The Consequences Of Being A Tyrant Chapter 7

The dark depths of the forest concealed a white figure, faintly visible as it drifted swiftly through the air. Behind it, pale blue lights flickered like burning phosphors, ghostly and dangerous.

If Lin Yu had been conscious and able to witness this scene, he would likely never doubt the existence of ghosts and gods again. But at this moment, his legs dangled in the air, his body held fast by sharp fangs. His eyes were tightly closed, the moonlight spilling onto his profile, which was fair and gentle, like a precious pearl held in the mouth of a wicked dragon.

He was oblivious to everything.

The vegetation was flattened, leaving deep drag marks. Yanyan used his tail to open the second door and gently placed the small person on the bed.

Then he tilted his head, observing for a moment.

In just a few hours, the other party had become even dirtier, covered in dry fallen leaves and dust. There were several thin, shallow scratches on his face, the seeping blood already coagulated. It was a truly pitiful sight.

His pupils narrowed into slits. Scent molecules drifting in the air informed him that the small person still had unhealed wounds.

Yanyan flicked his tongue.

His gaze finally settled on the feet, which looked like they had endured considerable hardship.

Compared to the injuries on his face, the wounds on the small person’s feet were numerous. The scratches were countless, new ones overlapping with those already healed, resembling a tangle of thorns. Toenails and flesh, nearly detached, were connected by only a small piece, the area submerged in blood, revealing the raw, exposed flesh beneath.

The other party looked impossibly soft and white; those feet were probably the toughest part of him.

Yanyan lowered his gaze to his own abdomen. Between the tight scales, there was also a small gap.

However, he couldn’t recall how that scale had disappeared, nor why it had never grown back.

“Hiss—”

The small person on the bed let out a cry of pain. His unconscious movement caused his toenails to scrape against the fabric. His brows furrowed in intense pain, yet he remained tightly shut, as if trapped in a deep nightmare.

Yanyan knew he wasn’t dreaming.

He was simply in too much pain.

The thin, bright moonlight, like a ribbon of silk, was blown onto Lin Yu’s body. In front of him, a massive shadow loomed like a giant beast from the darkness, bowing its head to observe.

The next moment, the shadow shifted. The thick head and neck retracted inward, outlining a human form.

A face identical to the statue in the center of the main hall appeared before Lin Yu. Yanyan bit into his own palm, and blood instantly flowed out, dripping onto Lin Yu’s feet.

Visibly, the long, deep scratches and the exposed, raw flesh began to heal instantly, restoring them to their original flawless white state.

Yanyan withdrew his hand, and the wound on his palm immediately vanished as well.

His original form was too massive, covered in dense, hard scales, making it too troublesome to break through the protection. The human-torso-snake-tail form, however, was much easier to manage when not deliberately defending.

As the power in Yanyan’s blood surged into Lin Yu’s bloodstream, a faint blue glow emanated from his heart beneath the dirty T-shirt, which was now unrecognizable. A moment later, Lin Yu’s eyelashes fluttered several times, and he slowly opened his eyes.

There was only the empty, rushing wind.

Silence filled the room.

Lin Yu rubbed his temples. The surface beneath him was soft and slightly springy, an endless expanse of white. He had returned to the space behind the second door.

He clearly remembered being in the forest before losing consciousness.

Who brought him back?

Thinking of how those people avoided this place, and recalling the words he had overheard during the day, a chill ran down Lin Yu’s spine.

Was he…

Being targeted by a ghost?

Lin Yu hurriedly scrambled off the mattress. Unexpectedly, he saw a crimson mess on his feet. Dried bloodstains wrapped around them like bizarre totems. His heart gave a sudden leap.

Lin Yu widened his eyes and brought his feet close to his face. The bloodstains looked even more terrifying, yet strangely, he didn’t feel the slightest pain. In fact, his body felt more energetic than before he fainted.

Could he really have evolved?

But…

The crisscrossing bloodstains on his feet awakened Lin Yu’s hidden memories. He vaguely recalled a moment during his escape when a piercing pain shot through his feet, but at the time, his mind was solely focused on running, and he didn’t have time to examine them closely.

Even if he hadn’t been injured then, his feet shouldn’t have been completely unscathed. While foraging for food during the day, his ankles and even his knees were covered in dense scratches. The scratches from the first day couldn’t possibly have vanished without a trace in such a short time.

Lin Yu’s internal conviction wavered again.

Could the other party truly harbor no ill will?

Indeed, from the mysteriously appearing mattress to the miraculously healed and treated wounds on his feet, the other party was demonstrating goodwill.

“But, you can’t blame me for overthinking things,” he muttered.

“It’s all so secretive.”

The next moment, his expression froze, because right in the center of his vision, a creamy white, round cake was showcasing its deliciousness from every angle.

