Ji Jue leaned left and right, dodging helplessly as he pressed a hand over the dog’s head. “Stop licking me, buddy. Stop licking—”

President grinned, his tongue hanging out as he stubbornly kept burrowing into Ji Jue’s arms. Each time he was pushed away, he nudged Ji Jue’s hand with his body, his tail wagging wildly. His coat was so smooth and glossy that the moment Ji Jue’s hand touched it, he stroked him from head to tail without thinking.

President’s tongue lolled, thoroughly enjoying the petting. Once he had been thoroughly spoiled, he generously flopped onto the floor and rolled over, exposing his little belly as a clear invitation for Ji Jue to continue.

Ji Jue sighed anxiously, too preoccupied to give the dog his full attention. He had been awake all night, restless and distracted ever since yesterday evening. The upheaval in Spring City was one thing, but the real problem was what was happening to his own body. After all, even if no one else had noticed, how could he not know?

Everything had been going so well. Everyone was happily killing people, setting fires, and looting workshops across Spring City. The whole situation had been steadily improving. So how had he somehow ended up getting hit by the Edge of Revolution out of nowhere?! Hadn’t he uninstalled it completely last time?! How were there still leftover files? 

It had even gotten him a little carried away. Sure, it felt pretty good. He hadn’t lost out either, and...