Chapter 96
Strictly speaking, the little monkey was Number Six.
Though it was just a fragment of Number Six’s soul, it had taken most of Number Six’s spirit with it. Simply put, it represented the human side of Number Six—the part that carried his personality and emotional depth.
The soul remaining in his body, while stronger, lacked the essence the little monkey carried. This left Number Six’s body emotionally flat and impulsively self-centered.
He didn’t know how to think critically, learned slowly, and acted purely on instinct: laughing when happy, crying when sad, and retaliating when hurt.
Unlike normal children, Number Six didn’t resist the nursery environment. He lacked the developmental milestones where curiosity about the outside world would spark, leading to thought, emotional reactions, and different choices. These elements of growth were absent or faint in the current Number Six.
At the same time, the ever-growing power of his bloodline constantly brought him pain. His instincts drove him to release this energy whenever it became unbearable.
After venting, his body would feel better, and his emotions would stabilize. This was likely why he suffered less cumulative harm from the combination of bloodline power and pollutants compared to the other younglings.
Of course, the damage didn’t disappear—it was transferred to the things and people around him. The destruction he was capable of was beyond question.
It was like a child who, while never maturing emotionally or mentally, gained physical strength far exceeding what was appropriate for their age. This was undeniably dangerous.
Number Six’s father’s tragedy had likely stemmed from this same issue.
According to Gu Qingchen’s report, Number Six’s current state was highly abnormal. As a second incarnation, the little monkey shouldn’t have claimed so much of the main body’s spirit.
Su Ci speculated that under normal circumstances, Number Six would retain his humanity while the monkey formed its physical body. Number Six would then be able to control the monkey and unlock unique abilities that were hidden from outsiders.
After all, the little monkey was originally just a fragment of Number Six’s soul.
If this fragment were killed, it would injure Number Six but not be fatal. Similarly, if Number Six’s main body faced a life-threatening crisis, he could rely on the second incarnation to revive.
But in the current situation, Number Six’s soul had suffered irreversible damage. Returning to its original state was no longer possible.
If the little monkey didn’t reintegrate with the main body and fully formed its physical self, it might never return. This would mean Number Six’s humanity would be permanently lost. His human body would remain an empty shell driven by pure instinct, possibly turning into a madman or a fool—just like his father, who became a murderous maniac.
Why, then, didn’t Number Six want to return to being human?
Su Ci studied the little monkey in front of him. Its gaze darted about before it finally lowered its head. Its tiny hands wrung together, exuding a mix of unease and silent defiance.
Forcing the monkey back into Number Six’s body wasn’t impossible, but Su Ci didn’t like using coercion. Especially in matters involving the soul, a brute-force approach was far from ideal.
After a moment of contemplation, he asked the silent little monkey, “Do you want to be a monkey forever?”
The little monkey—or rather, Number Six—tensed slightly.
To be fair, being a monkey wasn’t entirely bad.
Number Six couldn’t quite remember when he first started transforming into a monkey.
One night, he woke up from his sleep to find himself lying on the floor. On the bed, another version of himself was still sleeping—and looked much larger.
Then he realized it wasn’t that the figure on the bed had grown bigger; it was that he had become smaller.
He had turned into a tiny little monkey. With a slight hop, he leaped surprisingly high.
Or rather, it felt like he was flying.
Whenever he touched an object, his hands passed straight through it. As a little monkey, he couldn’t physically interact with anything, and nothing could block him, either.
He tried pressing his head against the door and discovered that he phased right through it, seeing the hallway beyond.
The eerie scene startled him. He instinctively pulled his head back and found himself inside the room again.
The version of him lying on the bed was still breathing, so he assumed he hadn’t died. But why this had happened, he couldn’t understand.
He was terrified that he might remain in this state forever and never return to normal.
Frightened and anxious, he stayed in the room, spending the night in darkness. It wasn’t until six o’clock in the morning, when the nanny robot opened the door and woke the version of him on the bed, that he discovered he had truly woken up.
He didn’t know if everything that had happened during the night had been a dream, so he didn’t tell the caretaker or the nanny robot. After all, the caretaker didn’t seem to care about him.
As for the nanny robot, it simply carried out its programmed routines. Number Six had never felt any genuine emotion from it.
The nanny robot didn’t get angry or sad. It always radiated cheerful energy and infinite patience toward the younglings, which Number Six found unsettling.
