The Consequences Of Being A Tyrant Chapter 9

Lin Yu’s feet had just touched the ground when the force on the back of his neck slowly disappeared. This strange sensation made him open his eyes in surprise, but everything in front of him remained unchanged.

It seemed like nothing more than an invisible gust of wind.

But wind wouldn’t pick up his collar.

Yes.

Pick up.

The force that had suddenly grabbed him from behind didn’t feel like a strong hand; instead, it felt like fangs had locked onto his neck, causing an involuntary chill and shiver.

The sudden gust of wind that blew in became slow and heavy, like the breath of a giant beast.

Lin Yu suddenly realized he had been mercifully let go.

He opened his mouth again, his voice trembling, “Hello there.”

In this prolonged silence, he didn’t even dare to continue calling the other party “Keeper,” fearing such an obvious attempt at familiarity.

Yanyan tilted his head, observing the increasingly pale expression on the little person’s face. He was displeased, wondering why he was so frail.

He further extinguished the thought of revealing his true form in front of the other party. The little person hadn’t even seen his true body yet and was already this frightened. If he did see it, Yanyan estimated the little person’s three souls and seven spirits would probably fly right out.

For some reason, just thinking about that scene made Yanyan extremely uncomfortable.

He recalled the sight of the little person curled up in the grass blades, his eyes, clear as water, trembling as he peeked out, carrying a sense of newborn innocence and fragility.

So timid.

But inexplicably, Yanyan felt that the little person’s gaze toward him wouldn’t be like that.

Just imagining those eyes reflecting his massive form, with the emotions flowing from them being only fear and apprehension, made Yanyan feel suffocated.

It shouldn’t be like that.

Yet, reason told him.

It should be.

So he didn’t speak and didn’t approach the little person again.

Lin Yu was left alone, looking around blankly and somewhat at a loss.

Could his Keeper be a ghost who wasn’t good with words?

Or perhaps, other powers existed in this world, but even during the chase, Lin Yu had never witnessed such peculiar abilities.

He turned and looked up, bowing obediently, “Thank you for helping me.”

Otherwise, he would have fallen miserably.

Yanyan nodded, not caring that the other party couldn’t see him.

He flicked his tail, just about to withdraw his Mental Power from this area, when he suddenly saw the little person slowly bending over in an extremely stiff posture.

Almost hunched.

Those sincere, clear eyes didn’t look up.

The Mental Power he had planned to withdraw suddenly paused. On the pure white, glazed Palace, lead-colored eyes quietly opened. Vast Mental Power rushed through Lin Yu’s body like a flood.

Lin Yu clutched his stomach, deeply understanding what it meant to feel pain with every breath. He suspected he might die again. The organs in his abdomen felt like they were being kneaded into a ball, flesh squeezed together, and mucus turning into glue with every breath, constantly pulling and tearing.

It hurt so much.

Lin Yu was not unfamiliar with this feeling, but it was still difficult to endure. In his early years, due to suppressed emotions, he experienced stomach cramps almost every month. However, after leaving home, although his diet was irregular, his stomach had strangely never hurt again.

For him at this moment, a single second was enough to be segmented into countless long fractions.

Lin Yu’s mind wandered. Would he scare his Keeper away?

He was an unhealthy Pet.

During the selection process, he was often the first to be abandoned.

He knew nothing about the other party, only clinging to them because of that kindness. What if the requirements the other party had for a Pet were completely different from him?

Like dealing with a stray cat that ran to the doorstep.

He hadn’t been “taken in” yet.

He could be driven out at any moment.

The ever-present pressure of survival made Lin Yu raise his eyes to look upward. Tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, a thin layer of moisture covering his eye membranes, like a hazy, empty mountain in the misty rain, possessing a breathtaking beauty.

“Please.”

Don’t give up on him.

The stress and mental tension of the past few days allowed his tears to be wantonly vented during this bout of pain.

Yanyan looked at the dewdrop-like tears, his heart fiercely moved.

He opened his mouth in a hoarse voice, offering clumsy comfort. “Don’t cry.”

Lin Yu’s spine stiffened.

Truly, truly a ghost.

But soon, this fear, ingrained in his genes, disappeared. Something held up his drooping hand, like soft, invisible water.

Lin Yu’s spirit relaxed upon receiving the reply, knowing his life was safe for now.

Although his Keeper might not be professionally suited, Lin Yu hadn’t forgotten the mattress and the cake that appeared on the dining table. The other party was not a ghost with absolutely no connection to the outside world. The architecture here was so unique; the owner here was certainly no ordinary ghost.

And so, he gloriously closed his eyes and fainted.