Near the doorway, a chair and a dining table had appeared at some point. The table, which had no sharp edges, rotated, holding an incredibly delicate cake.

Compared to the other food Lin Yu had seen in this world, this looked suspiciously normal.

Its size easily made Lin Yu associate it with Pet-only items.

Was he really being kept as a Pet?

Adhering to the principle of not starving to death, Lin Yu observed the cake for a while. Without any hesitation, he picked up a spoon and began to enjoy his first meal in two days.

The outer cream was sweet and smooth, with a faint milky and nutty aroma. The cake base inside was soft but not overly sweet. For his current ravenous state, it was nothing short of a feast.

Lin Yu took spoonful after spoonful, eating in a seemingly refined manner. However, a closer look would reveal his bulging cheeks and his focused gaze that never left the food.

Yanyan gently flicked his tail, his body stretching and relaxing as he changed position, taking in everything in the room.

The small person seemed to have recovered significantly; his pale complexion looked much healthier.

Even his eyes held a satisfied, joyful relaxation.

Yanyan’s lead-colored pupils stared intently at the small person’s lowered, slender eyelashes.

So familiar.

This quiet, refined way of eating overlapped with memories he couldn’t quite grasp in his mind.

Unfortunately, he still couldn’t pinpoint the specific scene.

He looked out at the noisy crowd outside the forest, then climbed to the dome, completely enveloping the Palace. The pale blue lights gathered and coiled together, looking like a dangerous and mysterious sea under the moonlight.

The Beastfolk who had been restless and preparing to enter the forest to search for the small Pet scattered instantly.

Only a few spotted Beastfolk who had chased Lin Yu to the edge of the forest remained reluctantly, guarding the outside, hoping the small person would emerge. They kept peering inward, trying to catch the slightest glimpse of the small person.

Suddenly, their hairs stood on end. Their tails immediately puffed up due to their emotions, and genetic instinct prevented them from looking up.

Only the surveillance screen far away, facing the Palace, kept flashing. In the image, a pair of eyes quietly opened in the moonlight, revealing lead-colored vertical pupils, looking down.

Yanyan flicked his tail. Only after those noisy creatures had left did he slowly shrink his size. He rolled around under the moonlight, and through a gap, he saw the small person happily bouncing onto the bed.

He seemed very cheerful, humming something incoherently under his breath.

Listening to the tuneless singing, Yanyan twitched his tail and closed his eyes.

Noisy.

The next day, An Qiao, who had once again been unluckily chosen, arrived outside the forest.

His legs trembled as he recalled the rumors he had seen on the Opticomp the previous night. He felt certain he wouldn’t return this time.

#He’s angry, he’s angry, danger!#

#Tail fur is all puffed up#

#So thick, so big#

Many trending headlines seemed to have nothing to do with the Tyrant, but clicking on them revealed widespread cries of despair.

In the creation myths passed down through generations, black flames rose from the ground, burning all living things to ash. As the earth wailed, their King awoke from the pale skeleton, suppressing all turmoil and chaos.

He himself represented unshakeable power and authority.

Yet, as the years passed, their reverence turned increasingly into fear.

Over the past one hundred and ninety-four years, their King had grown even larger.

The time that had settled upon him had transformed him into a lofty deity.

Not to mention that this deity, possessing immense power, was also a Tyrant with an atrocious temper.

No one dared to approach a deity.

And no one dared to pull hair from a Tyrant’s head.

Consequently, the forest surrounding the Palace had become a no-man’s-land.

His name, too, had become a secret.

An Qiao shuffled hesitantly to the Palace entrance and saw the tip of their King’s tail, which looked like it had been scorched by fierce flames, constantly twitching.

This was…

For them, tail wagging was something done when they were very happy and excited.

Could their King be happy right now?

How was that possible?!

Just thinking about it made An Qiao feel utterly disjointed. His posture was stiff, like a mummy about to turn to dust.

Worried that he would be thrown out before he could even finish a sentence, as he had been last time, An Qiao didn’t blink once. Like a floodgate opening, he poured out everything he had to say.

“I have brought the proposal regarding the Pet medical subsidy. Your Majesty only needs to stamp it. Also, it seems a small Pet entered the outer forest. We will quickly dispatch personnel to retrieve it and bring it back to the Research Institute. It won’t disturb you.”

Then he saw the lowered tail suddenly stop. A pair of eyes, vaster than the starry sky above, looked down at him.

An Qiao’s legs trembled even more violently.

He repeatedly reviewed his words to see if he had missed anything, concluding that his explanation was comprehensive and perfect. He felt ready to die.

Then he heard a low, unfamiliar voice sound out.

“The stamp, where does it go?”