When he looked at the nanny robots, he felt as if they were wearing masks. He couldn’t tell what might be hidden beneath their thick metallic shells, and this filled him with fear.
For this reason, he didn’t trust the nanny robots, even though they diligently cared for the younglings every day.
The next night, it happened again. He transformed into a little monkey.
This time, having experienced it once before, he wasn’t as scared or anxious. His courage grew. After sticking his head out of the door again, he left his room for the first time at night.
That was his first time venturing out alone at night.
At night, the nursery was very quiet. With nothing blocking his path, Number Six explored every corner, both inside and outside the building.
He even visited the caretakers’ dormitory.
One caretaker wasn’t asleep. He had his Ai-brain Active, mumbling to himself as he typed something called a “growth journal.” His dark eye circles were heavy, and he looked utterly exhausted. It was the first time Number Six had seen the caretaker looking so worn out.
During the day, while the caretaker occasionally showed a gentle side, Number Six could often sense the irritation and disdain they felt inside.
Because of this, Number Six didn’t like the caretakers.
He quickly left that room and entered the neighboring, unused caretaker dormitory.
Unlike the younglings’ rooms, the caretakers’ dormitories had open windows, allowing him to see the outside world—though it was blocked by a tall wall.
For the first time, the thought of seeing what lay beyond those walls entered Number Six’s mind.
But before he could dwell on it, six o’clock arrived, and the nanny robot woke him again.
The second time he woke up, Number Six finally confirmed that turning into a little monkey at night wasn’t just a dream. The proof? He remembered sneaking into the nanny robots’ charging area during his nightly wanderings.
Watching the robots charge had unsettled him, reinforcing his belief that they weren’t human.
He also noticed several scratches on one of the robots—marks he hadn’t seen before. When morning came and he was awake in his regular body, those same scratches were still there.
That confirmed it. His nighttime adventures were real.
Once this realization sank in, Number Six began looking forward to each night. On the following evening, he transformed into a monkey once more, just as he had hoped.
This time, he didn’t linger in the nursery. Instead, he phased through wall after wall, leaving the building to wander outside.
The base was quiet at night, though there were patrolling guards and members of the operations team.
The first time he encountered them, Number Six froze in fear, terrified they might discover his transformation and stop him from ever leaving again.
Fortunately, they seemed unable to see him.
The powerful warriors of the operations team walked right past him without noticing. Only Captain Yan suddenly turned his head, glancing sharply in his direction.
Frightened, Number Six jumped away immediately. Thankfully, Captain Yan didn’t pursue him. From then on, whenever Number Six spotted Captain Yan from afar, he would flee as quickly as possible.
After that night, every time Number Six transformed into a monkey, he would wander around the base.
Because of his small size, the base felt enormous to him. However, since he always woke up at six in the morning, he never managed to stray too far from the nursery.
Still, Number Six thoroughly enjoyed his time as a monkey.
As a monkey, he could go anywhere he wanted. He wasn’t confined to his room, and no one controlled him.
Even though no one could see him in this form, he didn’t mind.
The world outside was vast, and he wanted to experience something new every night.
Over time, he found he could transform into a monkey during the day as well, while his original body continued to function as usual.
This discovery amazed him.
Watching the unfamiliar version of himself, Number Six felt no fear. Strangely, he sensed a faint connection between himself and the body that moved independently.
However, the version of himself that remained in his body seemed a bit clumsy. The things it did often made even Number Six shake his head in disbelief.
Still…
The first time Number Six transformed into a monkey during the day, he didn’t choose to return to his body. Instead, he left the nursery again and continued his adventures around the base.
Although he occasionally encountered extreme weather, and even came face-to-face with monsters in the blood mist at night, the creatures couldn’t see him. Each time, he managed to escape unscathed, so he wasn’t afraid.
During those calm and uneventful days, the base was a lovely place.
He loved the sunlight, enjoyed basking in it, and liked blending in with the adults, listening to their conversations about something they called “gossip.”
Number Six began transforming into a little monkey more and more frequently, sneaking out of the nursery to do the things he loved.
Until one day, he discovered that after transforming, he was no longer just a shadowy figure.
He could now touch physical objects. This also meant he could no longer pass through walls or leave his room as effortlessly as before.
But this wasn’t much of a problem.
Neither the caretakers nor the nanny robots could see him. As a monkey, he was small enough to sneak out whenever a door opened.
Even the tall walls surrounding the nursery were no obstacle. As a monkey, his climbing skills were exceptional, and he could scale even the highest barriers.
