Chapter 183

But Kal'tsit gritted her teeth and resisted with all her might.

Although strictly speaking, Kal'tsit was raised by both the Doctor and Precise, if we're talking about seniority, Kal'tsit should call Precise "Mom".

However, this differs from the Doctor's philosophy that "a cat's life matters too."

Precise's philosophy is. "A person is a person, and a pet is a pet. You can breathe on them or bark, that's fine, but if you bite someone, then sorry, if I can't tame you, I can cook you up, right?"

Therefore, Kal'tsit's only reaction to Precise's outstretched hand is to bend over, tuck her ears in, and take a step back.

Precise didn't seem to mind, and even smiled, changing his outstretched hand to palm up. "Come on, AMa-10, shake hands."

Kal'tsit: "?"

Shake hands?

Are you treating me like a dog?

Kal'tsit was naturally unwilling; she was wary, bristled, and very fierce.

But the next second, Kal'tsit suddenly realized that her body was no longer under her control.

She not only took a step forward, but also raised her hand tremblingly, about to place it in Precise's palm.

This naturally caused Kal'tsit to look up in astonishment, only to see Precise smiling at her with diamond-shaped light flashing in his eyes.

'Originium access...'

In an instant, Kal'tsit understood what had happened.

Precise used the authority granted by the Originium to forcibly take control of Kal'tsit's body.

Kal'tsit resisted, gritted her teeth, and struggled, but to no avail.

Kal'tsit could only watch helplessly as her body moved, and uncontrollably raised her hand, forming a cat's paw, and gently placed it in Precise's palm.

But that wasn't all. Kal'tsit was already resentful for responding to the 'shake hands' command, but even her little mouth seemed to open uncontrollably, letting out a soft "Meow..."

Kal'tsit: "?"

"Good boy." Precise was very satisfied.

Kal'tsit: "..."

Watching this farce unfold, the Demon King Rabbit floating in mid-air remained completely unresponsive.

Because Precise in this Worldline is already quite gentle; in other Worldline, Precise would basically just instantly kill Kal'tsit.

However, after watching for a while, it became clear that Precise didn't seem to have any intention of bringing up the important matter again.

The Demon King Rabbit then interjected, "Miss Precise, is there something you need from the prophet?"

"Of course, we're discussing new topics." Precise turned to look at her and said, "The Continuance of Civilization is important, and the failure of the Originium Project is also worrying, but when it comes to topics about parallel worlds and different Worldline, things seem less urgent. I think the Prophet will definitely be quite interested."

"Hmm... I see."

The Demon King Rabbit didn't mention that she had actually tried exploring different Worldline quite a few times, but... the results were less than satisfactory.

The Demon King Rabbit simply nodded its little head and asked, "Then, who is the prophet?"

"Prophet, Little Rabbit, don't you know?"

Precise lightly raised his hand, just as Kal'tsit looked wary and simultaneously put her hand behind her back—

But then they saw Precise use the authority of the Originium to create a clone of a body in front of them.

The body had short white hair, a sickly beauty-like face, and a delicate, wifely demeanor.

Seeing that the Demon King Rabbit had no reaction, Precise raised his hand again and dressed the body in a robe, and finally put a hood on it.

"Ah... it's the Doctor."

At this point, the Demon King Rabbit seemed to finally recognize who the 'prophet' Precise had mentioned was, and exclaimed in realization, "I haven't met the Doctor from this Worldline yet, but there is one in my brother's family, you know?"

"Brother?" Precise heard a new term and was curious.

"Oh right, my brother pulled him out from the 'Originium Outbreak' Worldline. But when he was pulled out, the Doctor was already on the verge of death. Three Kal'tsit from different Worldline took turns treating him, and we don't know how he is now."

Kal'tsit: "?"

Precise: "?"

The Demon King Rabbit's seemingly casual remark contained a wealth of keywords and information.

As a result, both Precise and Kal'tsit had to remain silent for the time being to digest the situation.

But the Demon King Rabbit didn't stop. "Although I don't know exactly what happened, everyone died in the 'Originium Outbreak' Worldline. Only the Doctor survived, and it seems that he was saved by Precise and Amiya from that Worldline. Maybe that Doctor knows something. Miss Precise, if you're curious, why don't you go and ask him?"

"I am indeed curious—" Precise began.

But before she could finish speaking, she saw the Demon King Rabbit raise its hand towards her with an expression that seemed to say, "I've been waiting for you to say that."

Then Precise discovered that the jet-black Originium started from her toes and spread across her entire body at an extremely fast speed.

This surprised Precise slightly, and then she immediately realized that the Little Rabbit Demon King Rabbit... could it be that its purpose from the beginning was to capture her?

And the truth is—

Yes, that's true.

Upon discovering that the Precise in this Worldline was not the god she had imagined, the Demon King Rabbit lost interest in Precise.

But... well, since we're already here, let's just do what that Year Beast did and capture Miss Precise too, and send her to my brother so he can play with her.

Chapter 281 I already told you, Little Watermelon, you're a closet pervert, but you don't believe me?

Precise seemed to understand what the Demon King Rabbit meant, so she did not struggle.

She let the Originium cover her entire body until she was wrapped up like an 'egg', then the egg flew into the sky with a whoosh and disappeared.

The Demon King Rabbit lowered its head again, only to meet Kal'tsit's gaze.

Kal'tsit was naturally relieved that Precise had been sent away, but she was also wondering if the Demon King Rabbit would be sent away next.

