Ji Jue moved.
He moved again, then once more.
Dodging left and right, helplessly evading as he pressed down the dog's head. "Stop licking, bro, stop lick—"
CEO grinned, tongue hanging out as he relentlessly burrowed his head into Ji Jue's arms. Again and again, he placed Ji Jue's hand on himself, tail wagging wildly.
His fur was sleek and glossy. The moment Ji Jue's hand landed on it, he instinctively began petting him.
From top to bottom.
CEO flopped his tongue around. Once he had been petted into bliss, he generously lay down and rolled over, exposing his little belly to signal for Ji Jue to continue.
Ji Jue sighed worriedly, unable to focus on petting the dog.
He had stayed up all night since yesterday, restless and irritated—the changes in Quancheng were secondary. The real issue was what had happened to him.
Even if no one else had noticed, how could he not know?
Everything had been going steadily well while everyone was murdering, setting fires, and looting Workshops in Quancheng, so how had he somehow gotten hit by the Edge of Transformation?!
Hadn't it been completely uninstalled last time?! Why were there still leftover files?
It had even gotten into his head a little...
It had felt pretty damn good, and he had not lost out either. His understanding of Embers had risen by another huge leap. But the problem was, this was the wrong setting!
The current Quancheng was crawling with Abominations and far from the Sanctuary of Superior Virtue—a Demon Domain in the most literal sense.
Last time, Stagnant Rot had not even had time to poke its head out before Ji Jue slashed it head-on. He had no idea how many stitches it had needed, but it was definitely pounding its chest beneath the