He could still be a happy little monkey.
Moreover, there were now more things he could do that he hadn’t been able to before. For example—riding the hover bus.
Previously, because his body couldn’t touch objects, he couldn’t board a hover bus and reach distant places quickly. But once he could interact with physical items, he rode a hover bus for the first time.
That was when Number Six realized that the hover bus was far faster than his toy hover car.
What used to take him one or two hours on foot now only took a few minutes by bus. With this newfound convenience, Number Six’s exploration radius expanded significantly.
He discovered even more fascinating and exciting things, including the cultivation garden—a place filled with fruits and vegetables.
The first time he entered the garden, he was thrilled beyond words.
His favorite pastime changed—visiting the cultivation garden to watch the plants. Every visit revealed new changes, making it his most cherished activity.
However, once Number Six’s monkey form could interact with physical objects, he could no longer freely return to his human body as he had before.
It seemed his body was rejecting him.
After an initial period of panic, Number Six gradually calmed down. He found that life as a monkey was far more exciting and joyful. What did it matter if he couldn’t return to being human?
To him, human life didn’t seem to hold much worth anyway.
So, when Su Ci asked if he wanted to remain a monkey forever, he stayed silent.
Number Six’s feelings toward this new caretaker had undergone a series of transformations—from initial closeness, to fear and awe, and finally to admiration and devotion. These changes made it nearly impossible for him to refuse Su Ci’s requests.
He understood that the caretaker probably wanted him to return to his human body. If Su Ci truly insisted, Number Six would obediently comply.
But since Su Ci was only asking for his opinion, not demanding action, Number Six expressed his honest thoughts.
Su Ci looked at the little monkey and sighed softly.
Forcing the issue wouldn’t yield good results. If the little monkey was this resolute, Su Ci wouldn’t push further.
He simply felt that Number Six was too young to make such a decision. He should wait a few more years, until he was ready to face the consequences of his choices.
After some thought, Su Ci said, “Didn’t you just promise me we’d change this world together? That we’d make this broken world better?”
He turned his gaze to the tin can of soil sitting on the table.
The dry, reddish blade of grass inside was emitting waves of joy, greedily absorbing its newfound nutrients, oblivious to everything around it.
But its sheer determination was enough to make one feel that maybe, just maybe, this broken world wasn’t entirely hopeless.
The little monkey glanced at the grass, then back at Su Ci. Though it couldn’t speak, its eyes conveyed a clear question:
Can’t I change the world as a monkey?
Su Ci reached out and gently patted its tiny head before replying, “You must have noticed by now that your body is becoming more solid.”
“You’re still a spirit for now, but one day, you’ll fully manifest as a real monkey. Others will be able to see and touch you, but… they’ll also be able to hurt you.”
He looked at the little monkey intently. When he saw understanding dawn in its eyes, he continued in a grave tone, “When that time comes, will you have the ability to protect yourself?”
Number Six opened his mouth as if to answer but quickly realized he couldn’t speak.
Su Ci noticed this and said, “As a monkey, you can’t even express your thoughts in words.”
“And the world outside this base isn’t just broken—it’s incredibly dangerous. You’ve seen the power of the mud monsters.”
Without hesitation, Su Ci pressed on, “If you weren’t a spirit and were just a regular monkey today, and those mud monsters spotted you, do you think you could escape?”
This time, Number Six didn’t remain silent because he couldn’t speak—he was genuinely lost for words.
The little monkey bowed its head in shame.
It wasn’t just the monkey version of him that couldn’t escape; even the human version wouldn’t stand a chance.
But Su Ci wasn’t done. He continued, “I can’t protect you all the time. That’s why, in the future, you’ll need not only the ability to protect yourself but also the skills to defeat those monsters.”
“At Dr. Gu’s, you heard it too—your monkey form is meant to be your second incarnation. Let me tell you this: no matter how much potential or room for growth your second incarnation has, it will never surpass your original body.”
“Yes, even if you return to being human now, you still won’t be able to defeat those mud monsters. But that doesn’t mean you never will.”
“You’re still young. You have time to grow and become stronger. Only by gaining strength can you truly do the things you want to do.”
Su Ci paused slightly before continuing.
“Of course, if what you really want is to live as a carefree little monkey, without worries or responsibilities, staying in your second incarnation isn’t a bad choice.”
Hearing this, the little monkey abruptly lifted its head.
Number Six looked at Su Ci, his round eyes filled with urgency. Yet in his current state, the only way he could express his thoughts was by shaking his head vigorously.
