Endless Throne - Chapter 10

“Old Wang, he…” Zhou Yuan hesitated, staring blankly, unable to find words to begin.

“I need to spin silk now!”

Coach Wang rushed out of the room, returned to his own home, slammed the door shut, and locked it.

Zhou Yuan excitedly followed him, slipping a bit at first. He used both hands to support his tail to swim, quickly learning how to slide across the floor. He crawled to Coach Wang’s door and knocked:

“Old Wang, open up!”

“Old Wang!”

“Bang bang bang——“

“After all we’ve been through together, you won’t even open the door?”

“Are you having stomach issues?”

“Open the door, we’re worried about you…”

Having escaped death, Zhou Yuan couldn’t stop talking once he started. Like a hundred cicadas chirping at once, making noise incessantly.

“You pathetic piece of sh*t, get lost!” Coach Wang exploded in frustration, even slipping into dialect:

“Why do you have to meddle!”

“Keep knocking and I’ll come out and break your dick!”

Zhou Yuan smiled, feeling satisfied, then suddenly looked down in panic. He searched around his waist but found nothing, instantly becoming crestfallen. His previously excited tone faltered:

“My… dick… I… I…”

“No way? No way? How could someone not have…” Coach Wang said halfway, then suddenly realized he only had a spider’s abdomen and eight legs, and fell silent.

The two men, separated by a door, had never felt their souls so connected.

“Sigh…”

They sighed simultaneously, with profound weariness.

“I’ve got things to do. Go play by yourself.” Coach Wang’s side went completely quiet.

Zhou Yuan slithered back to his own doorway, collapsing against the doorframe like a boneless creature. He casually untangled the small snakes that had accidentally wound together in a knot, and looked at Lin Yebai:

“Brother Lin, what’s wrong with Old Wang? He’s not really pregnant, is he?!”

“I’m not sure.” Lin Yebai had only checked his pulse, and couldn’t be certain.

Zhou Yuan’s legs had transformed directly into a snake’s tail, and his hair had undergone this bizarre transformation as well. Pregnancy couldn’t be judged by normal standards.

Moreover, Zhou Yuan used to be handsome but frail. Now his skin was fair and delicate, his lips crimson, his features exquisite, and his eyes held an indescribable allure. Every movement carried a natural charm; he could be described as a peerless beauty.

At first glance, one might mistake him for a woman.

[The Ordinary Me]: Xiao Zhou is so cute, I really want to—

[Watermelon Patch Sinner]: Was it fake before? My eyes see through too much

[Great Mememancer]: Sometimes, gender transformation is the true beginning of life

[Sexy Spider Louis]: Am I the only one still concerned about Old Wang and his disturbed pregnancy?

[Magician’s Big Zen Staff]: Amitabha, this poor monk is also concerned about Benefactor Wang

“I wonder when Old Wang will come out.”

“Ah…”

Zhou Yuan sat directly on the ground, coiling his tail, and asked:

“Brother Lin, what happened to that big rat later? How did it die?”

Lin Yebai told him about the shelter and Song Yao, as well as how the big rat died—first blown half-dead, then sliced in two.

“Serves it right.” Zhou Yuan felt that Lin Yebai had thoroughly avenged him, then asked curiously:

“How do we find the shelter? Is it far from here?”

“Song Yao left markings. Following the direction they indicate, we can find the shelter.”

Lin Yebai drew the markings on the wall with his bone knife, waited for Zhou Yuan to memorize them, then wiped them away.

“Tomorrow we can go check out the shelter. If it’s reliable, it would be better to stick with the main group. If we encounter another rat swarm, we won’t be so vulnerable.” After speaking, Zhou Yuan looked down at his snake tail and sighed deeply.

“Looking like this… what will I eat from now on?”

“If rats can mutate, other domestic animals will also change. We won’t lack food.” Lin Yebai slightly closed his eyes, growing increasingly drowsy. As he spoke, his expression unconsciously became languid, and even the cold aura around him softened considerably.

He quickly regained alertness, his eyes darkening.

He had maintained constant vigilance these past few days, with extremely little time for rest.

