Free Web NovelChapter 816: Chapter 780: Ugly Mr. Gu and His Archrival, the Green-Furred Dog
The man didn’t pay attention to Gu Mian’s dissatisfaction. He moved the screen closer to Gu Mian: "Look, don’t think about anything else, just seriously watch this cartoon."
Upon hearing this, Gu Mian looked at the screen with some confusion.
This person is so eager for him to watch the cartoon; could there be an unspeakable secret hidden in it?
With this doubt, Gu Mian earnestly watched the cartoon characters on the screen.
This cartoon was clearly produced locally in this world. The characters are as white as if they were rolled in flour, and if coated with breadcrumbs, they could be thrown directly into the oil pan.
The plot was also quite brainless.
After watching the introduction for a couple of moments, Gu Mian discovered that it was a story about a middle-class cartoon upper-class person who, through his own efforts and wisdom, bought and sold lower-class slaves to become the richest man in Paradise—where in this world, the lowest of the upper class are middle-class, and below them are lower-class people who are worse than dogs. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com
He was confused about what secret could be hidden in such a foolish cartoon when the man’s eerie voice sounded in his ear: "Actually, it’s not the Evil God statue that came out with you, but its function has been transferred."
Gu Mian was taken aback.
Function transfer?
He had a wild idea: "Could it have been transferred to me?"
Thinking of this, he began to fantasize about fireballs falling from the sky, killing all the upper-class people.
But that could easily injure his own people.
Gu Mian quickly shifted his attention to the cartoon on the screen: "Hmm, these characters are really white."
Now he understood why the man wanted him to watch cartoons.
"Slaughter has already called me and said that while you two were escaping upwards from the underground, he uttered countless unlucky words, but none came true. He initially thought it was because the statue was affected by the rollback, but the next moment you pushed open the hinged door that normally couldn’t be opened, making him realize something was wrong;
"He found that the statue seemed unable to fulfill its own wishes anymore, but it could still fulfill yours;
"After you left, he tried to make a wish several times, but all failed. He realized the statue’s function likely transferred to you, and from now on, only your wishes would be fulfilled—these little characters are genuinely cute."
While speaking, the man didn’t forget to divert the topic to the cartoon, to prevent Gu Mian from getting impulsive and coming up with some surprising ideas.
"They are indeed very cute," Gu Mian replied perfunctorily, "Does this mean I have to control myself and avoid dreaming even while sleeping from now on?"
If he accidentally dreamed that all NPCs and humans died, leaving only himself...
Gu Mian went back to carefully watching the cartoon, feeling that the upper-class protagonist in the story was struggling too hard in this world—it would be better if they all perished together, eliminating the need for striving.
"No... it’s not that exaggerated. Slaughter informed me over the phone that the function is likely restrained by you; only things you inherently believe or strongly desire in your heart will be realized."
Is that so?
Like the hinged door, Gu Mian subconsciously believed it should open that way, so he easily pushed it open.
When wishing for a motorbike, Gu Mian naturally thought the Evil God statue would grant his wish, thus obtaining the motorbike.
While on NPC Street, Gu Mian fervently hoped the vehicle under him would grow two more wheels, and it really did transform.
"So, it won’t be a situation where whatever you think immediately appears, right?" Gu Mian remembered an example Slaughter told him: someone was taking a shower and randomly wondered what if the shower water turned into acid—and then the water actually did.
"If you don’t strongly demand it, it shouldn’t happen."
While speaking, the man watched Gu Mian trying to think about what he wanted.
"I want a little doll that looks like Fatty." He imagined the appearance of the doll.
Naturally, this wish was not realized.
Because his desire wasn’t strong enough.
"I want a little doll that looks like Fatty!" Gu Mian intensified his tone and repeated.
Still, the little doll didn’t appear in his hand.
It seems only in critical moments, when his desire is strong enough, will his wishes be fulfilled.
"Although you won’t casually realize your desires, subconscious thoughts are uncontrollable, so from now on, you must cultivate yourself and try to control your mind..."
"Speaking of which..." At this moment, Gu Mian suddenly interrupted the man. He pointed towards the closed door behind the counter, "Is that your studio?"
The man had just come out of that door carrying the screen.
The door even had a plaque that read "Studio."
The man was momentarily stunned by Gu Mian’s words, then followed his gaze to the door: "It used to be, but later, over time, it became a storage room. I put some important instruments in there."
"Then your important instruments are probably gone," Gu Mian stated matter-of-factly, "because the sign on it says ’Studio.’ At first glance, I subconsciously thought it was a studio inside."
Upon hearing this, the man’s eyes widened. He then quickly straightened up, rushed to the door, and flung it open.
A spacious room appeared before them.
A large red curtain hung on the wall opposite the door, with two photo-taking devices on either side—it was uncertain if the room had always been like this, but now it perfectly matched Gu Mian’s mental imagery of a photo studio workspace.
However, judging by the man’s expression, which looked as if he had eaten something unpleasant, Gu Mian guessed it no longer resembled the cherished condition he had remembered.
The man let out a sharp scream, clutching his head and almost collapsing against the door frame: "My instruments!"
"Don’t worry." Gu Mian comforted him kindly, "You can describe to me what those things look like, and I’ll try to imagine them back."
This was quite challenging; he couldn’t guarantee success.
But at least he was attempting to salvage the situation.
"No! Don’t think about it anymore... No, a solution must be found to control your mind. Otherwise, this mall will soon be doomed..." The man agonizingly took out his phone, browsing the contact list seemingly to seek help, but momentarily couldn’t think of who to call. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Gu Mian curiously leaned over: "You’re just a photography studio owner here—why are you so worried about the safety of Game City?"
Upon hearing this, the man suddenly lifted his head to look at Gu Mian: "You don’t know what my name is, do you?"
Gu Mian shook his head.
Really, he only knew the person in front of him was the photography studio owner, and Slaughter hadn’t informed him of the owner’s name when he was instructed to find someone.
"What are you doing at Crazy Tower Chief’s studio door?"
A perplexed voice emerged from below.
Dropping their gaze, they saw a toy dog covered in green, with the word "Limited" written on its body.
At this moment, it held a wanted poster in its mouth, its button-like toy eyes emitting a curious glow as it observed them.
This was the Toy Dog that was distributing "Wanted Posters for Ugly Mr. Gu" throughout Game City, with its signature on the poster—"Doggie Doll (Green Limited Edition)"
The mechanical dog Hei happily approached its kind to greet: "Are you happy?"
Doggie Doll casually stuffed an Ugly Mr. Gu wanted poster into Hei’s mouth, then looked up again at those standing: "What are you doing at Crazy Tower Chief’s studio door?"
Waiting for the Ugly Mr. Gu you are looking for to come out, 007 silently thought.
"Wait?" She paid attention to the title Doggie Doll just used, "You just said... Crazy Tower Chief? Who is Crazy Tower Chief?"
Doggie Doll tilted its head: "It’s the leader of Game City, everybody’s boss, and the photography studio is owned by the Chief."
