IBO -Chapter 38 The Mysterious Youth – Previous Timeline

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Song Yiran immediately opened his mouth to cry for help, but before he could make a sound, a hand clamped tightly over his mouth.

His abdomen was struck hard with a punch, the pain so intense that he couldn’t make a sound. In the next second, his head was viciously smashed against the wall.

Blood slowly trickled down his cheek. After the violent impact to his head, his mind was filled with a loud buzzing, his vision growing blurred, the sounds in his ears turning indistinct.

In the very last second before his consciousness slipped away, Song Yiran loosened his grip on the cubs he had been holding tightly to his chest. His voice became so faint it was almost inaudible.

“Run…”

555 spun frantically in the air, trying to attack that man, but aside from Song Yiran, no one could touch his physical form.

All he could do was watch helplessly as the man tore open Song Yiran’s clothes.

555 was so anxious that he burst into tears. He blocked himself in front of Song Yiran and wailed loudly, “Song Yiran! Song Yiran! Don’t close your eyes! Hold on a little longer! Song Yiran, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… this is all my fault. If only I’d been more cautious when we set out…

I’m sorry, I’m sorry… if I hadn’t been lazy and had properly memorized the employee handbook, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…

Aaaah! You scum! Get away! Don’t touch him! Go die, you bastard! Don’t take off his clothes!”

555 threw his body in front of Song Yiran, but it was useless. His form was easily passed through; he couldn’t stop anything at all.

Even 555’s electronic eyes turned red with rage as he cursed the man furiously. “Get lost! Don’t bully Song Yiran! Trash like you should die! Get away!

Just you wait—once I contact headquarters, I’ll blast you to pieces! Don’t touch him again!”

So noisy… why is it so noisy?

Song Yiran’s muddled consciousness was jolted awake by 555’s shouting. Hearing how miserably 555 was wailing, Song Yiran sighed inwardly.

He comforted him, “555, stop crying. I’m generous—I forgive you.”

“Waaah! Song Yiran, you’re finally awake! What do we do? Song Yiran, what should we do?

This scumbag is about to make a move on you! What do we do? What do we do…” 555 panicked and cried nonstop.

“It’s nothing, nothing. What about the cubs? Did they manage to escape?”

“At a time like this, you’re still worrying about them? Your situation is what matters most right now!”

“What about them? Did something happen to them?”

“They’re fine. After you let them go, they tried to attack that scumbag to save you.

But you know how small they are—they’re no match for him. Luckily, that scumbag didn’t lay a hand on them.

He threw them all into the bag you use to pick up trash. They’re still struggling inside, trying to get out.”

Hearing this, Song Yiran struggled to open his eyes and look for that bag.

The bag was right by the scumbag’s feet. The opening had been tied into a dead knot, and the cubs were still struggling inside, making the bag roll and shake.

As long as they’re okay… Song Yiran let out a breath of relief in his heart.

555 was frantic. “Forget about them for now—what do we do?”

“What can I do? I can’t beat him. I’ll just go along with it for now and keep myself alive,” Song Yiran said, completely giving up.

“But—but what about your chastity? This is your first time!”

Song Yiran was utterly speechless at 555’s thinking. “555, when were you created?”

“At a time like this, you’re still asking that? I was created a year ago.”

“Your production date is so recent—why is your mindset still stuck in the Qing dynasty?

What era is this already, and your vocabulary still includes the word ‘chastity’?

Anyone who didn’t know better would think you were manufactured in a feudal dynasty.”

555 asked in confusion, “Eh? But don’t you humans value this a lot?

If you lose it, won’t the neighbors point fingers at you, gossip behind your back, and even slap you with victim-blaming from onlooking melon-eaters?”

Song Yiran sighed again in his heart. “You really have a disturbingly comprehensive understanding of the darker side of humanity.

Yes, that’s how the process usually goes.

But what does that have to do with me?

Why should I care about other people’s opinions? Should I, for some vague, illusory ‘chastity,’ knowingly fight back when I can’t win and end up losing my life?”

555 felt genuine admiration for Song Yiran at this moment. “Song Yiran, I underestimated you. You’re more impressive than I imagined!”

Song Yiran had already been stripped bare. The scumbag panted heavily, his features twisted together grotesquely. With one hand, he clamped tightly over Song Yiran’s mouth, while the other lecherously groped toward Song Yiran’s chest.

At that moment, the bag trapping the cubs was torn open from the inside.

The little wolf pounced forward and bit down hard on the scumbag’s arm.

The scumbag howled in pain, desperately swinging his arm to shake the little wolf off, but the bite was incredibly tight—no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get free.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the little white ferret climbed onto the scumbag’s back, crawled all the way up to his head, and then slashed his face with its claws.

Now the scumbag could no longer spare any attention for Song Yiran. He pulled the hand covering Song Yiran’s mouth away, then forcefully grabbed the white ferret off his face and hurled it to the ground.

The instant Song Yiran saw the little white ferret being thrown, his heart skipped a beat.

