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

Crow

[I’m going to blow up this laboratory.]

He Ruge was stunned when he read Crow’s words, suspecting that he was seeing things.

… Blew up?

The weapons and energy bombs piled up in the dormitory proved that Crow was not joking. However, how did Crow get his hands on so many weapons?

Crow

[Do you want to go with me?]

[Crow, who has regained his memories, is filled with resentment towards the Xinghai Orphanage’s laboratory. The Golden Python’s betrayal became the fuse, causing Crow to make the decision to take revenge regardless of the cost. Before taking action, he has sent you an invitation. Your choice is:

A. Join Crow

B. Protect yourself wisely

Although He Ruge was very tempted by Crow’s suggestion, this stupid laboratory and stupid orphanage should have been blown up a long time ago. However, with just one look, it was obvious that there was no way back from this operation. He was not alone. He still had Little White Tiger and Little Elf Soft-soft. If he and Crow died together, what would happen to Little White Tiger?

In the end, He Ruge rejected this move that made everyone’s blood boil.

Crow took a deep puff of his cigarette and coughed a few times in discomfort. He then casually tossed the cigarette butt into the trash can. He jumped down from the energy cannon and loaded all of his weapons onto his body. His arms, his back, his legs, and even his head.

Crow, who had transformed into a cannon, carried a large energy cannon. His back had the solemn and stirring aura of a warrior who would never return. He was just as silent as before, but he was no longer like a ghost in the darkness. No ghost would be so murderous and fearless.

Crow kicked the door open and waved at He Ruge without turning his head back.

He opened the cages of all the test subjects on the second floor and asked those test subjects who were about to successfully fuse, if they were willing to blow up the laboratory on the third floor with him.

Little White Tiger’s cage was also opened.

Little White Tiger squatted on the ground and looked at Crow for a long time. Looking at the test subjects that were forming a row behind Crow, it let out a soft howl. It did not join the team of revenge but instead turned around and ran towards He Ruge.

He Ruge held Little White Tiger in his arms and stood at the end of the corridor, watching Crow leave. The last thing he saw was the raven’s black wings slowly unfurling its clothes.

Loud alarms rang throughout the entire orphanage. The roar of the explosion drowned out everything. Half of the corridor on the second floor had almost collapsed.

…

Crow was dead.

The test subjects behind Crow were also dead. They dragged the demons of the third floor down to hell. However, unlike those demons who had no conscience, all of them had bug wings, so they could fly straight from hell to heaven.

[Crow blew up the laboratory on the third floor and admitted that he had something to do with the Golden Python’s escape. He was the one who opened the door to the carriage and allowed the Golden Python to destroy the top floor. You have been cleared of suspicion and are safe and sound.]

He Ruge didn’t see the scene of Crow’s death, but the game’s narration allowed him to imagine everything.

… Crow, he really was a person who repaid kindness and took revenge. He blew up the laboratory just like that. Before he died, he didn’t forget to help him get rid of suspicion.

He Ruge pushed up his glasses. The sour feeling in his chest accumulated. He knew that he should be happy for Crow. For a person like Crow, who would do whatever he wanted, the best outcome would be to take revenge on the spot. If he had to endure, he wouldn’t be happy even if he survived.

However, He Ruge felt terrible. He didn’t want to continue playing the game. He looked at the time and realized that it was already very late. He Ruge turned off the game. He tossed and turned on the bed. He couldn’t fall asleep for a long time.

His heart was suffocating, as if he was suffocating. He Ruge got out of bed. He walked to the window and pulled open the curtains to look at the starry sky.

Could people really turn into stars when they died? Could people who died meet on the stars? Then which star were the dead Crow and the Golden Python on?

It was just a game, but He Ruge felt that all the NPCs in the game were real. It wasn’t good to play the game too realistically. It made him feel terrible.

Since he couldn’t sleep, he might as well write!

Sexy author. Late at night. He Ruge had been writing every day since he joined V. Although he spent a lot of time writing every day, he still didn’t have much time to write.

It took him eight to nine hours to write at a speed of one thousand five hundred. He Ruge wasn’t a coding machine. Constantly writing would give him the illusion that his brain was empty.

Other than writing, he was just a little white tiger. However, according to his daily progress, he would be done in two months. After that, he wanted to give himself a break.