarred face tapped on the water tank with nutrient solution. “Sing me a song, and I’ll give you nutrient solution.”

 

Faced with this familiar request, an impossible thought crossed He Ruge’s mind—

 

Could this scarred face be the same idiot antagonist from before?

 

He glanced at the shadow on the ground. The elongated shadow seemed to notice He Ruge’s gaze, swelling from a long stick into a grotesque monster shadow, its pitch-black mouth gaping open, baring its teeth.

 

He Ruge: “…”

 

What earthly torment is this? The type of antagonist who suddenly turns into a chameleon.

 

He Ruge wasn’t hungry or thirsty for nutrient solution right now. However, based on his understanding of this antagonist, if he didn’t comply with the antagonist’s demands, the other party would definitely not relent. Then, they would come up with bizarre and sadistic methods to torture him.

 

They’d stop at nothing to achieve their goals. That’s the kind of person they were.

 

The pearls at the bottom of the water tank were proof of the pain he had once endured.

 

He Ruge half-heartedly sang a children’s song while miniature cameras spun around the water tank.