OBS Chapter 661: There is a Secret Method to Taming the Thunder Beast
Chapter 661: There is a Secret Method to Taming the Thunder Beast
That guy mocked Shen Changqing as the "Ice Prince" of the Demon Suppression Division, but he didn't take it seriously at all.
Seriously, don’t these people have anything else to do but gossip?
He continued walking, the rhythmic tap of his boots on the cobblestones a stark contrast to the whispers behind him.
Suddenly, a pretentiously sweet voice cut through the air.
"Hey, hey, hey. Isn't this our cold-faced Mr. Shen Changqing? Out for a walk?"
Shen Changqing raised his head.
A man dressed like a peacock, wearing an extremely gorgeous uniform,
He walked towards him with a swagger, followed by a group of equally arrogant followers.
The guy had a smug, I-am-better-than-thou grin on his face.
"Is there something you want to talk to me about?" Shen Changqing asked expressionlessly.
"No, I just want to admire the Golden Boy of the Demon Suppression Department," the "Peacock" said proudly.
"I heard you're a big shot now. Even the director looks at you differently. But, here's a little advice: don't fly too close to the sun. Otherwise, you might..."
Just before the "Peacock Man" finished his self-proclaimed clever threat, a dark shadow rushed out from the darkness.
A henchman screamed, "Watch out!"
Meanwhile, in the Madhouse, the man everyone called "the Dean" - although no one knew his real name - was facing a small problem.
He walked back and forth in front of a cell, peering inside at the prisoners.
Inside the cell, the thunder beast, which had once been enormous and incredibly powerful, had now shrunk to the size of a large dog.
And it doesn't look scary at all, more like... boring.
"This method doesn't work," the dean muttered, scratching his head.
"It's not afraid of me at all. If I glare at it, it won't even blink. How can I convince it to work as a security guard?"
He tried everything: shouting, threatening gestures, and even a comical imitation of the monster's roar.
But it was useless.
The Thunder Beast just looked at him with those big, uninterested eyes.
The dean looked at the control panel next to the cell.
Mysterious symbols flickered on it, and a line of words glowed ominously: *Soul Fate: At the Administrator's Discretion*.
"Hmph, I'm not going to 'delete' it," he muttered, "What's the point?"
He racked his brains.
What could scare a thunder beast?
lightning?
Too obvious.
Other giant monsters?
Maybe, but where could he find one anytime soon?
He sighed and walked out of the cell block, his mind still racing with thoughts.
He reached the courtyard of the asylum and kicked a loose stone across the flagstones.
He needed a new plan, and fast.
Just then, a furry figure rushed past him, barking excitedly.
It turned out to be Wangcai, the self-appointed "chief health officer" of the asylum, an energetic and mischievous puppy.
The dean's eyes lit up.
An idea began to form in his mind.
"Wangcai..." He murmured to himself, and a smile slowly appeared on his face.
"You're such an amazing little dog, I think you might be the answer to my prayers..."
On the other side of town, Shen Changqing was completely unaware of the chaos that was about to erupt in the asylum.
He stood calmly, looking at the "peacock" and his followers.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smile.
"What were you going to say just now?"
"What were you trying to say just now?" Shen Changqing's voice was soft, but it cut through the air like a piece of ice.
The Peacock Man stuttered, his carefully prepared insults turning into a nervous laugh.
"Just, uh, enjoying the view. It's a nice day today, isn't it?"
He slowly retreated, and his men scattered like frightened doves.
Shen Changqing just watched them leave. "Indeed." He muttered to himself, turned around and continued walking forward.
He had more important things to worry about than those showy peacocks.
The scent of demons still hung in the air, a grim reminder of the task ahead.
Meanwhile, at the Madhouse, the dean is putting the final touches on his brilliant plan.
He gathered Wangcai and his motley crew of cleaning experts—a group of squirrels, an especially fat pigeon, and an incredibly agile badger—and gave them his orders.
"Okay, guys,"
He clapped his hands and said, "Operation Annoy the Thunder Beasts has begun! Wangcai, you're in charge. Do you remember the plan?"
Wangcai barked excitedly a few times and wagged his tail vigorously.
It understands completely.
Annoying others is its specialty.
Dean grinned, imagining the scene that was about to unfold.
He grabbed a bucket of popcorn—you know, to observe the situation—and returned to Ultralisk's cell.
He opened the door, waved his hand dramatically, and threw Wangcai in.
Still sulking in the corner, the Thunder Beast raised its head, static electricity flickering across its tiny body.
Wangcai was not affected by this at all. He trotted over happily, shouting, "Hey, big guy! Want to play?" The thunder beast growled softly.
This is not what it wants.
On the other side of town, Wuhen, completely unaware of the impending canine farce,
As he was strolling through the bustling bazaar, his system kept popping up new, ridiculous task prompts.
“Beat a street vendor in a bargaining contest? What a joke?” he muttered, shaking his head.
"What kind of training is this?" But hey, the reward is a lifetime of spicy noodles, so what's he to say?
He grinned and flexed his knuckles.
"Well, old lady, let me see what you can do!"
He took aim at his target, a withered old woman with sharp eyes.
She was selling a strange fruit that looked like a cross between a durian and a pineapple.
Wuhen walked forward and said, "Hey, grandma! How much is this... uh... pineapple durian?"
The old woman looked him up and down, a sly smile on her wrinkled face.
"Young man, if you want, ten gold coins." Wuhen took an exaggerated breath.
"Ten gold coins? Robbery! I'll give you a copper coin and a used toothpick." The bargaining war began.
Suddenly, a familiar voice shouted, "Wuhen? What are you doing?"
Wuhen looked up and saw Lin Qiye walking towards him with a smile.
"Oh, hey, Lin Qiye! I'm just conducting some...intense financial negotiations." He replied with a wink.
Lin Qiye chuckled and shook his head.
"You're hopeless." He paused, noticing the strange fruit on the old woman's stall.
"What the hell is this?" He poked it cautiously.
Back at the Madhouse, Thunder Beast's cell was in chaos.
Wangcai and his cleaning team ran around the confused guy.
Squirrels chirped, pigeons flapped their wings, and badgers scratched frantically at the floor.
The Thunder Beast was completely overwhelmed by this chaotic energy and roared angrily, with more electricity flashing on its small body.
The dean watched from the doorway, grinning with satisfaction and munching on popcorn.
Things went even better than he expected.
He just hoped the cell could withstand the impending explosion.
At the same time, Shen Changqing came to a remote attic.
Its appearance is unremarkable, but it exudes a heavy aura of ancient power and recent bloody killings.
He pushed open the heavy wooden door, and the familiar smell of ink and blood hit him in the face.
Inside, a figure stood in the dim light streaming through a single window, a brush hovering above a scroll.
Shen Changqing bowed slightly.
"Master." The figure turned around, his face hidden in shadow.
"you are late."