But the drowsiness came too strongly, too strangely, dark and heavy like a beast that selectively devours its prey, instantly giving him an ominous feeling.

Lethargy and sleepiness were harbingers of becoming an aberrant.

[Soft Cat Ears]: Baby, rest well, everything will be fine

[Truth Supreme]: Although abyssal transformation easily leads to losing sanity, if you can survive, it’s like the host got an enhancement in the first realm

[Abyss Monarch]: frowns slightly, thin lips curling: “Constitution too weak, hard to endure.”

[Sexy Spider Louis]: Would red or blue potions help in this situation?

[Blooming Wealth]: Of course not, it’s up to baby to endure on his own

[Lord of the Gods]: Everyone needn’t worry, fortune favors the virtuous

[Super Rich Tangerine Seat]: Since Lord Daren has spoken this way, baby will definitely turn danger into safety. Rest assured and sleep well, good night meow~

[Great Emperor Huaji]: Good night, baby

After reading the barrage of comments, Lin Yebai’s thoughts gradually calmed.

After his transformation, Zhou Yuan had become more sensitive to emotions. Originally thinking Lin Yebai was emotionless, he could now detect subtle changes.

Regarding the drowsiness, both instinctively avoided mentioning it.

What was meant to come couldn’t be stopped; talking about it would only increase anxiety.

Zhou Yuan’s voice had already changed to a soft, androgynous tone, indistinguishable between male and female. Now speaking quietly, it was quite alluring:

“It’s almost dawn, Brother Lin. You sleep for a while, I’ll wake you later.”

“Mm. Wake me when Old Wang comes out.”

Lin Yebai unconsciously adopted the livestream audience’s nickname for Old Wang, completely unfazed by Zhou Yuan’s voice.

Zhou Yuan had no mind to pay attention to his suddenly changed voice and began organizing the supplies that Old Wang had brought back, carefully categorizing food, daily necessities, miscellaneous items, and electronic products.

He tore open a sausage and took a bite, finding it tasteless as chewing wax. His body’s instinct told him this wasn’t the food he needed.

The small snakes all imitated him, taking small bites of the sausage, quickly finishing it. They then nuzzled and cuddled against Zhou Yuan’s palm, wanting another one.

Zhou Yuan imagined his hair getting fat and ignored the coquettish little snakes.

Due to the intimidating aura of the intermediate aberrant, this building was relatively safe, though screams and fighting sounds could be faintly heard from afar.

Lin Yebai slept deeply, his raven-like eyelashes casting shadows on his face. His complexion was unusually pale, like a lifeless jade statue of a deity.

Zhou Yuan’s eyes flashed with worry as he hugged his arms, his expression vacant.

In the past at times like this, Brother Lin would always be meditating. With his bone knife beside him, ready to fight at any sign of danger.

Even though Brother Lin appeared weak and sickly, sharing a room with him still gave one a sense of security.

What would happen tomorrow? Would they still see the sun the day after?

“Xiao Zhou, you’re on watch tonight. We’ll talk tomorrow, I’m too tired and need to sleep for a while.”

Coach Wang, finally finished and exhausted, opened his door, saw that Lin Yebai was already asleep, and spoke softly to Zhou Yuan before closing the door again.

When Lin Yebai woke, it was bright daylight. He was no longer in Zhou Yuan’s home but in an unfamiliar room, bright and clean, with several unusually lush green plants placed at the bedside.

A needle was inserted in the back of his hand, with a transparent thin tube delivering liquid, creating an uncomfortable, ice-cold sensation.

Lin Yebai was about to pull out the needle when Song Yao pushed open the door and, with quick reflexes, stopped him:

“This is glucose, to supplement your nutrition.”

“Mr. Lin, please wait until this bottle is finished before removing it.”

In the room, Song Yao wasn’t wearing glasses, and his mask was removed, revealing handsome features and a stern demeanor.

Lin Yebai remembered his voice but felt somewhat dazed.

Everything around had a sense of unreality, while the dream seemed more vivid.

In the dream, a blood moon hung high as he walked alone in the dark, cold wilderness, passing by countless powerful monsters. Not knowing where the end was, until he saw a throne standing majestically atop an altar built of white bones.