The Husky and His Wh Chapter 314

314. Extra Chapter: 'The Only Possibility (Modern Twist Spoof)' Part Two

The next day, Xue Meng arrived at Director Jiang's office. After listening to the entire mission briefing, he realized – he had been assigned a role akin to a matchmaker this time!

Xue Meng was infuriated, "Why am I always either stamping reports for sperm donations or charting paths for the birth of new lives? This is something you should entrust to matchmaking sites like Jiayuan Century or Baihe.. What do you need me for?!"

Director Jiang enjoyed his steamed bun with exquisite manners, yet at an astonishing pace.

"I've told you for the third time, you're not a procurer; you're shining a light on genetic engineering for the Immortal Cultivation Research Team."

Finishing his last steamed bun, he meticulously wiped his lips with a handkerchief before lifting his gaze. "Listen carefully. The upheaval of the demonic race over the past few centuries has bee increasingly evident. Within two centuries, there might be another fierce battle between humans and demons. We need the most powerful military resources."

"…In other words, you need the offspring of the exotic beauty, Xi Fan, to reproduce," Xue Meng rolled his eyes.

Jiang Xi remained unperturbed. "That's right, exactly so."

"But the exotic beauty, Xi Fan, hasn't appeared for a long time. The only lead we have is someone named Mo Ran."

"That's correct."

"You need that guy to bear you a child."

"Indeed."

Xue Meng's disdain was plain on his face: "But that guy is gay."

Jiang Xi added nonchalantly, "A pure-blooded one."

Xue Meng ground his teeth: "So you spent over a decade developing a simulation game called the Destiny Bouncer—"

"Jumper," Jiang Xi corrected expressionlessly. "Strictly speaking, it's not really a game."

"I don't care if it's a Jumper or a Bouncer!" Xue Meng finally roared in frustration. "Anyway, you want me to use that machine to simulate destiny, looking for opportunities in Mo Ran's life to correct a gay man's orientation, just like those save-and-load character training games, introducing him to girls with big breasts and long legs so they can have kids together—"

Jiang Xi interrupted him again. The Director waved a finger. "No need for big breasts or long legs, just a well-proportioned backside for fertility."

"..."

From the director's office came Xue Meng's earth-shattering roar, "Isn't that still something a matchmaker should be doing?!!!"

"Calm down. The Destiny Jumper is merely simulating possibilities – in essence, it's a test version." Jiang Xi sipped his tea. "The bureau will pile your test results and eventually formulate an actual action plan."

"I refuse."

"Relax, young man," Director Jiang disregarded his refusal. "Just think of yourself as a beta tester for a life simulation game."

"I said I refuse! Maybe you should get your hearing checked at the ear, nose, and throat clinic, Director?"

Unfortunately, the director was persistent, so Xue Meng had no choice but to accept the assignment. Director Jiang wasn't entirely unsympathetic, though. He kindly assigned Xue Meng a gaming panion, a talking paper dragon.

"Assistant, advisor, guide, plaything, summoned beast, or court jester," Jiang Xi said casually, holding his porcelain teacup. "Call it whatever you like. It's yours now and will enter the simulation game with you, offering counsel."

With that, he waved his hand, ignoring Xue Meng's protests. "Let's begin, recent graduate."

"You called me what???"

Director Jiang had no intention of responding further.

With a wave of his hand, the recent graduate was politely escorted by a few smiling ladies into the control room, where he donned a series of devices and embarked on his mission.

After a dizzying whirl, Xue Meng found himself in the first world.

...He had heard of parents forbidding teenagers from playing games, but never of those forcing them to. However, since Jiang Xi said it was a mission, he supposed it would be best to finish it quickly.

Xue Meng turned his head with a dark expression and discovered the little paper dragon perched on his shoulder. Its tiny dragon claws held a guide to the mission, and it cooed in amazement as it read, "Ooh, ooh, ooh-oooh! Ooh-oooh!"

"Shut up," he growled. "Are you a goose?"

"Certainly not! I'm the all-knowing, all-seeing Dragon of Dumplings and Candles!" The little paper dragon flicked its tail at Xue Meng's face. "Go this way."

Xue Meng glanced in the direction it indicated—a dilapidated, dim alleyway. Posters of various advertisements littered the alley entrance, and an unknown liquid pooled on the ground, likely a mixture of garbage bag leaks and spewed contents from chamber pots.

With a resolute step, Xue Meng walked in the opposite direction.

"Hmm, where are you going?"

"To a cleaner path."

The little dragon pouted in anger. "Do you think I wanted to choose this path?" It slapped the mission guide onto Xue Meng's nose. "Read it yourself! It says that if you walk 200 meters down this alley and find a noodle shop, you'll meet Mo Ran, who is attending elementary school!"

Xue Meng took the guide, looked at it skeptically, and found it to be true.

With a grim expression, he returned the guide to the little dragon, steeled himself, and stepped into the darkness.

Although he felt like he was going mad, he followed the guide out of the alley and turned left. The road gradually widened and became cleaner.

"Right! It's ahead! That 'Here We Go Again Noodle Shop'," the little dragon said excitedly, dancing about. Xue Meng was relieved that due to the nature of the magical world, the people here couldn't see them; otherwise, it would have been embarrassing.

They quickly found the young Mo Ran among the diners. It had to be said that Mo Ran was very recognizable, with his tattered backpack, worn-out sneakers with detached soles, and greasy black hair that hadn't been washed in days, hanging limply before his eyes.

Despite being quite far away, Xue Meng could almost smell an unpleasant odor emanating from Mo Ran, as no one was willing to sit in the seats around him.

"A malnourished little dirty dog," Xue Meng mented, stroking his chin.

"He'll grow up to be very handsome," the little dragon reminded him.

"So why are we looking for elementary school-aged Mo Ran?" Xue Meng asked. "Why not just find the handsome adult version, slip him some Yin-Yang Harmony Powder, and grab a girl to throw into a dark room?"

The little dragon shot him a disdainful glance. "Big brother, we're part of the cultivation bureau, not some pleasure house."

"..."

"Besides, the cultivation bureau forbids such unorthodox use of potions. You have to make Mo Ran fall in love with a girl and marry her, willingly having children. So nurturing feelings from childhood would be the best approach."

As the little dragon spoke, it tried to find supporting evidence in the mission guide, and to its surprise, it actually found something.

"Haha, I knew I was an all-powerful Dragon of the Jiao Zhu! Look, there's really a remended strategy here!"

"…Was that guide Jiang Xi really gave you not a game cheat?"

Despite his words, Xue Meng still pulled the guide back with a look of disgust. He smoothed out the wrinkled paper, narrowing his eyes to read under the dim streetlight.

Damn, it indeed listed a dozen or so female targets that were feasible for Mo Ran at the moment.

"Target One: Wang Xiaomi. Method of acquaintance: Cast a spell to make Wangcai, the dog at the noodle shop, suddenly develop rabies and bite Mo Ran while he's eating. At this moment, a Santana will pass by, and the driver will kindly take Mo Ran to the hospital for a vaccine. Wang Xiaomi is the driver's daughter, one year younger than Mo Ran, in third grade of primary school. They will meet in the car and bee childhood friends."

With an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?