The Whole Family Are Villains, I’m the Group Pet 70

Chapter 70

Owning a dungeon was a significant achievement for an ordinary monster.

The mall owner had once been a weak, low-level monster, having claimed this dilapidated mall through intimidation, slowly growing stronger by devouring human energy.

He had worked hard to get to where he was!

Then, a phone call changed everything. Hearing the person on the other end introduce himself as the acquisition manager of Shen Group, the mall owner felt his world crumble.

But he knew better than to offend a powerful boss like Shen Yan and, rubbing his hands together nervously, tried to salvage the situation.

“Mr. Shen, you see, this mall has always been mine. I’ve been diligently…consuming humans, and there haven’t been any issues.”

“And, my mall is already a B-level dungeon. High-level monsters like me are hard to come by, don’t you think…?”

He chuckled nervously, his unspoken plea clear.

Having worked so hard to acquire this mall, he naturally wanted to keep it.

Shen Yan, holding a report he had somehow acquired, frowned, his expression serious.

Finally, he looked up and handed the report to the mall owner.

“My assistant just sent me your financial reports. Take a look. Hasn’t this mall been operating at a loss ever since you took over?”

Shen Yan pointed at the charts in the report, highlighting the first twenty years.

“For twenty years, all you’ve done is consume humans and organize small events when there are no players around.”

“Where are the sales promotions that every mall has? And certain essential products, why don’t you have any other monster employees? Are you satisfied with just a small B-level mall?”

The mall owner, feeling like he was being scolded by his teacher, looked at the incomprehensible financial report, his massive body trembling, and turned to Shen Yan.

“Um…I don’t understand…”

Shen Yan hummed, his voice cold, as if expecting this.

“You’re illiterate. Of course you don’t understand.”

He then added: “My little brother knows more characters than you.”

The mall owner felt the world darken around him, his beloved mall slipping away.

Shen Yan pointed at the report, offering a solution.

“Your mall is currently B-level, but it has potential. You should utilize all those empty shops. For example, you could forbid players from bringing their own food and water and sell them overpriced goods.”

This kind of exploitative monopoly was Shen Yan’s specialty.

He looked at the monster, whose bewildered expression seemed almost innocent, stood up, and straightened his clothes, his face filled with disgust.

“Forget it. I’ll have a manager come and train you. This mall will be temporarily closed until your training is complete.”

Hearing that he still had a chance, the mall owner nodded eagerly, his face filled with relief and gratitude.

“Yes, yes! I’ll do whatever you say!”

Shen Yan took the financial report, planning to review it and have his company in the dungeon world prepare a detailed development plan for the mall.

After acquiring Jiale Mall, Shen Yan now owned seven B-level malls.

He thought he could organize joint events between the malls, offering players a unique experience.

As for why this mall had invaded the real world…

Shen Yan doubted he could get any useful information from the mall owner, who was probably too stupid to realize he was being used.

He would have to investigate the school dungeon.

That was the first dungeon to merge with the real world, albeit on a smaller scale.

Thinking this, he walked over to the half-wall in the dessert shop and picked up Xing Nuo, who was eating cake.

Xing Nuo, full from lunch, had only taken a small bite of the cake and was now dozing off, his head tilted, his cheek resting on his hand.

He snuggled against his brother, his eyes closing.

Shen Yan, rubbing the sleepy little one’s face, hummed softly.

“Sleepy?”

Xing Nuo mumbled, still half-asleep, remembering his mission.

“Big Brother…toy car…go home?”

Shen Yan ruffled his sleepy face and hummed.

“Yes, we’ll go home after we get the car.”

He looked down at the first floor.

The promotional booth where the toy cars were being given out was a scene of carnage, blood and dismembered limbs everywhere.

Innocent shop assistants and customers lay dead on the floor.

The dead couldn’t be resurrected.

Shen Yan sighed and took out a Time-Turner.

Fortunately, the mall invaded by the horror world was just a dungeon.

In the dungeon world, high-level monsters were like gods.

The mall was bustling with activity, a line of children waiting at the promotional booth for their free toy cars.

The staff, wearing blue vests, yelled for the children to be patient, using a loudspeaker to promote their newly opened store.

Parents chatted, holding their children’s hands.

Suddenly, a ripple went through the space.

Everyone froze for a few seconds, the mall falling silent.

