Chapter 1408
Your spoon is corroded!
The Victory team had a lively time for a while. Although they were thrown into chaos by Spike, Tom, and Jerry, the three "living dads," the atmosphere in the team improved considerably.
Before, everyone would look downcast during patrols, like they were going to a funeral. Now, Daigo and Shinjo are vying to go on missions. Why? Because patrols allow them to avoid training! And avoid that deadly bowl of milk!
"Daigo, the west side is mine today!" Shinjo shouted as he fastened his seatbelt, looking as if he wasn't on patrol but fleeing a disaster.
"Okay! Give me the east side!" Daigo jumped into another car and slammed on the gas pedal, afraid that Tom would catch him if he was even a step too slow.
The two were so enthusiastic that Ju Jianhui shook her head, while Cui Ming was quite satisfied. He stood on the roof with his arms crossed, a cigarette dangling from his mouth—he had quit long ago and was just enjoying the smoke.
"Instructor, isn't it a bit much for them to run like that?" Lina leaned over, but before she could finish speaking, a scream came from downstairs.
"vomit--!!!"
It's Ye Rui. That kid didn't get away; Tom cornered him at the cafeteria entrance.
Daigo and Shinjo exchanged a glance in the car, both letting out a sigh of relief. Then, in unison, they rolled up the windows and sped off.
"You escaped a terrible fate."
"Yes, we get to live another day."
However, what these two didn't know was that what they found truly outrageous wasn't the wailing and howling after drinking the bowl of milk, but rather the process of making that bowl of milk.
This story begins with Horii.
That day, Horii was on the night shift and was starving in the middle of the night. He went to the canteen to find something to eat and bumped into Tom doing research and development—if you can call that research and development.
"Tom? What are you doing?"
Horii rubbed his eyes and leaned closer, then saw a scene that shattered his worldview.
Tom first prepared a large bowl of milk, which was white and swaying, and looked quite normal.
Then, the blue-gray cat took out a handful of small, round white pellets from its pocket, picked them up, smelled them with a look of delight, and then threw them all into the milk.
The moment the particles fell into the milk, the basin immediately began to sizzle and sputter, with tiny sparks flying out. The surface of the milk bubbled rapidly, bubbling and boiling slightly, making the entire basin agitated and creating a strange, dynamic effect.
"Wait! What's that?!" Horii's eyes widened, and all his sleepiness vanished in fright.
Without even looking up, Tom hooked his paw and pulled a bottle of light blue liquid from under the counter, gulping it down into the basin. The entire basin of milk was instantly dyed light blue, the bubbling and boiling became even louder, and the steam carried a pungent metallic smell.
"Tom! This doesn't make sense! How could milk—"
"Meow." Tom glanced at him, as if he were looking at a country bumpkin who had never seen the world.
Then, Tom added a single drop of thick, dark blue concentrate. As the light and dark blues blended, the liquid in the basin churned violently, turning the overall color dull and cold, like a stagnant pool, or perhaps the gastric juice of some creature.
Horii's legs had started to tremble.
And then what's even more terrifying is this! Tom took out a bottle of red potion with a skull and crossbones symbol on it, and he unscrewed the cap and dripped a drop into the milk basin.
Just one drop.
The moment the red medicine fell into the blue milk, a small red mushroom cloud suddenly rose from the basin. After the mushroom cloud rose, it quickly dissipated, and the entire basin of liquid turned completely into a dark blue-black color. The sizzling corrosion sound continued incessantly, making one's teeth ache.
"Tom, who is this stuff for?" Horii's voice trembled like a leaf.
Tom ignored him, picked up a small metal spoon, and dipped it into the bowl to stir the mixed liquid. As he stirred, the terrifying power of the venom was vividly demonstrated: the hard metal spoon was quickly corroded, dissolved, and deformed upon contact with the liquid, slowly melting into the milk, fully showcasing the extreme destructiveness of this bowl of poisoned milk.
Horii watched helplessly as the spoon went from intact to twisted, until only the handle remained, the rest turning into blue-black foam.
"This...this..."
Before he could finish speaking, a fly buzzed over, probably attracted by the smell, and foolishly landed on the spoon handle.
then.
The fly touched the spoon, its body suddenly stiffened, and it shouted with great force, "Cack—!"
It rolled straight up belly up and died.
died.