Su Ci’s suggestion seemed to align with his earlier desires, but now, everything felt different.
He had seen the desolate, barren world outside, witnessed the caretaker’s battle against monsters, and even glimpsed the human soldiers in uniforms who rose from the soil like specters.
The caretaker had told him those were spirits of the fallen. In life, they had been devoured by monsters, and even in death, they found no peace.
To be honest, Number Six didn’t feel much attachment to the nursery’s caretakers or nanny robots. But the base’s guards and the warriors of the operations team were a different story.
At first, he had feared them. He resented them for subduing him after his berserk episodes and forcing sedatives upon him. But after turning into a monkey and seeing more of the world, his perspective shifted.
He saw how the base guards worked tirelessly to protect its residents during blood mist monster invasions.
He saw the operations team’s powerful warriors fighting to the death against those monsters. In fact, besides visiting the cultivation garden to observe plants, his favorite activity was sneaking into the operations team’s post-battle debriefings.
He could remember the names of every member of the operations team. His fear and dislike of them had transformed into admiration and respect.
So, when he saw the spirits of the fallen soldiers, he couldn’t help but cry.
Because… he had witnessed the brutal losses suffered by the operations team in their battles against monsters.
Because he understood that death meant never seeing that person again.
The caretaker had told him that only by purifying and destroying the monsters could those spirits find true peace. Only then could they merge into the earth and protect the world in a different way…
And so, a seed was planted in Number Six’s heart.
The young boy didn’t yet fully understand what it meant, but when the caretaker suggested he could continue living as he had been, an instinctive resistance arose within him.
He didn’t want to be a monkey who turned a blind eye to everything and could do nothing in the face of danger!
Seeing the urgency in the little monkey’s expression, Su Ci’s tone and demeanor softened. He said, “You want to have strength. You want to fight and protect the things that matter to you, don’t you?”
Number Six nodded.
“In that case, the potential of your original body aligns much more with your goals,” Su Ci said. “Right now, you can’t control your main body, can you?”
Number Six nodded again.
From the very first time he had transformed into a monkey, he had been unable to control his human body, except when he returned to it.
“Your main body is in terrible condition,” Su Ci continued bluntly. “If things keep going this way, it might die.”
Number Six’s eyes widened in shock. He hadn’t realized the consequences were this severe.
He had thought they could coexist as two separate entities…
“The fragment of your soul left in your body is too weak, only able to survive on instinct. Now that you’ve reached the stage where your bloodline power is growing explosively, it’s beyond what that fragment can handle.”
Number Six’s bloodline was extraordinarily pure, with high potential. Even his complete self might struggle to bear it, let alone a mere fragment of his soul.
“You and your main body are essentially one and the same. If it dies, you’ll suffer irreversible damage as well. What happens then is uncertain.”
If he was lucky, it might not affect him, but he would truly become just a monkey, incapable of ever returning to being human. If he was unlucky… he might die alongside it.
After all, he wasn’t yet fully grown or in control of his bloodline power. Whether his second incarnation could fulfill its role if his main body perished was an unknown.
“So, both of you are in danger.”
Su Ci didn’t sugarcoat the truth because of Number Six’s age. He laid everything out plainly, leaving the ultimate decision to Six.
“My suggestion is to return to your body for now. Later, if you truly decide you don’t want to be human, it shouldn’t be hard to resume being a monkey.”
The immediate crisis needed to be dealt with first.
“Besides…” Su Ci smiled faintly, “you haven’t spent much time as a human. How can you be so sure being human isn’t good? Don’t jump to conclusions so quickly.”
The little monkey froze, staring blankly. The flood of information seemed overwhelming, and he needed time to process it.
Seeing this, Su Ci decided not to push further. He had said enough for one day.
“All right, take your time to think it through,” Su Ci said as he stood, picking up the tin can of soil. “When you’ve made up your mind, come find me.”
With that, Su Ci left the little monkey and Number Six alone. There was no need to rush a decision—it wasn’t yet the final moment. Ultimately, this was Number Six’s life. Once he understood the pros and cons, the choice would be his.
Su Ci then took the tin can and A-Yan back to his own dormitory.
When they arrived, the Crimson Flame Tiger sprawled in the living room was still snoring peacefully, undisturbed by their return.
Su Ci didn’t bother it. For a youngling like this, sleep was a blessing. It needed plenty of rest to grow and recover.
