Chapter 5: Monster Script

"Boss, a big bowl of beef noodles, extra cilantro!"

Zhao Si walked into a street-side noodle shop, having just broken free from the strange game's constraints, his mood great; after shouting his order, he sat down to wait for his food.

While waiting for his meal, Zhao Si casually opened a short video to kill time:

"Profound Virtue Dart Pull Banana……"

"Repair Ox Hooves……"

"Heaven-defying Keyboard Correct Person……"

"Western History Debate Falsehood……"

Well, the heaven-defying netizens didn't disappoint Zhao Si; the him who had been locked up for a while and felt somewhat depressed, as he scrolled, his mood inexplicably relaxed……

The female boss raised her head dubiously, looking at Zhao Si's Eastern face, she hesitated and said:

"Can you speak Mandarin? \"?"

"To punish without teaching is called tyranny; therefore the Heavenly Court decided, before issuing the slaughter order, to add an edict allowing humanity to enter the schools run by the Heavenly Court to study alongside other demons, and if they can correct their barbaric habits, the slaughter order may be revoked."

Zhao Si took a deep breath, fact and speculation corroborated each other……

Meow?

He rubbed the fat cat's round forehead; in its puzzlement, Zhao Si patiently continued to give it the Monster Script commands:

Considering there might still be some strange changes on his body, to avoid drawing attention, Zhao Si didn't linger outside, just bought a box of instant noodles, and brought the picked-up fat cat back to his rented apartment.

Although he didn't know what was wrong with the Monster Script inheritance, his first language had unconsciously switched to Monster Script, so without deliberate effort, whatever came out of his mouth was Monster Script.

Having set down the instant noodles, Zhao Si also sized up this orange pig he'd chanced upon:

He was portly yet covered in grime—a typical urban stray cat.

"Spiritual energy, immortal arts, demons…… If these things truly appeared in reality, then……"

At that moment, Zhao Si really wanted to smash his phone and quit this crappy game!

But then he dared not think that again, after all it had proven its supernatural power; under its control, all his actions were meaningless.

Reality has nothing to do with the primordial wilderness!

Well, so poor even mice are lacking—perfect……

"Go cook me four dishes and a soup."

"So actually you can understand Monster Script not because you're special, but because of Monster Script's own nature?"

Reality has no immortals or monsters, no savior; everything about the primordial wilderness is merely the fabrication of novelists.

But a feeling from the depths stirred Zhao Si's heart and mind; he opened his mouth and uttered a string of unfamiliar syllables:

"Study hard, make progress every day!"

For now, only Monster Script has an effect, its impact on reality is minuscule—what then?

Leaving the noodle shop, Zhao Si stood doubtfully on the street, watching the traffic and pedestrians, he suddenly muttered to himself:

"What is this?"

In the command training of the one person and one cat, time gradually passed.

Could it be…… I can't speak Chinese anymore?!

The anxious Zhao Si hurriedly tried a few more times; after testing, he finally let out a relieved breath:

"Since you heard what I said, you must certainly not be kept!"

But now……

Feeling he'd misspoken, Zhao Si didn't even care about eating noodles anymore; in the female boss's flustered, at‑a‑loss expression, he turned and rushed out of the noodle shop, frightening the boss into thinking she'd accidentally offended a foreign customer……

"Do a somersault!"

"Suddenly sending over an award certificate—I just knew nothing good would come of it!"

Zhao Si blinked, wondering if what he'd said wasn't Chinese after all?

Meow?

He felt this master seemed like a fried dough stick……

Perfect—let's find a test subject to see what else Monster Script has up its sleeve, fatty cat! I need you to help me cultivate!

Meow?

……

"Monster Script?!"

"A stray cat?!"

And if it's already destined to invade reality, then this process certainly isn't something I can interrupt; acting rashly won't break the net, but the fish will surely die……

"Study hard, make progress every day."

After thinking, Zhao Si also lost the mood to eat noodles or go out; just as he was about to return home to wait for an update, he suddenly heard a sound:

Meow?

Zhao Si was very doubtful; the primordial wilderness setting is nothing but the novelist's words, its creative context in web fiction is crystal clear, and it simply has no reality.

But being able to understand the Monster Script he utters—does that prove it's actually a cat demon lurking beside humans?

