If it hadn't been for Punishment, Heiduo might never have known that Lugia had a hidden chatterbox side. 👻💥 🐼🐠
It talked nonstop while rescuing people.
At first, Heiduo ignored it. Later, to make it shut up, he had no choice but to cut it down to three days.
Seriously, what was wrong with it? Whenever he asked it to do something, it came up with endless Nasty Plot schemes, but when told to eat less and watch fewer dramas, it threw tantrums and rolled around?
Having watched everything worth watching to the point of boredom in his previous life, Heiduo naturally couldn't understand. But to Lugia, which had never encountered any of this before, modern dramas were like an addictive poison it couldn't quit.
To put it another way, it was like a new web novel reader who had only gotten into the hobby a few months ago. They usually accepted anything, had high poison resistance, and were interested in every genre they had never tried before.
That state would only start to fade after a few years, eventually dropping to a low point within perhaps three or four years—maybe longer. By then, Heiduo would no longer be able to threaten Lugia with this.
Because it would lose interest in most dramas.
At the top of an office building.
"Where are you taking him?"
As Heiduo carried a heavily bleeding young man onto Lugia's back, a middle-aged woman beside him spoke with a panicked expression.
"Where else? To the hospital. Where else would I take him? If we delay any longer, the wound will get infected!" Heiduo opened the medical kit and briefly cleaned the mud and sand from the young man's wound.
The latter howled miserably in pain, his legs twitching like a pig having its throat cut