Chapter 270
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Chapter 270: Online Begging
“That makes sense.”
The soldier felt that his teammate had a valid point; just like how a fool is a fool because a normal person cannot understand their way of thinking.
After thinking for a moment, he suppressed a smile and continued to observe.
Hundreds of meters away, at the temporary headquarters of the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult.
“Boss, you truly possess extraordinary wisdom!”
Both heads of the three wolves on either side had shed a few tufts of fur, with one tilting left and the other tilting right, ignoring each other.
The middle head placed the gathered nutritional paste in the center of the temporary camp and began reporting the harvest to Fulan while flattering her in the way only extraordinary beasts knew how.
“Well done, you weren’t tempted by the food to approach recklessly.”
Fulan sat atop a high platform made of animal bones; though it was called a high platform, it was actually not taller than the larger extraordinary beasts.
She scanned the three wolves below and asked the other extraordinary beasts nearby,
“How is it? Is it enough to eat?”
“It’s enough, it’s enough.”
The Great Elder was quite large and needed a lot of food. To it, the amount of nutritional paste enough for a human to sustain energy for a day was no different from crumbs.
However, the extraordinary beasts of the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult had now entered energy-saving mode, needing less food.
Moreover, having the experience of following the main force, they were accustomed to being starving and were fully devoted to Fulan, who could bring them food.
Although no one understood why the boss could cast illusions and make humans deliver food continuously, it didn’t matter; they just needed to eat.
“Boss, I, I…”
The left guardian, standing on the other side, looked distressed at that moment.
As the first extraordinary beast to follow Fulan, his loyalty was undoubtedly the highest, and Fulan trusted him greatly.
Seeing his expression, Fulan asked in confusion,
“What’s wrong?”
“Food is stuck in my throat…”
The left guardian said with some difficulty,
“I’m having a bit of trouble breathing.”
Fulan felt a wave of dizziness,
“What do you want to do?”
“…I want to drink water.”
The left guardian replied without hesitation.
This indeed posed a problem for Fulan; outside Hope City, the wilderness seemed to be flattened by a giant, and it would take nearly a whole day just to barely see a river.
And it was clear that such conditions were absent around the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult camp.
Fulan fell into deep thought, and less than a minute later, she decisively jumped down from the high platform:
"Wait for me."
With the resolve of one who would not return, Fulan stepped out of the temporary headquarters of the Holy Fire Meow Meow Cult, making her way toward the red line.
Once more, she conjured an illusion, and the banner that had appeared just the day before unfurled again.
On the city wall, soldiers were attempting to decipher the actions of the extraordinary beasts in the distance when they suddenly noticed a diminutive creature, scarcely larger than a hand, emerge from their tattered encampment.
Not only did it emerge, but it also began to advance towards them.
"Alert!"
At the soldier’s command, a dozen gun barrels on the city wall were trained on the distant Fulan.
The petite extraordinary beast approached the red line, and an illusory banner unfurled, directed squarely at the city wall.
The soldier tasked with recording squinted, finding the distance of several hundred meters still too great for clear vision.
"I can’t see it clearly. Quickly, read what it says."
The soldier with the binoculars underwent several shifts in expression before finally voicing, with a tone of disbelief towards the world and himself,
"I’m thirsty. Give me some water."
The recording soldier pursed his lips, set down his pen, and handed a bottle of water to the observing soldier, who promptly pushed it away.
They locked eyes for two seconds; in the silence laden with bewilderment, the soldier with the binoculars stated,
"I said, the banner reads ‘I’m thirsty. Give me some water.’"
“…Ah, this…”
Some drinking water, encased in special containers, was loaded into the launcher.
With a resounding "bang," the package arced through the air, landing just beyond the red line.
The palm-sized feline creature swiftly pounced, harnessing strength belying its size to hoist the item and scurry back towards the camp.
"I’m back from hunting in the wild!"
Fulan returned to the camp with the specially made water bag, met with jubilant cheers from her companions, or more accurately, her subordinates.
After administering water to the left guardian, he swiftly regained his vigor, appearing much more spirited, and began to frolic around Fulan.
"Boss, I knew you’d find a way!"
The left guardian, having narrowly escaped death, was visibly exhilarated, his admiration for Fulan reaching new heights.
These extraordinary beasts, illiterate as they were, had entirely misconstrued Fulan’s act of begging as a divine miracle.
After all, even if it was essentially just soliciting sustenance from humans, only Fulan could achieve such a feat, especially considering the extraordinary beasts’ brains were not proportionate to their size, incapable of grasping such convoluted matters.
On the city wall.
"What are those wolf pups howling about?"
"I don’t know. Do you think I can understand?"
"True, so what have you deduced?"
"I’ve noticed something, well, it seems that little kitten is the most intelligent; it’s the one we can communicate with, so make a note of it. Whether for negotiation or assassination, this one’s priority is the highest."
"Okay, I’ll jot that down. Anything else?"
"I just feel that we should prepare more supplies of food and water; in our interactions with those creatures, these items must be considered hard currency."
—
Days passed, and the cold winds of November swept into Hope City.
Judging from observations in a previous life, or perhaps from another world, Hope City seemed to occupy a peculiar position.
Its summers were warm but not excessively so, and not overly humid, while November, despite the chill, wasn’t bitterly cold; the entire planet (if this world truly was a planet) appeared to be in a state of equilibrium.
Lin Qingliu had little to attend to these past few days; his followers were occupied with their respective tasks, which wouldn’t yield immediate feedback.
Instead, it was something else that stirred a different sensation within Lin Qingliu.
Fulan had recounted to him all she had seen while wandering outside Hope City, and the sight of the old life pods neatly arranged in the open space sent a chill down his spine.
Even with his experience of traversing worlds, Lin Qingliu found himself doubting the reality of this world in that moment.
After all, the last time he had witnessed such a scene was in a renowned sci-fi movie from his previous life.
"Could it be that this world is actually an illusion? Are we living within a colossal server?"
Lying in bed, Lin Qingliu found sleep elusive, as he began to dissect the information swirling in his mind.
"What am I, then? A glitch in a cybernetic world?"