A shop assistant, clutching his chest, gasped, feeling a chill run down his arm.

“That was weird. I felt a sudden pang of pain, like I was dying!”

“Haha, I felt a chill too!”

“This mall is cursed! I’m leaving!”

The noise returned, some shoppers continuing to browse, while others, feeling uneasy, quickly left.

Shen Yan, carrying the sleepy Xing Nuo, took the elevator down to the first floor.

At the promotional booth, Xing Nuo, still half-asleep, received a shiny red toy car.

He knew each child could only get one, so he sleepily handed it to Shen Yan.

“For Big Brother…later.”

He was referring to Shen Baizhou.

That silly octopus who was waiting for his toy car.

Shen Yan ruffled Xing Nuo’s head and whispered, “Go to sleep.”

He slung the bag with the toy car over his arm and carried Xing Nuo to the car.

A minute after they left, Qi Yao, the third-floor neighbor, arrived at the mall, his car screeching to a halt.

The mall was then temporarily closed due to “fire safety concerns.”

Everyone was evacuated, leaving only a few SIA agents to investigate the anomaly.

Xing Nuo slept in the car and, upon arriving home, snuggled into his dad’s arms, still half-asleep.

He nuzzled Shen Wen’s shoulder and, finding a comfortable position, closed his eyes again.

Shen Wen gently patted Xing Nuo’s back, his eyes filled with affection.

The little one’s warm, soft body felt comforting in his arms, the steady heartbeat soothing.

“Tired? Was it tiring taking Xing Nuo out?”

He put Xing Nuo back in bed and, sitting down on the sofa, looked at Shen Yan.

Shen Yan, facing Shen Wen, his back straight, his tone respectful and professional, like reporting to a superior, replied:

“Not at all. But Xing Nuo ate a cloud bread, so he didn’t eat much for lunch. We should give him more vegetables for dinner.”

A balanced diet was essential for a growing child.

Shen Wen hummed and changed the subject.

“Did you find out why the dungeon appeared in the real world?”

Shen Yan shook his head, his gray eyes filled with frustration.

“No, it seems to have just appeared out of nowhere. I’ll discuss the school situation with Shen Baizhou when he gets back.”

The vice-principal of the school dungeon seemed to know something.

Shen Wen nodded dismissively.

“You control many dungeons. Keep them in check. I don’t want Xing Nuo being dragged into them again.”

Perhaps Shen Yan’s efforts had paid off, because everything remained calm, both in the real world and in Xing Nuo’s world, until he officially started kindergarten.

Xing Nuo, now four years old, was about to participate in his first sports day.

The little one, who had cried on his first day of kindergarten, now walked out of the school, his little round hat on his head, his hand gripping the shirt of the child in front of him, waddling like a little duckling, along with the other children.

They chanted “One, two, one, two,” their steps uneven and messy, but their voices filled with enthusiasm.

The parents waiting at the gate took out their phones, recording their children’s cuteness.

Shen Wen, who hadn’t been fond of using his phone before, had now mastered the art of taking pictures and videos.

Eighty percent of his phone’s storage was filled with pictures and videos of Xing Nuo.

Xing Nuo, second to last in line, spotted his dad and his eyes lit up.

He let go of the other child’s shirt, ran towards his dad, and threw his arms around him.

“Daddy! Came to get Zaizai?”

Shen Wen nodded, picked up Xing Nuo, who was noticeably taller now, and tapped his forehead.

“The teacher mentioned in the group chat that you gave your meat to another child during lunch again.”

Xing Nuo, hearing this, shrank his neck, his face filled with guilt.

Now officially a kindergarten student, he had to stay at school for lunch and wasn’t picked up until 3:30 in the afternoon.

Because of the longer school hours, he would cry every day during nap time, clutching his pillow, running out to look for his dad and brother.

The teachers would have to chase him and carry him back to bed.

Lying on his small cot, tears streaming down his face, he would count down the minutes until his dad came to get him.

Finally, after enduring nap time and the unappetizing afternoon snack, he and the other children would be released.

Although he had been attending kindergarten for over half a month, he still cried occasionally during lunch.

But what troubled the teachers the most was his dislike of meat.

Especially fatty meat. He would poke it with his chopsticks, then, when the teacher wasn’t looking, give it to another child or throw it in the trash.

The teacher had caught him multiple times and even taken away one of his little red flowers as punishment.