A Little Monster With A Wife Is Amazing – CH11

Chapter 11: “Jian Tang, how many wives do you have in total?…”

The monster town was exceptionally noisy today.

It wasn’t just Jian Tang’s factory that had received the notification for a full-scale cleaning; the other factories had been given the same order, and most of the town seemed to have fallen into a state of riot, filled with chaos and disorder.

The tentacles, claws, mycelium, vine-arms, and pincers usually used to pick through trash were all repurposed on the spot into cleaning tools—the factory had absolutely no normal cleaning equipment available—monsters were going crazy sweeping trash, shoveling mold, wiping windows, and vacuuming dust.

“What kind of VIP are we even hosting??” Little Mud screamed in a breakdown. From the start of the cleaning until now, its body had shrunk a whole size, yet it was still being criticized for shedding too much sludge and debris, which hindered the “immaculate” acceptance criteria. Little Mud was so angry it was almost turning into a small swamp, its skin bubbling plop-plop incessantly.

“What level of VIP is worth the Big Boss torturing us like this!!”

“Calm down, calm down,” Little Mushroom consoled it. “You aren’t even the most miserable. Didn’t you see the moss monsters getting kicked out to do the grouting for the floor tiles? Tsk, talk about ruthless.”

Little Zombie was forced to attach his prosthetic limb to his other side—he didn’t even work this hard during his regular shifts!—and knelt on the floor, scrubbing away while asking Jian Tang with a mournful face. “Little Tang, has the factory ever done a cleaning like this before?”

Jian Tang thought for a moment: “Probably two or three times. Usually, it’s when a Great Monster of the ‘Lord’ rank comes to talk business with the boss.”

Lord-rank monsters were definitely the backbone of the second tier in the entire monster circle. To a weak F-rank little monster, they were insurmountable titans; usually, one could only look up to them and wouldn’t even have the chance to see them.

“N-no way, right?” Little Zombie’s voice dropped instantly. “A Lord-rank Great Monster? Coming to our crappy little trash factory to talk business?”

This sounded as outrageous as a CEO of a Fortune 500 company suddenly running to a dump in the middle of nowhere to do a trade.

“Sigh, what’s so impossible about that?” A few other monsters who were slacking off while scrubbing the floor joined the conversation. “The richer the Great Monster, the stingier they are. If they didn’t have a talent for penny-pinching, how could they compete with Taskers? Those humans all have eight hundred schemes in their heads; every single one of them is a sly, old fox.”

“Exactly. Actually, I think this VIP is mostly likely a Lord-rank monster. They always have some weird quirks. Maybe among the four guests coming this time, one of them is a germaphobe?”

“Ooh, that’s truly possible. Then we’ll get a chance to see for ourselves. I’ve never seen a Lord-rank tycoon in my life.”

Everyone was discussing it heatedly. Little Mushroom noticed Jian Tang hadn’t said a word and asked him, “Little Tang, what do you think?”

The other monsters quieted down, looking at Jian Tang together, wanting to hear what the most senior veteran employee had to say.

“Hmm…” Jian Tang spoke slowly, sharing his own opinion. “I think, the one coming this time, might be World-Lord rank?”

Silence reigned for a few seconds. Then, a roar of laughter erupted.

“Hahahaha, impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!”
“If our Big Boss could invite a World-Lord level deity, would he be holed up here running a trash factory?”
“If a World-Lord rank really comes here, I’ll twist my own head off and let you kick it like a ball! Hahaha…”

Even Little Mushroom and Little Zombie couldn’t help but laugh: “Little Tang, have you forgotten? World-Lord rank titans cannot leave their dungeons.”

World-Lord rank monsters were “legendary” existences within the monster circle: not only because their strength was firmly in the first tier and they were the ceiling of the monster circle’s combat power, but because they were basically the final BOSSes of SS-rank public dungeons conscripted by the System.

Due to System restrictions, World-Lords could be immortal, but they could never leave their dungeons. Ordinary monsters’ understanding of World-Lords basically came from gossip on the Monster Forum or special reports in Monster Magazine. This feeling was like ordinary people discussing top-tier celebrities—everyone could recite their situation like family and talk about them with gusto, but dreaming of having any actual intersection with them…

Unless you were hired into the SS-rank public dungeon where a World-Lord resided, don’t even think about it.