Horii was petrified on the spot.
What the hell!
What the hell is this biological weapon?!
How come we were fine after drinking this stuff?!
And she's even more energetic now?!
He scrambled back to the dorm and told everyone what had happened. Daigo listened with a blank expression, Shinjo listened with a blank expression, and Rena even yawned.
"Aren't you...aren't you scared?!" Horii grabbed his hair, feeling like he was the one who was crazy.
"What are you afraid of?" Xincheng rolled over. "It really feels good after drinking it. Last time I ran fifty kilometers in one go and I wasn't even out of breath."
"But that fly—"
"Can flies be as durable as us?" Daigo patted him on the shoulder. "Trust the instructors, trust Tom, trust TPC."
"Don't believe that! The spoon's melted!"
"Is a spoon harder than our bones?"
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Horii opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time.
He suddenly realized that he might be the only one in the GUTS team who still retained the normal human instinct for fear.
The next day, he secretly found Cui Ming and poured out everything he had seen and heard the night before, finally asking tremblingly, "Instructor, is that thing really safe?"
Cui Ming was cleaning his gun, and without looking up, asked, "Did you die after you finished drinking?" "No."
"Did you feel dizzy after running 50 kilometers?"
"without"
"That's safety."
"But that fly—"
"Flies are insects, are you?"
".no."
“That’s settled then.” Cui Ming slammed his gun on the table, stood up, and looked down at Hori. “In the EDF, we’ve even eaten the flesh of alien creatures. Some of them are electrified, some are acidic, and some can make you see your deceased grandmother after eating them. Tom’s bowl of milk, at least, won’t give you diarrhea. Be content.”
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After a long silence, Horii finally managed to ask, "Instructor, what do you EDF members usually eat?"
"As long as it's edible." Cui Ming threw the protein bar into his mouth and chewed it with a crunching sound. "If it's inedible, we'll find a way to make it edible. That's survival."
He spoke of it casually, but Horii sensed a bloody past in his words.
The melted spoon, the fly that yelled "Gah!" with great force, and Tom's nonchalant expression as he stirred suddenly connected in Horii's mind.
Perhaps, in this world, common sense has long been dead.
And he is learning to adapt.
"Oh, right." Cui Ming walked to the door, then suddenly turned back, "Tom said he's changing the recipe tomorrow, it's chocolate flavored, you can try it."
Can I refuse?
“Sure.” Cui Ming grinned, a smile that sent a chill down Hori’s spine. “Just fight Spike for three rounds, and you’ll pass if you don’t die.”
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"vomit--!!!"
The next day, the chocolate-flavored milk was ready, and Lina was the first to try it. After yelling at the top of her lungs, she rushed to the training field at a speed of ten meters per second.
Horii held the bowl, looking at the liquid inside that shimmered with an eerie brown light, then glanced at Tom beside him, who looked on expectantly.
The blue-gray cat was licking its paws, its tail tip twitching as if to say: "Drink up, it's delicious."
"I'll drink it."
Horii closed his eyes and drank it down.
Anyway, the spoon melted, but the person was fine.
Anyway, the fly is dead, but the person is still alive.
Anyway, the world has already gone mad, it doesn't matter if he's one more.
"Gah—!!!"
No, that was shouted by Horii himself.
After shouting, he felt hot all over, and his legs wanted to run wildly, to punch, and to challenge Spike to a duel.
"Cool!!!"
He shouted and rushed out, at least three times faster than usual.
Behind them, Tom and Jerry exchanged a glance and gave each other a high five.
"Meow."
"squeak."
Spike lay sprawled by the doorway, lazily raising his eyelids: "Another one fallen. Life's so boring. When are we going to get some tough guys?"
No one cares about him.
On the training field, howls once again echoed through the sky.
Meanwhile, Megumi was woken up three times in her office, and finally she simply put on her headphones and played white noise on a loop.
got used to.
Anyway, the living fathers her husband brought home were all more outrageous than the last.
But as outrageous as it may seem, the results are undeniably good.
At least for now, these guys on the Victory Team can run faster than rabbits and fight like mad dogs.
This is enough.
In this world where monsters visit every now and then, being alive, able to run, fight, and even shout "Gah!" is already the greatest fortune.
As for that fly?
Who cares.
Anyway, it didn't drink the chocolate flavor. (End of Chapter)