Doro's Formidable Social Circle

Sherlock, immersed in alchemy, had completely forgotten that there was another creature in his room. His eyes and heart were filled with the divine artifact on the table as he devoted himself entirely to repairing it.

Meanwhile, after playing by herself in the room for quite a while, Doro stopped running when she sensed the glow of alchemy coming from Sherlock's direction and looked up at him.

Seeing Sherlock immersed in his own world, Doro actually stood upright, planted her hands on her hips, and let out a helpless sigh.

Though her little face was full of helplessness and resignation, with Doro's adorable yet abstract body and her distinctly different two-dimensional art style, everyone could tell she was deeply troubled, yet all they could do was marvel at how cute she was.

As Doro's creator, Sherlock's temperament was simply too familiar to her. Clearly, Sherlock couldn't be roused at all once he had immersed himself in alchemy like this!

That was a conclusion Doro had reached only after trying countless times!

Fortunately, this was not Doro's first time dealing with such a situation, so she naturally knew how to handle it.

Speaking of which, Sherlock's attitude toward Doro had to be mentioned.

Although Sherlock was Doro's creator, and Doro was neither truly human nor truly a dog due to her settings, Sherlock always referred to Doro as a pet in name. In reality, though, he cherished her like a child.

Because of this, Sherlock had never restricted Doro's range of movement and allowed her to develop freely.

As for whether outsiders would react upon seeing Doro, Sherlock was not particularly worried. After all, the neighborhood he lived in was an absolutely upscale community in the United States.

Moreover, due to the country's particular social conditions, the residents here rarely had any contact with the authorities unless they encountered danger.

As for Doro's unusual art style? This was Marvel! After all these years, what monsters and freaks had the public not seen? Compared with those monsters and freaks, Doro could be said to hit everyone right in the heart.

Thus, nearly everyone in the neighborhood regarded Doro as Sherlock's adopted mascot. From the elderly to children, they all had the same reaction to Doro: they liked her, thought she was cute, and wanted to cuddle her!

Furthermore, every resident in this community was either wealthy or influential. Even those who appeared ordinary were likely people of great ability. Doro's social circle could even be called terrifying by United States standards.

Even so, aside from times when she was "borrowed" by someone like Ancient One, Doro had never gone more than a hundred meters away from Sherlock while she was at home.

Under such circumstances, Sherlock's neighbors became the places Doro visited most often besides Sherlock's own house.

And compared to the neighbor on the left, Doro was much closer to the neighbor on the right.

Therefore, after seeing Sherlock lost in his own world, Doro let out another helpless sigh before moving her short little legs and pattering out of Sherlock's room.

Doro's art style might have been abstract, but she was incredibly fast. Within just a few breaths, she had already run out of Sherlock's house. After exiting the front door, she turned right without the slightest hesitation.

After skillfully crossing the yard, Doro stopped before her neighbor's front door, raised her soft white little hand, and gently knocked on it.

"Person, Doro came to see you!"

Along with Doro's childish call, the tightly shut door opened from within. A man appeared behind it, and the instant he saw Doro, he joyfully scooped her up from the ground and repeatedly rubbed his bearded face against her jelly-like cheeks.

"Oh, little Doro, where have you been? Did you miss Uncle Wick?"

Hearing the man's words, Doro tried hard to push away his bearded face while replying in her childish voice.

"Doro went out to play. Person, another person took Doro somewhere else through a sparkly circle to play!"

After hearing Doro's answer, the man was about to say something else and continue burying his face in Doro for a good sniff after being apart from her for so long, but a woman's voice from behind him abruptly interrupted him.

"John, if you bully Doro again, I'll deal with you right now!"

As she spoke, the woman walked over to John, snatched Doro straight from his arms, and left John staring innocently at the stolen Doro, his face full of helplessness and grievance.

"Fine, Helen, but I refuse to admit that I bullied little Doro!"

Hearing John's shameless words, Helen shot him an annoyed glare before carrying Doro into the house.

Yes, you saw that right. This bearded man, who acted like a goofy old father whenever he faced Doro, was John Wick, the god of death who had slaughtered his way through three movies in John Wick.

But unlike in the movies, John Wick had not lost his beloved wife, nor had he adopted the beagle named Daisy. Instead, Doro had practically become the apple of the couple's eye, and they even seemed to treat her as their daughter.

The reason John Wick was able to enjoy such a happy life now was actually Sherlock.

When Sherlock had first transmigrated, John Wick had not yet retired. Under Helen's lead, the Wicks had taken great care of the newly arrived Sherlock. Seeing Sherlock living alone, Helen—the woman capable of reining in the god of death—often invited him over for meals. Over time, the two households grew familiar with one another.

Naturally, Sherlock returned the favor. During John Wick's impossible mission before retirement, he had provided many alchemical tools, allowing John Wick to retire successfully without being bound by any blood marker and become a living legend in the assassin world.

Because of this, the bond between the two households became even deeper. John Wick and Helen were the people who understood Sherlock's secrets best, as well as Sherlock's only friends since his transmigration.

When Helen had fallen ill, it had even been Sherlock who stepped in and used a trace of the Philosopher's Stone's power to successfully cure her.

Supported by such bonds, the couple treated Doro better than anyone besides Sherlock himself. Even Ancient One could not compare.

The only problem was that every time Sherlock saw John Wick acting like a greasy, doting daughter-obsessed father around Doro, he got goosebumps all over.

It was hard to imagine that the man who had slaughtered his way through the entire assassin world for a dog would wear such a greasy expression and speak in such a cutesy voice whenever he saw Doro.

Sherlock had even once suspected that John Wick wanted to fight him for custody of Doro!