He endured the pain and scrambled up, lunging forward to catch the little white ferret.

At the same time, he didn’t forget to cry for help—shouting loudly as he fought with the scumbag to snatch the cubs back.

The scumbag had already grabbed Little Wolf. Little Wolf bared his teeth viciously at him, which enraged the scumbag. With eyes bloodshot, he tried to strangle Little Wolf to death.

Seeing this, the thread in Song Yiran’s mind called “reason” snapped with a sharp twang.

If it were just himself in danger, he could endure it—as long as he stayed alive.

But if his cubs were in danger, he couldn’t endure it!

Song Yiran set the little white ferret down and told it to escape outside, while he himself turned around and started fighting the scumbag.

When fighting someone, strike the lower three routes first. Song Yiran charged over and kicked straight at the scumbag’s groin. The scumbag hurriedly let go of Little Wolf and clutched his crotch, howling in pain.

That was Song Yiran’s imagination.

When he actually kicked, the scumbag dodged it. Seeing that this move wouldn’t work, Song Yiran directly went into a wild burst of ferocity—he pounced and bit down hard on the scumbag’s arm.

The scumbag finally released Little Wolf. Freeing up his hands, he focused entirely on dealing with Song Yiran. His sinister eyes stared fixedly at Song Yiran, making Song Yiran feel that something was very wrong.

An inhumane beating unfolded in that alley.

Song Yiran’s mouth was stuffed with torn pieces of clothing. He lay on the ground covered in blood, not a single inch of his body uninjured. Several of his ribs had been kicked broken; even breathing hurt.

The scumbag was still kicking his stomach. It hurt—so much—it hurt to death…

Blood flowed into his eyes, turning everything in his vision red.

He saw Little Wolf and the little white ferret rushing over again and again to save him, only to be kicked away each time by the scumbag.

Song Yiran forced a smile uglier than crying. “Why are you all so stupid… don’t you even know how to run away? These cubs are so dumb—can they really grow up properly in the future…”

But what right did he have to call others stupid? Wasn’t he the same? That was why he was now pinned to the ground and beaten.

555 burst into loud sobs. “Waaah, waaah, waaah… Song Yiran, hang in there!

Why were you so stupid just now? You could’ve run away—why did you come back!”

“If I’d just run away, the cubs would’ve been finished.”

555’s heart had long since taken Song Yiran’s side. “Why do you care about them! Can’t you put your own life and safety first?

What are we going to do now? What if you get beaten to death? You won’t really die, will you?! QAQ”

Song Yiran felt like he couldn’t hold on anymore. “555, I feel like I’m done for. If I die here, will someone else come to continue this mission?”

“They will… QAQ.”

“That’s good… 555, thank you. And also, don’t be so careless in the future—remember to finish memorizing the employee handbook…

I can’t hold on anymore… 555, goodbye…”

Song Yiran’s consciousness began to blur, his pupils gradually dilating.

By now, 555 was already in tears, crying and apologizing at the same time. “Song Yiran! Song Yiran! Song Yiran! Don’t die, QAQ, I’m sorry…

It’s all my fault, all because of me… I’m an unqualified system. Song Yiran, please don’t die, okay… QAQ”

In his haze, Song Yiran saw his mom and dad. They had come to pick him up—he was going home…

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Three shots hit the scumbag in the chest. Clutching his chest, he collapsed weakly to the ground. Warm blood splattered onto Song Yiran’s face.

Tap, tap, tap— footsteps approached from afar. A white-haired youth walked in against the light, with a little tiger following at her feet.

She holstered the gun at her waist, then took off her coat and draped it over Song Yiran’s naked body.

She crouched down to check Song Yiran’s vital signs, then took out a medicinal injection she carried with her and administered it to him.

Song Yiran’s pupils stopped dilating.

Saved. There really were still more good people than bad in this world.

When he opened his eyes again, Song Yiran found himself lying in the grass of the orphanage courtyard.

A coat was covering him. Beside him lay a set of brand-new clothes and some nutrient solution, while the cubs were curled up sleeping next to him.

Song Yiran changed into the new clothes. While changing, he discovered that all the injuries on his body had disappeared—he wasn’t in pain at all anymore.

It was as if everything he had suffered had only been a dream.

But 555’s crying told him that it hadn’t been a dream.

“Waaah, waaah… Song Yiran, you’re finally awake! That’s great—thank goodness a kind-hearted person saved you yesterday!”

From 555, Song Yiran learned what had happened afterward.

That youth was the external help the little tiger had run out to find. After receiving the little tiger’s plea for help, she rushed over and rescued Song Yiran. After being saved, Song Yiran fell into a coma.

With one arm carrying Song Yiran and the other holding the three cubs, she followed the little tiger’s directions and brought the one man and three cubs back to the orphanage.

Before leaving, she left behind her coat and a set of brand-new clothes, fed both Song Yiran and the cubs some medicine, and also left some nutrient solution.

“She’s really a good person,” Song Yiran sighed after hearing all this.

555 nodded in agreement. “Yes, she really is a good person!”