What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God’s Bathtub

Organ transplant? Transplanting bug wings into a test subject?

He Ruge suddenly remembered the mutated bat-like monster he saw on the fourth floor when he completed the “Mysterious Infirmary” side mission.

It was just a quick glance, but it left a deep impression on him.

Was his little white tiger going to turn into such a monster?

… How painful would that be?

To install an organ that belonged to a different race, it was like a patched up doll. Not to mention that the final appearance would be hard for the little white tiger to accept, just the rough patching process was unimaginably painful. This was a body of flesh and blood, not a painless doll.

He Ruge could not bear to look at the description of the second experiment. If the second experiment was so painful, then what about the other experiments? The third experiment, the fourth experiment … After the sixth experiment, even if the little white tiger did not die, it would shed a layer of skin.

Even though he knew that this was just a fake game, He Ruge still felt worried. If the game maker wanted to make the player’s heart ache, then this game had done it.

He Ruge’s joy of changing the map had been washed away by the heartache.

Yellow Itachi opened Compartment 19 and put the little rabbit that had curled up in a ball into a small iron cage. At the same time, the “him” in the game also put the little white tiger into the iron cage.

Yellow Itachi was not qualified to participate in the “Wings of the Grim Reaper”. He handed over the iron cage that contained the little rabbit. He Ruge carried the little rabbit in his left hand and the little white tiger in his right hand and left room B6.

The staff that led the way didn’t say anything from the beginning to the end. He was wearing a protective mask and tight work clothes, and when he walked down the corridor, he looked like a ghost.

The little rabbit that was being carried by He Ruge in the iron cage was especially excited. It kept on chattering. He looked around and around, especially when he passed by the window at the end of the corridor. The little rabbit stared fixedly at the sunlight, its ruby-like eyes sparkling.

Compared to the frightened little rabbit, the little white tiger’s reaction was very calm. It didn’t look out of the bright window, but quietly looked at He Ruge.

The “Wings of the Grim Reaper” experiment site was on the second underground floor. When He Ruge walked into the first underground floor, the little rabbit suddenly quieted down and curled up in a ball nervously.

The underground floor was very dark, so dark that it seemed like it could breed ghosts.

He Ruge saw the “Wings of the Grim Reaper” experiment site. Even though he was separated by a screen, he felt a chill.

In front of him was a large hall.

Countless metal cages were stacked together, some were big and some were small. The big cages were big enough to hold an elephant, while the small cages could barely hold a hamster. The ground that the metal cages occupied was red to the point of turning black, and the green and white ground was dyed with a new oppressive color.

What made He Ruge’s back turn cold was that all the cages were filled with corpses, like tombstones in the dead hall.

The staff member who was leading the way was silent and did not look sideways as he walked through the hall. He did not even spare a glance at the iron cages that were piled up like a mountain.

When he walked through the hall, the staff member stopped. He turned around and pointed in the direction of the hall.

Crow

“That’s a garbage dump. In the future, if you see any trash, just throw it there. There will be a Street Sweeper to deal with it. ”

Walking out of the hall, there was a dark corridor, and on both sides of the corridor were closed doors. Crow opened the door to room “214”. Room “214” was very small, and to He Ruge’s surprise, there was a large iron cage that took up half of the space in the room.

A gigantic golden python was coiled in the iron cage, and on the back of the snake was a pair of extremely incongruous fleshy wings. Compared to the giant python’s body, the fleshy wings were ridiculously small, and the area where the fleshy wings connected with the snake’s skin had already begun to rot, and white maggots could be seen wriggling around.

Crow

“Although the room is a little small, I will soon be able to make room for it.”

The meaning behind Crow’s words was obvious. This golden python was going to die soon.

The reddish-brown eyes of the snake were covered by a layer of murky greyish-white. Although the golden python took up a lot of space, it did not move at all. It was so quiet that it did not seem to exist.

When the little white tiger and little rabbit’s small iron cages were placed in the corner of the room, the golden python suddenly flicked its tongue. This sudden movement caused the little rabbit to freeze in fear.

The little white tiger glanced at the golden python, its Blue Eye showing a hint of pity.

Crow

“The fresh ingredients will arrive tomorrow. Tomorrow, the new round of” Wings of the Reaper “will officially begin. I will bring you to the staff accommodation first.”

He Ruge was a little worried when he left the “214” room. Even though the golden python looked like it was going to die soon and was locked in the iron cage, He Ruge could not help but worry that he would harm the little white tiger and little rabbit.