The True Young Master Saves the Soul Pet World by Eating Melons – CH98

Chapter 98: A Change in Dreams

The child held a box of pastries and happily ran off to find his friends.

The villagers of Little Mountain Village had always been united. All the children got along well, and they quickly divided the pastries evenly among themselves, habitually leaving a piece for Si Er as well.

After all, in their eyes, Si Er was just a slightly taller child.

The boy named Bai Xiaoming skipped up to Si Er and held out the pastry in his hand.

“Brother Er’er, have some cake!”

Si Er couldn’t help laughing, though he still popped the pastry into his mouth. Then he brought out some freshly fried pumpkin cakes and handed them over.

“I made these. Try them first.”

Bai Xiaoming’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wow, Brother Er’er, you’re so amazing now! You can even cook for yourself!”

Si Er smiled. “That’s right. If I’m hungry now, I can find food myself or cook it myself. I won’t have to trouble you anymore.”

Bai Xiaoming looked delighted. “That’s great! I used to worry you’d starve to death outside, Brother Er’er.”

Si Er was speechless. He hadn’t expected even a little brat to worry himself sick over him.

Rubbing Bai Xiaoming’s head helplessly, he said, “Alright, go share these. I still have a lot to do today.”

Holding a large plate of pumpkin cakes, Bai Xiaoming asked, “Brother Er’er, you won’t be able to come back often anymore, right?”

“Yeah. I have to go to school. Remember that kid from the neighboring village who went to school? He only came back once every year or two.”

“I’ll be like that too.”

Bai Xiaoming sighed. “School sounds so tiring. You can only go home once in such a long time.”

Si Er laughed. “But going to school makes you stronger. Then I can protect you all.”

“I want to get stronger too!” Bai Xiaoming immediately said. “I want to protect everyone—and protect Brother Er’er!”

“Mm-hmm. Then Xiaoming has to work hard.”

Si Er nodded with a smile, his eyes full of encouragement.

He didn’t actually know whether the child had talent, or whether he would ever make it out into the wider world.

But he respected every child’s tender dream. At least when they spoke those words, their sincerity was absolute.

Si Er liked that innocence in children.

Thinking back to when he had been in kindergarten, he had dreamed many dreams too—becoming a teacher, a doctor, a police officer, a painter, even a scientist, constantly switching between them.

After watching Journey to the West, he’d wanted to raise a monkey. After watching Naruto, he’d wanted to raise a fox. After Hong Mao and Lan Tu, then Digimon, then Pokémon, it got even worse—he’d wanted to raise everything.

Unfortunately, when he looked up information about various animals, all he saw were warnings about legal consequences. It had wounded him deeply.

So his dream had changed again—he’d wanted to become a zoo director. When he grew older, he even lowered his standards, thinking being a zookeeper would be fine.

If he couldn’t raise them himself, he’d just freeload off someone else’s animals.

Luckily, this world was free! He could raise whatever he wanted.

Even though he didn’t have many yet, just looking around at all the adorable little creatures made him incredibly happy.

As he lowered his head, he spotted an old familiar field mouse—the one that used to bring him peanuts.

The mouse was now standing under the table, holding a chestnut and staring eagerly at the freshly fried pumpkin cakes in Si Er’s hands.

Si Er couldn’t help but laugh. He tossed it a slightly cooled piece. The mouse immediately set the chestnut on top of Si Er’s shoe, then jumped up and caught the pumpkin cake.

The field mouse curiously sniffed the cake, then cautiously took a tiny bite from the edge. Its eyes quickly sparkled like little stars.

Si Er burst out laughing at the expression.

Field mice liked to hoard food. After nibbling a small notch out of it, the mouse clutched the remaining pumpkin cake and scampered back into the fields.

Guagua sighed when it saw this.

[Low-level exotic beasts are a bit pitiful. They don’t even have personal storage spaces—it’s inconvenient for them to stash things.]

Si Er smiled. But living here isn’t so bad. As long as they don’t steal too much, the villagers turn a blind eye.

Occasionally there are fiend beasts invading, but that’s really rare. I lived here for sixteen years and only encountered it once.

But once means there could be a second time. I wonder if Father knows any powerful formation masters.

I want to set up a protective array around Little Mountain Village so outsiders—human or beast—can’t just enter.

That way, everyone here would be much safer.

Si Er felt that Little Mountain Village had always been a relatively peaceful place—but after raising him, that might not necessarily remain true.

In novels, families who took in the protagonist rarely ended well.

Extermination of entire clans or slaughter of villages happened all the time. That made Si Er uneasy.

Although his current setup didn’t really resemble a typical protagonist—his family was relatively harmonious, his background was powerful, he was wealthy, and his talent hadn’t been crippled nor had his engagement been broken—

He knew his situation was special. In this world, he was far from ordinary.

Someone like him could easily bring trouble upon those around him, especially since he had already offended Si Ran, the puppet protagonist chosen by an external Heavenly Dao.

What if Si Ran’s parents couldn’t deal with him directly and decided to take it out on these innocent villagers instead?

[Er’er, don’t worry. City Lord Si is himself a Heaven-tier formation master. He’s already set up a grand mountain-protecting array around Little Mountain Village.]

[This entire mountain where the village is located—aside from the original creatures living here—no outsiders can directly enter unless their formation skills surpass City Lord Si’s.]

Si Er was stunned.

My dad is that awesome? Not only a master of potions, but also a formation master?

[Mm-hmm. He also knows a bit about artifact refining—he’s already an Earth-tier artifact refiner.]

Si Er was even more shocked.

Is there anything my dad can’t do?

[He’s not very good at talisman drawing. Only at the Profound tier.]

No way? My dad draws so well, and he can’t draw talismans?

[It’s probably because he draws too well. Many talismans look unaesthetic to him, and he can’t resist modifying them.]

[But his talent for talisman drawing isn’t as good as yours. After he modifies them, they’re pretty—but completely useless.]

…I never expected my dad to be such a face-con.

Si Er muttered internally and set the matter aside for now.

Right, Uncle Li and the big black donkey…

[Oh, they’re fully recovered now. When your second brother went in to check on their family earlier, he treated them as well.]

Second Brother really is beautiful and kind-hearted!

After checking on every person and beast and distributing the appropriate potions, Si Xu returned just in time to hear Si Er’s praise, which made him quietly pleased.

Smiling, he walked over and asked, “What are you doing now, Er’er? Need any help?”

“No, no. I’ll be done soon. Second Brother just got back from outside—you must be tired. Go find somewhere to rest.”

Second Brother looks so otherworldly. We can’t let him get stained with cooking fumes.

Not far away, Si Yi: ???

What did that mean? Did he look like someone born to be a barbecue chef?

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