IBO -Chapter 35 Rainy Night

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A soft emotion filled Song Yiran’s chest. That softness spread through his heart, until it overflowed.

He reached out and touched the little wolf’s head. The feel of it was just as good as he had imagined.

When the little wolf was touched, it froze for a moment, then tilted its head and rubbed its small head against his palm.

Song Yiran gave all three cubs a good rua on the head—was this heaven?

Fluffiness was simply the cutest thing!

The cubs’ fur was just as soft, like clouds in the sky, fluffy and light.

Although he had never truly touched a cloud before, he felt that clouds must be soft too.

It was late at night. The three cubs nestled against his side and fell asleep. Their soft bellies rose and fell with their breathing, looking unbearably adorable.

Song Yiran felt that he was the happiest person in the world.

Song Yiran was also hungry. He tore open a tube of nutrient solution and poured it into his mouth. The taste shot straight up to his skull—it was like stinky tofu that had been left out in the summer for three days!

The disgusting texture made him want to spit it out, but this was the only food he could find. Song Yiran could only grit his teeth and swallow it.

Die early, reincarnate early. He poured the rest of the nutrient solution into his mouth in one go. That sour punch—absolutely brutal!

Song Yiran’s face twisted, his features scrunched together. He felt that his expression must be very impressive right now—too bad there was no mirror.

Even after swallowing the nauseating liquid, that sour, rancid taste still lingered in his mouth. Song Yiran couldn’t help but cry.

He didn’t want to wake the cubs, so he cried silently.

555 hurried to comfort him, saying, “Don’t cry, don’t cry. These difficulties are only temporary. Sooner or later, you’ll definitely make a comeback. When that time comes, you can eat whatever you want!

Think about it—on the protagonist’s path to growth, there are always hardships. Once you get through them, life will be sweet!”

“I’m not crying because of that… I just… the cubs looked so happy when they were eating this, but this thing tastes so awful…

I don’t even dare imagine what kind of lives the cubs usually live. They even think this stuff tastes good…

Why are my cubs’ lives so bitter?

They probably don’t even have food to eat most of the time!”

Song Yiran communicated with 555 through his thoughts while wiping his tears.

“555, with our current situation, how are we supposed to raise the cubs? Are we really going to let them eat expired nutrient solution with us?

Do you think I can take the cubs to another welfare home and seek refuge there? No matter how bad it is, it can’t be worse than this place, right?”

“Song Yiran, here, no welfare home would take in the cubs,” 555 said, his voice turning serious.

Song Yiran felt a little confused. “Huh? Is the interstellar world really that cruel? Why won’t they take the cubs? Aren’t the cubs native to the interstellar world?”

555 straightened his tone and asked, “Song Yiran, what do you think our mission is for?”

“Aren’t we here to raise cubs in the interstellar world? But right now we don’t have the conditions to raise them. Wouldn’t it be better to send them to another welfare home?”

555 frowned his electronic eyebrows. “Why would you have such an idea?

Didn’t I tell you? The reason this world needs task-takers to come here and raise cubs is because something went wrong here. These cubs won’t have anyone to raise them—they’re destined not to live to adulthood.”

“What? You never told me that! You only told me the mission was to raise cubs in another world!” Song Yiran was shocked.

Now it was 555’s turn to be shocked. “Ah, I didn’t say that? Oh no, sorry—this is my first time carrying out a mission. I forgot to tell you the details.”

“Forget it, I’ll forgive you this time. Then explain the whole situation to me properly now.”

Song Yiran sighed. What else could he do? It was his own system—he could only spoil it.

555 cleared his throat twice, clearing his electronic voice. “First of all, I am a system under the Department of History. My job is to assist selected task-takers in carrying out tasks related to history.

What we do is a glorious thing, a great thing, an indispensable thing!

What we do is help the world consciousness correct historical errors, allowing history to proceed according to its proper course.

In the myriad worlds, there are countless world consciousnesses. When each world consciousness is born, it is accompanied by the birth of a historical process.

The historical process is predetermined and cannot be changed. All world consciousnesses must push history forward according to this process.

However, accidents always happen. The historical process is vast, and within this vast process are countless small events.

And sometimes, a small accident occurs, causing a small event to fail. When a small event fails, the historical process changes.

Generally speaking, if it’s just a minor deviation, the world consciousness will correct it on its own.”

Every world has countless parallel timelines. World consciousness will choose the parallel timeline without deviations as the correct historical line.

However, sometimes there are deviations that world consciousness cannot correct. When that happens, it has no choice but to seek help from outside.

That’s when our History Department receives a mission. The minister of our department assigns the task, ensuring that the course of history proceeds smoothly.