Considering the tiger’s earlier exertions, Su Ci thought even sleeping for four or five days wouldn’t be a problem—it might even be beneficial.
Back at the dormitory, A-Yan went straight to the kitchen, fetched a cup of spirit water, and carefully dripped two drops onto the little blade of grass.
The tiny plant radiated waves of even greater joy.
Although the soil in the tin can had been purified and was slightly moist, it retained very little spiritual energy. Compared to the spirit water purified through the formations in Su Ci’s dormitory, the soil naturally didn’t measure up.
Still, A-Yan only used two drops of spirit water. He instinctively knew how much water to give to plants and what conditions were most suitable for their growth.
This little blade of grass was still too fragile and needed careful, gradual nurturing. Even fertilizer had to be applied sparingly.
Sitting on the sofa, Su Ci watched A-Yan leaning over the coffee table, tilting his head to study the tiny grass. He reached out and ruffled the fur on A-Yan’s head, saying, “We’ll keep this grass here in the dorm for now.”
While it was far from becoming a magic plant, the little grass had grown in an environment steeped in resentment and had been deeply influenced by it.
Additionally, the grass was so weak at the moment that it couldn’t withstand purification.
Having grown up surrounded by resentment, that energy had become a part of its very structure. If the resentment were purified now, the portions of its body formed by that energy would disappear entirely.
For a life as faint as this little blade of grass, losing part of its body would be tantamount to killing it outright.
The only option was to slowly nourish it, allowing it to grow stronger bit by bit. Only then could the resentment be carefully extracted without turning it into a demonic plant.
Naturally, at this stage, it was best to keep the grass separated from ordinary plants and the two spirit shoots.
Hearing Su Ci’s explanation, A-Yan nodded in sudden understanding.
He had known what to do but not why. After Su Ci’s explanation, it all clicked, and he couldn’t help but marvel inwardly at how complicated nurturing plants could be.
Once the little grass was settled, A-Yan went to prepare dinner.
Since they’d returned later than usual, they were likely to miss the scheduled dinner time. Before starting to cook, A-Yan handed Su Ci a packet of jerky to tide him over.
The jerky, made from spider meat, was chewier than potato chips and far more filling.
Su Ci tried a piece of the jerky and immediately took a liking to this new snack. Sitting on the sofa, he munched contentedly while reflecting on the day’s achievements.
In the past, he had never felt this fulfilled. It was exhausting, yes, but also genuinely enjoyable.
Su Ci couldn’t help but think, Was all that brooding and melancholia I used to indulge in just because I had too much free time?
He shook his head and reviewed the events of the day. Yet, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d forgotten something.
What could it be…?
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, but when the rich aroma of cooking meat wafted from the kitchen, the question vanished from his mind.
Oh well. If I can’t remember it, it’s probably not important.
As Su Ci savored his dinner with satisfaction, A-Yan, sitting across from him, spoke up.
“Su Su, Xiang Yang said he wants to help cut the meat.”
“Oh?” Su Ci replied absently, still focused on savoring a piece of braised spider meat. The flavor made him squint happily.
Truly, food is the best cure for exhaustion. And A-Yan’s cooking skills are improving day by day.
Having A-Yan around is such a blessing… Su Ci mused silently. Then, A-Yan’s calm, youthful voice interrupted his thoughts.
“When I was portioning out meat for Lang Ze and the others, Xiang Yang and Little Li Hua were there too.”
A-Yan briefly recounted the situation. “He offered to help cut the meat, and I said yes.”
By now, A-Yan no longer acted as cautiously around Su Ci as he once had, constantly fearing that any decision might displease him.
Perhaps their daily interactions had given A-Yan the confidence to make his own choices.
That confidence seemed to be shaping A-Yan into someone more composed and mature. His demeanor now carried an air of steadiness, far beyond what one might expect from a four-year-old.
Of course, it might also be the influence of the other younglings constantly calling him “Brother A-Yan.” Over time, he really did seem to embody the role of an older brother.
“If they come to help, I’ll give them two pieces of meat per meal. Is that okay?” A-Yan asked. “Once I get stronger, I’ll go hunt monsters myself and bring back lots and lots of meat so everyone can eat their fill.”
Hearing this, Su Ci couldn’t help but chuckle.
Su Ci nodded and said, “Of course, that’s no problem. Don’t worry, in the future… our food will only become more abundant—more than we could ever eat.”