Seeing his coworkers laughing in a bunch, Jian Tang silently swallowed his “I really think it’s possible” comment.

Fine. He didn’t know much about World-Lord titans, but he knew his boss! As a veteran wage slave in the factory, how could he not know what kind of creature his boss was?

Such a stingy, miserly boss, the kind who wished he could split one monster into ten, was putting the factory on hold for two days to welcome a VIP? Did they have any concept of what that meant? This was a century-spanning miracle comparable to the dungeon-guarding World-Lords escaping their dungeons en masse to deliver eight hundred slaps to the face of the unfair System!

However, seeing that no one believed him, Jian Tang didn’t argue further—at the end of the day, what did this have to do with an F-rank little monster like him?

Do what he was supposed to do, earn the money he was supposed to earn—that was enough.

The monster factory employees worked all day, and the trash in the workshop was finally cleared away. The windows, which hadn’t been wiped in three hundred years, now looked like glass, and the black, grimy floor had even recovered its original color—many monster employees were learning for the first time that the tiles beneath their feet were actually white!

But these results were still a far cry from the boss’s requirements. They needed to be cleaner, tidier, clearer, and immaculate.

“He might as well just fire us all!” Everyone was grimy and cursing. “In this factory right now, aren’t we the only things that look like trash?!”

But they cursed and complained, the work still had to go on. Even more miserable was that they had to work overtime. Fortunately, the abominable boss still had a shred of conscience—or perhaps he was afraid of driving the monsters to the point of a collective mental breakdown—after an hour of overtime, the Hundred-Eyed Spider Matriarch announced they could take a one-hour break, and the factory would provide free dinner.

Wow! Free dinner!

When the food baskets were brought in, all the monsters swarmed out, the entire workshop exploding with the sound of fighting for food. It wasn’t that they were so fond of this meal; everyone was thinking: Wow, we’re shearing the wool of the stingy boss! Shear it! Shear it for all it’s worth! We won’t get another chance like this!

In the midst of the chaotic scramble, only Jian Tang sat at his workstation, staring blankly at the phone in his hand.

Sigh.
How could he be so careless as to forget to ask for his wife’s phone number yesterday?

He looked up at the “work schedule” the Spider Matriarch had written on the ceiling and calculated—at this rate, they would probably have to pull an all-nighter tonight; in all likelihood, he wouldn’t be able to go home. He had gone home late yesterday, and his wife had already been very unhappy. If he didn’t even send a message today and stayed out all night…

Wuwu, forget about a terrifying wife; even a cute wife would get angry, right!

The more Jian Tang thought, the more anxious he became, his fingers tapping randomly on the phone until he accidentally tapped into his contacts. There were quite a few contacts in his address book, mostly his coworkers, but at the top of the list, there was a yellow-starred pinned contact.

—[Wife]

Jian Tang: ?
Jian Tang rubbed his eyes, almost thinking he had seen wrong. He had never pinned a contact, not even the boss’s number. Where did this “Wife” come from?

…It couldn’t be his terrifying wife, could it?

Jian Tang froze, quickly dismissing his speculation: he had never entered Feng Xun’s number, and Feng Xun hadn’t asked for his. It probably wasn’t his wife. But to be safe, he politely sent a text message to this number.

[Hello, may I ask if you are my wife?]

A minute later, a reply came back, with only a simple character.

[?]

Ah, so it really isn’t. Jian Tang scratched his face in confusion and continued tapping out a message.

[Which ‘Wife’ are you? I don’t seem to know you.]

He waited for another minute, but this time, there was no reply. Just when Jian Tang thought the other party would ignore him, the phone suddenly vibrated. It was a continuous vibration—the other party was calling directly.

Jian Tang froze for a moment, then reached out to answer.

“Hello, hello.” Jian Tang’s tone was very polite and friendly. “May I ask who this is?”

There was silence on the other end for a moment.

“Jian Tang.”

A deep, magnetic male voice came through the receiver. This familiar voice made Jian Tang freeze instantly.

“You’re asking me ‘which one’?”

His terrifying wife let out a “Hmph,” asking coldly and heatlessly in return.

“Jian Tang, how many wives do you have in total?”

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