And you are the task executor we selected. What you need to do is raise these special cubs to adulthood.

Oh, I forgot to tell you—these cubs are different from ordinary interstellar infants. They are atavistic cubs, inheriting certain bloodlines from their ancestors.

Ordinary interstellar infants are born in a normal baby form, but these special cubs are born as eggs.

After the eggs hatch, they become the cubs you see now.

The probability of such cubs being born is extremely, extremely low, and they are discriminated against in the interstellar world.

Once such cubs are born, they are usually abandoned. Those that manage to hatch are already considered lucky—most die inside the egg.

Even if they hatch successfully, survival is still very difficult.

Their situation in the interstellar world is extremely awkward. Their species is human, but until they reach adulthood, they look like animals. Only after adulthood can they transform into humans.

In their childhood, they resemble the beastmen of Beastman Star, but beastmen cannot turn into humans.

They seem like hybrids of humans and beastmen, yet only human parents can give birth to them.

They are not acknowledged by any race, like abrupt, out-of-place monsters.”

It felt as if a huge stone was pressing down on Song Yiran’s heart. Why was the interstellar world like this?

Why did discrimination still exist even among the stars?

555 seemed to sense Song Yiran’s thoughts. “That’s how it is with intelligent beings capable of thought. In the environments where such beings survive, discrimination, war, and oppression will always exist.”

Then 555 changed the subject. “But kindness and upright beings will also always exist.”

Song Yiran let out a sigh, feeling that everything was so ill-timed.

During his crossing with 555, they had encountered a spacetime turbulence that swept away all their resources.

It was also 555’s first time carrying out a mission, and it hadn’t memorized the employee handbook.

He arrived in the interstellar world illiterate, able only to pick up trash, and it was at that very moment that he happened to run into the cubs.

It was as if everything had collided at the worst possible time.

If they hadn’t encountered spacetime turbulence back then, he wouldn’t be crammed into this dilapidated room with the cubs now, and the cubs could have eaten better food.

If 555 weren’t a first-timer but a veteran, then it would surely know how to contact headquarters right now.

If the cubs had appeared after he’d managed to gain a foothold, they wouldn’t have had to follow him in drinking expired nutrient solution.

Song Yiran sighed again. It seemed that all the bad luck of his life had chosen this moment to show itself.

Still, at least there was one good thing. Song Yiran looked up at the hole in the ceiling. At least it wasn’t raining today—otherwise it would be a disaster.

The very next second, rainwater came pouring down through the hole in the ceiling. The floor turned damp, the moon was obscured by dark clouds, and the room lost its moonlight, sinking into pitch-black darkness.

Song Yiran stared blankly at the hole. Why had things turned out like this?

Why was he doing so badly in the interstellar world? He wanted to go home…

After all, he was just a young man who had only just graduated from university, someone who hadn’t yet tasted the harshness of society.

He didn’t have rich life experience, nor much social experience.

His past was not enough to support him in staying optimistic in such a harsh environment.

Song Yiran missed home—despite the fact that only he was left there.

Song Yiran felt a weight against his leg. He lowered his head to look, and the little wolf had woken up at some point.

Seeming to notice that his mood was low, the little wolf clung to his leg and looked at him with a face full of worry.

The grievance he had barely been holding back finally became impossible to contain when he met the little wolf’s anxious gaze.

Large tears fell one after another from Song Yiran’s eyes, as if he wanted to cry out all the grievance he had been carrying.

The little wolf jumped into his arms, then climbed up to his shoulder and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of his eyes with its fluffy little paws.

The little tiger and the little white marten also woke up. They copied the little wolf and jumped onto Song Yiran’s shoulders, with the little tiger stretching out a paw to wipe his tears.

The little white marten also wanted to do something, but both of Song Yiran’s eyes were already being tended to by the cubs.

The little white marten’s eyes rolled, and it lightly jumped onto Song Yiran’s head.

It lay there and stroked Song Yiran’s head, just like how Song Yiran usually stroked theirs.

Song Yiran’s faint sadness was completely washed away. Moved, he gathered all three cubs into his arms and affectionately rubbed his forehead against theirs.

Seeing that the fur on the cubs’ foreheads had all been mussed up by him, Song Yiran broke into a happy smile.

In the end, after all the fussing, Song Yiran fell asleep leaning against the wall, and the cubs also drifted into dreamland in his arms.

555 recorded everything with its electronic eyes.

【Host Song Yiran: suspected abnormal mental state (suspected psychological illness). Currently everything is normal; no measures required.】

After recording these details, 555 flew outside the ceiling and used its body to block that hole.

At the very least, tonight, it would not let the room be flooded by rainwater.