The black cat's eyes instantly turned one yellow and one blue, and every hair on its body stood on end as if it had been electrocuted. Then, in Qianyi's grip, it twisted and struggled wildly, baring its fangs and claws as it let out protesting cries.
"—Hiss!"
"—Hah!!"
Seeing the cat's comically puffed-up appearance, Qianyi expertly pinched the loose skin at the back of its neck and gathered it into his arms. Then, with an extremely professional technique, he gently smoothed down the fluffed fur along its back from head to tail.
"Don't get so worked up, Elio." Qianyi stroked the cat as he spoke. "Let me have a look at your script."
"Detestable, just like that girl Silver Wolf who loves messing with my scripts, you are! Meow!" Elio arched its back and bared its teeth at Qianyi.
Slave of Destiny, leader of the Stellaris Hunters—what Elio hated most were people who would suddenly get the urge to ruin its scripts.
On its blacklist, Silver Wolf definitely ranked near the top.
Before missions, that internet-addicted girl would clearly promise, "This time I'll absolutely follow the process. I won't skip ahead." Yet the moment it turned around, she would find the infiltration process too tedious, sneak off to take the cartridge and plug it in, then use the power of Elation to temporarily jump out of the script.
Even more infuriatingly, no matter how many times it reminded her not to tell anyone else what was in the script, she would turn around and say, "Forget Elio, I'll spoil a few things for you guys," to the point that it no longer dared make Silver Wolf's scripts as precise to the second as Kafka's.
But Silver Wolf merely ranked near the top of its blacklist. Qianyi was directly at the