Meow.

The fat cat tilted its head and really lay down.

Zhao Si shivered, not daring to think too deeply; in short, it certainly wasn't anything good—the materialist real world cannot accommodate idealist existence, unless one ceases to be materialist.

Zhao Si cursed silently; perhaps the Demon Master Kunpeng meant no harm, merely giving compulsory education to ignorant juniors, but a being of his caliber, even a single lecture, would surely cause Zhao Si considerable trouble.

Just as it lay down, it stood up again.

"Ah?"

Zhao Si glanced at it, not paying much attention; such stray cats are everywhere, and acting cute when they meet passersby is their usual trick—but don't misunderstand, it's probably not looking for you to take it in, just wanting to scrounge some food.

Meow!

Having arrived in an unfamiliar environment, the fat cat looked left and right, seemingly assessing the wealth of this new home.

Zhao Si shook their head, no longer thinking about that distant threat; what was most important to them now was simply to survive as best they could.

Zhao Si said something vicious, then picked up the fat cat from the ground:

After waiting a full twenty minutes, Zhao Si, still unsatisfied, finally sensed something was wrong—hadn't their noodles finished cooking yet?

The noodle shop's business was booming; looking at the crowd of customers inside, Zhao Si felt displeased:

Could it be that the boss didn't hear my order? Or maybe there were too many customers and they got busy and forgot?

Bearing with it, Zhao Si walked up to the counter and greeted the female boss who was keeping accounts:

"Boss, where is my beef noodles?"

"Huh? Where is my beef noodles?"

"Forget it."

But if one consciously switches, Thus each line: English can still be spoken, only compared to the more familiar demon script, one's mother tongue that has accompanied one for over twenty years actually feels like a newly learned foreign language……

All one could hear was that he almost automatically spat out a string of familiar yet unfamiliar syllables, as if they contained some ancient wisdom……

【Ding! Update complete!】

Suddenly realizing this possibility, Zhao Si's vigilance toward the game shot to the max:

If that's really the case, then as the 'gifts' obtained in the game increase more and more, wouldn't it mean reenacting the Primeval in reality?

Having exhausted the cat, Zhao Si had already been wandering in mind when the phone screen suddenly twitched, prompting Zhao Si to quickly focus their attention:

'After you memorialized the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Emperor showed no sign, but the Demon Master highly praised at the court assembly a certain East Sea Little Dragon's enthusiasm for governance, causing your fame to shake the Primeval for a time, making you the "other people's child" in the mouths of countless Demon Race parents.'

Zhao Si frowned, recalling everything that had happened before, especially when obtaining the Demon Master's inheritance text after binding the 'award certificate'.

"Stand up."

"Something's off!"

"No…… wait!"

A thud went through Zhao Si's heart, and they suddenly realized that, from the moment they entered the shop, they seemed not to have spoken Thus each line: English at all, but rather……

"The Primeval—isn't that just a mythological jumble that the gods made up back then?"

"Fortunately, this time it's only a change of native language, so it won't attract too much attention; but if next time you send me something else, who knows how much trouble it could stir up."

Zhao Si felt it probably wasn't an act.

"Are you a demon?"

Meow!

The fat cat seemed to really understand, its two big eyes staring at him curiously.

"From today on, you'll live with me!"

'Later, the Demon Master announced a new court assembly resolution, indicating that the previous extermination edict was indeed somewhat extreme, and after discussion in the inner court, they added a couple of provisions.'

"This is absolutely not Thus each line: English, but demon script!"

The fat cat looked at Zhao Si blankly, its intelligence insufficient to understand the term 'demon'.

"Get down!"

"Could it be that the game is forcibly implanting settings into reality?"

Zhao Si thoughtfully considered that the demon script, as the common language and characters created by the Primeval Demon Master for all demons, if it inherently possessed the power to communicate with different animals, would not be hard to understand.

"Lie down."

Looking down, however, there was an orange-yellow fat cat lying at their feet, its chubby face seeming quite curious about them.

If they survive until the game ends, perhaps they could still have some effect on the world to come……

But the question is, why can the demon script from the Primeval game still be used in reality?

'With an edict issued, the myriad demons receive orders……'

……

(End of chapter)