Besides the spider meat, Su Ci still had an untouched beetle stored in his spatial button. Coupled with what he’d seen outside the base today, he no longer worried about food supply.
Hearing this, A-Yan grinned widely.
“Mm!” He nodded enthusiastically, his smile bright and content. His sparkling eyes brimmed with admiration as he looked at Su Ci.
Su Ci paused briefly, then lowered his head and continued enjoying his meal.
*
That night, it was time for Su Ci to help A-Yan condition his body.
Though A-Yan was much stronger now than before, learning heavenly scripts and formation techniques still drained him significantly. While daily care was no longer necessary, he couldn’t be left entirely unattended either.
Previously, when Su Ci had prepared to bathe A-Yan and treat his body as usual, the boy had stammered and shyly refused.
Su Ci still remembered the way A-Yan avoided his gaze, his expression both embarrassed and flustered. It was then Su Ci gradually realized that A-Yan wasn’t truly a child.
When that thought struck, Su Ci felt a hint of disappointment in his heart. But…
He had long since experienced the fleeting nature of life—the way a junior under his care could grow into an adult in the blink of an eye, and then, with another blink, age into an elder at the end of their days.
Take that old man from the Sound Sect, for example. The first time Su Ci had visited the sect to steal wine, the man had been a stammering little boy.
Such feelings of loss were familiar and fleeting for Su Ci, fading quickly from his heart.
After all, A-Yan was a spirit with a long lifespan ahead of him. Under Su Ci’s guidance and discipline, his diligent cultivation would undoubtedly let him live for a very long time.
With this thought, Su Ci felt his mood lighten somewhat.
Even though a shadow of melancholy lingered, he couldn’t fully detach himself emotionally. He never learned his lesson and couldn’t become truly indifferent—so what could he do?
He chose to follow his heart and let nature take its course.
*
After finishing their evening routines, including watering and fertilizing the two spirit seedlings under the cover of night, Su Ci and A-Yan returned to the bedroom to sleep. Only then did Su Ci use his soul energy to nourish A-Yan’s spirit body.
A-Yan wasn’t aware of Su Ci’s efforts to care for him. He simply felt an unusual sense of comfort and security whenever he was near Su Ci.
As A-Yan drifted off into a drowsy sleep, Su Ci gently ruffled his furred ears. Holding the warm, soft little bundle close, Su Ci closed his eyes and fell into a peaceful slumber, as usual.
The bedroom quieted, and soon, two steady and even breathing sounds filled the space.
Embedded in the wall, the work manual that had been tightly restrained finally emitted a satisfied burp after confirming that the caretaker and the child were asleep.
The faint glow it gave off brightened slightly. Though still weak, the light was far better than its previous near-death state.
However, unlike before, the red hue of the glow seemed… a little lighter.
Night returned to stillness.
The Base 24 had passed another relatively peaceful evening.
*
The next morning, A-Yan woke right on schedule.
Seeing the serene expression on Su Ci’s sleeping face, A-Yan froze for a moment, unable to recall exactly how he’d fallen asleep the previous night. But…
Waking up and seeing Su Su first thing—
It felt so good! He wished every day could start like this. Just being able to look at Su Su was the greatest happiness for him.
A-Yan stared at Su Ci for a long while before reluctantly tearing his gaze away.
He sat up and glanced at the work manual embedded in the wall.
Though the manual remained perfectly still, it inexplicably gave off a faintly stiff vibe, almost as if it had frozen in place.
Only when A-Yan looked away and teleported out of the bedroom did the work manual seem to relax, the stiffness dissipating as though it had breathed a sigh of relief.
A-Yan appeared in the kitchen and began by marinating the last bit of spider meat from the previous day with some sauce.
Then, remembering something, he hurried to the living room to check on the little blade of grass in the tin of soil.
It had only been one night since he’d watered it with a few drops of spirit water, yet the once-dry and reddish leaves of the grass already appeared slightly plumper and more vibrant, its life force noticeably stronger.
The vitality of wild grass is truly incredible!
A-Yan recalled the pained expression Su Su had when fertilizing the little spirit plants. Glancing at the grass that needed only water to thrive, he couldn’t help but think, This is so easy to care for! No wonder Su Su likes it so much.
With this thought, A-Yan added another two drops of spirit water to the tin. Sensing the grass’s growing joy, he felt a newfound affection for the little plant.
He gently touched the tip of its leaf with his fingertip and thought to himself, Grow big and strong, okay?
Then, he teleported out of Dormitory 303.
