Ming Ruan froze, not daring to move, until the cool nose withdrew and the shallow breaths receded. Only then did he look at the gray wolf, who had retreated to a safe distance.
“Hehe, thank you, baby.” Ming Ruan scratched his head, suddenly feeling an inexplicable awkwardness.
Xie Gewen averted his gaze, too. He went back to the side, picked up a large pillar in his mouth, and brought it over to Ming Ruan, a soft “woof” rumbling in his throat – Let me help you.
Seeing this, Shi Huai immediately stood up alertly. He proactively jumped into the pile of parts, randomly grabbing one and yanking and pulling.
The part didn’t budge.
Damn it! Why can’t I lift it?! What a useless beast form!
The fox whined and yelped in frustration.
【This is just like those recently popular ancient-era palace harem dramas.】
【…More like an unscrupulous boss making his employees compete.】
【Are you just being deliberately obtuse, earlier commenter? (Tears)】
【I’m really worried. Is this kind of fiercely competitive environment really suitable for beastmen’s recovery? Won’t it trigger a Rampage?】
…
“Rumor has it that Mr. Xie’s and Mr. Shi’s conditions have improved since meeting the Executor, but is an environment like this still conducive to recovery? You see, my child is also in the 12th District. As a mother, I…”
The headquarters of the Beastman Research Institute in the Central City District was suddenly intruded upon by an elegant yet agitated noble madam.
Ever since the new Executor of District 12 took office, public discussion had been rampant. Yet, unbeknownst to most, that small live stream room had long been secretly drawing the attention of more and more high-ranking, influential individuals.
The noble madam, lifting her skirt hem, hurriedly followed the Institute’s receptionist into the meeting room. Looking up, she found it was already packed. Several people stood in the very front row.
Those seated were mostly dignitaries. And standing at the very front were the Institute’s Vice President and… His Highness the Third Prince!
The noble madam hastily lowered her head, offering a salute: “Your Highness, good day—please forgive my rudeness just now.”
“Good day, Lady Carlos.” The Third Prince turned slightly, offering a smiling nod. “We are all very concerned about the condition of the Beastmen. You were simply a bit anxious; there is no need to apologize, Madam.”
With that, the Third Prince turned back and continued questioning the Vice President: “According to your prior research, tension, competition, conflict… none of these are suitable for beastman recovery. I believe we can make some requests for adjustments regarding the District 12 Executor…”
“No, no, forgive my impudence, Your Highness, but clearly, according to the data we’re monitoring in real-time, Xie Gewen’s and Shi Huai’s overall conditions are still rapidly improving.” As he spoke, the Vice President’s Light Brain chimed, and two files were transmitted.
“Here they are. Everyone, please look.”
The Vice President projected the still-dynamically-changing mental state graphs, even displaying footage from Ming Ruan’s live stream alongside it.
In the footage, Ming Ruan was assembling parts with one hand while reaching out with the other, as if asking for something.
The gray wolf trotted over with a fuzzy ball in its mouth.
The fire fox pounced from the side, scrambling to be the quickest, and plopped its head right into the palm of Ming Ruan’s hand.
Ming Ruan squeezed it, looked back in surprise, and laughed uncontrollably. He scooped up the fox and ruffled it playfully.
In Ming Ruan’s arms, the fox bared its teeth provocatively at the gray wolf.
The gray wolf’s surface remained calm, but four indentations were bitten into the fuzzy ball.
Even through the light screen, one could feel the sparks crackling secretly over there.
Lady Carlos: “…”
Lady Carlos raised her handkerchief to cover her lips. Feeling it was a bit improper, she averted her gaze, yet couldn’t help sneaking glances back.
But when the Vice President pulled up the mental state change graphs from just those few dozen seconds, the entire reception room erupted in an uproar!
The Vice President: “Many instruments are embedded within the Executor’s Residence. There’s absolutely no mistake in the test results. I believe this likely proves that our previous research had gaps. An emergency research team specifically for the District 12 Executor, Ming Ruan, has been formed. A massive breakthrough in beastman-related research is highly probable…”
Lady Carlos was overjoyed.
His Highness still wore his slight smile, nodding, about to offer a word or two of praise.
But suddenly, the Vice President’s Light Brain flashed again.
“It’s the President.” The Vice President was startled.
The President of the Beastman Research Institute was not currently at headquarters. According to his own report, he sensed the precursors of Therianthropy and was currently undergoing testing and data collection in a specialized isolation and monitoring chamber.
In truth, the situation on Planet Alpha wasn’t good. While the spread of Therianthropy wasn’t fast, it wasn’t as optimistic as the StarNet portrayed. Most frighteningly, to this day, not a single beastman had successfully reverted to human form, and the Institute’s research progress remained frustratingly stalled.
Without a second thought, the Vice President connected the communication.
The Third Prince had intended to stop him but wasn’t quick enough.
The communication connected. The voice on the other end sounded slow-paced but dropped a bombshell directly: “With such a recovery trend, there exists the possibility of them undergoing Reverse Therianthropy.”
What? Reverse Therianthropy?
Everyone present was stunned. Their minds raced, trying to grasp this term.
The smile hanging on the Third Prince’s face vanished after a brief pause. He quickly made a gesture. The soldiers standing behind him received the order and prepared to seal off the reception room.
But the dignitaries present were not slow to react. They immediately began using all sorts of perfunctory excuses to take their leave of the Prince.
Reverse Therianthropy! This was Reverse Therianthropy!
Since the emergence of Therianthropy, the power structure of the Alpha Galaxy had undergone massive shifts. Initially, everyone scrambled to be the first to control the technology for Reverse Therianthropy. In the end, everyone lost confidence, merely aiming to keep their own positions secure in this ‘Era of Beastification’.
No one imagined such a possibility would arise from an unremarkable Executor in District 12!
Even if it was just a casual remark from the President of the Beastman Research Institute, it carried immense implications.
What was that Executor’s name? He just remembered he was from the Ming family, Ming something… Damn! He must contact the Ming family immediately!
Amidst the swirling thoughts, the chaotic and hurried sounds inside and outside the reception room suddenly fell silent. It was as if time had stopped. The only thing still moving was the sound of unhurried footsteps.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Someone entered the reception room.
The soldiers organizing the blockade stopped, clicked their heels together, placed their fists over their hearts, and bowed.
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