Yanyan looked at the little person curled into a crescent moon shape in his hand, his pupils slightly constricted. If he couldn’t feel the rise and fall of the other party’s breathing, he would have doubted whether the little person was still alive.

Still alive.

Yanyan’s gaze moved away from the little person’s sweat-soaked forehead.

Too much time had passed; Yanyan couldn’t remember the taste of pain, but looking at the curled-up little person now, he seemed to recall some of it.

Yanyan transformed into his human-headed, snake-bodied form, bit his pinky finger, and squeezed the blood near the little person’s mouth.

A sweet, metallic smell floated in the air. Lin Yu vaguely felt himself immersed in a sea of blood. His nose was filled with a chilling, bloody scent, and some other memory seemed ready to resurface. He clenched his jaw, furrowing his brow and turning his head away.

But the next moment, the sea of blood roared, splashing all over his face. Under the sudden impact, the cold liquid poured into his mouth.

“Cough, cough.”

Lin Yu coughed continuously with his eyes closed, but his body gradually warmed up. Unbeknownst to him, the tearing pain in his stomach slowly disappeared.

Yanyan looked down at the little person whose complexion was gradually turning rosy, a hint of softness flashing in his eyes. Perhaps the embrace of the Mental Power made him comfortable, as the little person even lightly rubbed against it.

His eyes and brows were peaceful and serene.

Yanyan gently wiped the little person’s messy face. He didn’t know where the little person got such strength, refusing to swallow the blood. Tears kept flowing, more torrential than the rainy season.

It wasn’t until Yanyan stuffed his entire pinky finger into the little person’s mouth that the little person, wrinkling his face, reluctantly swallowed it all.

After recovering, he coughed with great distaste, his brow not relaxing for a moment.

His blood, was it that unpleasant?

Yanyan looked at his pinky finger. The puncture wound had disappeared, and the bloodstains had faded considerably due to the little person’s saliva. Yanyan extended his tongue and licked it.

His lead-colored pupils suddenly became vertical. He blinked slowly, and the next moment, returned to normal.

He was hungry.

The blood, imbued with power, had awakened his appetite.

At the same time, the more subtle factors within the blood allowed Yanyan to understand his physical condition in advance.

He was going into heat.

Yanyan’s mating period was not particularly regular. For a long time, aside from basic feeding, he mostly coiled around the stone pillar, like a blue bas-relief.

But basic physiological states didn’t disappear; they just became brief, and the intervals between them lengthened.

Yanyan couldn’t remember how many days and nights the trees and plants outside had withered and flourished, but now he tasted a certain restlessness in his own blood.

And during his last heat, he seemed to have uprooted quite a few trees with his tail and crushed a stone pillar. The scattered debris was still behind the door.

He still remembered the machines hovering outside the forest perimeter.

Wary, fearful.

So he had whipped those pale, bird-like things away with his tail, and then some mushroom-like humans had run out, looking at him in horror.

He had gained a period of peace and quiet.

This time…

He looked at the little person, whose posture had become much more natural. The little person looked very well-behaved.

He would restrain himself.

Because he wanted to see the little person every day, just like a scene that had existed long ago.

Yanyan’s eyes glazed over for a moment until a groan escaped from his palm.

Lin Yu woke up.

He slowly opened his eyes.

It was the familiar mattress. Soft blankets enveloped him, bringing a lazy, comfortable sensation. He had been wrapped into a fuzzy cocoon, like an infant in swaddling clothes.

Lin Yu wiggled his toes, his instep rubbing against the fluffy blanket. He felt a strong sense of security from this wrapping method, though it was a little hot.

And slightly suffocating.

“Hoo—”

Lin Yu exhaled, struggling to pull his limbs, excluding his head, out of the “cocoon.” He felt the ease of emerging from a chrysalis.

Besides him, there was probably only his Keeper here, no one else.

The person who covered him was obvious.

Lin Yu gently pressed his abdomen. The pain and hunger had completely disappeared. He looked at the swaying spring light outside. If he hadn’t slept another day and night, the effect of this treatment was nothing short of miraculous and perfect.

Everything was well taken care of.

He was clearly looked after.

There was a sense of relief, as if all his internal organs were back in place.

He could continue to be reckless.

Lin Yu silently retracted that last thought.

Lin Yu sat on the mattress, looking at the wall, which was incredibly bright from the sunlight. It seemed he was alone again.

He recalled the voice he heard before he fainted.

It wasn’t extremely deep, slightly hoarse, as if the speaker hadn’t talked for a long time.

His Keeper seemed to truly be male.

And the voice was quite pleasant.

Lin Yu swung his legs. “Keeper? Are you still here?”

This time, he didn’t wait long.

He heard a voice gently descending from the air.

“I am.”