But no.

The Demon King Rabbit glanced at Kal'tsit a few times and said, "Hmm... there seem to be too many cats at my brother's place, so Dr. Kal'tsit, you should probably skip this."

Kal'tsit: "...?"

Hold the planet model and flip it a few times, then release it and watch it start to rotate again.

Seeing that there were no major problems, Chen Ran said, "See, isn't it all set?"

After saying that, he looked down and saw that the Little Watermelon was standing with her mouth slightly open, looking so shocked and adoring that she couldn't utter a word.

Chen Ran then laughed again, "Little Watermelon, do you still want to play? Anyway, we can go back in time, so you can destroy the house however you want."

"... No, thank you."

Xi remained silent, looking at Chen Ran with a complicated expression for a long time before finally shaking her head.

Chen Ran's Time Reversal left Xi with mixed feelings.

If... Xi meant if, if this lecherous man were truly impatient and forcibly violated her, and then threw her back into that planet model afterward, could a time rewind make it seem like nothing happened?

Because rewinding time includes rewinding one's physical condition and memories, Xi would be completely unaware of what had happened, while Chen Ran would have already toyed with her countless times...

What if this lecherous man only traces her memories without tracing her physical condition?

What if... what if she, completely unaware of what was happening, was slapped by Chen Ran and her body spontaneously sticks out her little butt? And she herself would be astonished at why her body was acting so lewdly?

As Xi was thinking this, the next second, she suddenly felt herself suspended in mid-air.

The feeling of weightlessness startled Xi, and when she quickly came to her senses, she instinctively reached out and hugged the object next to her.

Before she could even figure out what was going on, Chen Ran's voice came from above her head. "I thought you'd be resistant, Little Watermelon, but I didn't expect you to be so proactive, huh?"

Initiative?

What initiative?

Xi was slightly taken aback. She looked down, then looked up again.

Then she realized that while she was in a daze, Chen Ran had already put one arm around her waist and supported her leg with the other, lifting her up in a princess carry.

The thing that Xi had rushed to grab earlier was Chen Ran's arm and forearm.

Seeing this, Xi felt as if her hand was burning, and quickly withdrew it. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she said, "You, you lecherous scoundrel, how dare you treat me so lightly? Put me down at once!"

"I just hugged you, how is that taking liberties with you?"

Chen Ran naturally wouldn't let go. "I just saw you standing there in a daze, Little Watermelon, and I called you for a long time without responding. I was thinking that you might be sleepy, so I carried you back to let you rest. How did it become a matter of indecent behavior?"

After saying that, Chen Ran deliberately added, "Just as your sister Xiao Niangao said, Little Watermelon, you seem more serious than anyone else on the surface, but you're actually more of a sly and repressed person than anyone else in private."

"A repressed, repressed pervert?! You lecherous scoundrel, stop spouting nonsense! Put me down right now!"

Even if she accidentally blurted out any of the things she was thinking, her "secretly passionate" nature would be confirmed...

But Xi would definitely not admit it.

No matter how much Xi struggled, her half-meter-tall size, resembling a sentient Dora, was ultimately futile.

So Chen Ran carried her all the way to the sofa and sat her down.

"Wait!" Xi exclaimed anxiously, "You scoundrel, you really don't care about getting dirty, how could you just sit down like that?"

Chen Ran and Heart of the Corrupted Skadi had previously engaged in a fierce battle of 300 rounds on this sofa. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say the sofa was completely soaked; it was practically a waterfall.

So you just sat down like that?

"Little Watermelon, what are you up to now?"

"Why is it me causing trouble again? It's clearly you who's making a fuss—"

Xi wanted to explain, but when she turned her head, she found that the sofa was spotless and clean, without a single water stain. It was nothing like the flooded sofa she remembered.

This startled Xi, and she even began to doubt whether her memory was wrong.

Wait... Could it be that, as she just imagined, her memories have actually been rewound?

Did this lecherous man ever humiliate her?

With these thoughts in mind, Xi secretly looked up to see Chen Ran's reaction.

But she found that Chen Ran had already placed her on his lap, then reached out and hugged her tightly, resting his chin on her head.

At only about half a meter in size, it was just the right size, and Chen Ran could hold it comfortably in his arms.

Ke Xi's mind is still filled with those... those... uh... the contents of Little Liu Bei.

So when Xi saw Chen Ran hug her for a long time and then suddenly reach out, she instinctively shrank back and covered herself.

But Chen Ran just glanced at her with amusement, then reached out and bypassed her, taking a tablet computer from the table.

"I already told you, Little Watermelon, you're a real pervert, but you still won't admit it."

Evening. "..."

Xi would naturally not admit it.

Before Xi could say anything, Chen Ran fiddled with the tablet for a bit, then shoved it into her arms. "Here, take it and play."

"... Even if you try to please me now, you're still a lecher."

"Why would I try to please Little Watermelon?" Chen Ran asked. "I just wanted you to see this."

"What is this?"

"AI Drawing".

Evening. "?"

You're showing an art student how to AI Drawing?

Despite saying that, Xi, who had studied art to the point of being a shut-in, really didn't know what AI was, let alone drawing.

So when Xi held the tablet, her expression shifted from initial confusion to curiosity, then to relief, and finally to anger. "This can be called drawing?!"

Xi seemed to have completely forgotten that she was still sitting on Chen Ran's lap.

Completely absorbed in the tablet, she swayed back and forth, kicking her dangling little feet.