AHEIAID Chapter 8: The Plan to Win Over the Poop-Scooper Dad
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After finishing the IQ test video, Joey, who had been fed several candies, felt absolutely amazing!
He got everything he knew right, and even the guesses were correct!
Hehehe.
How could a mere IQ test stump him?
But when he checked with the system, it told him he only scored four out of ten.
What did this score mean?
For an adult Ottoman, it basically meant he was mentally challenged.
System: Oh, to put it nicely, this is what being brain-dead looks like.
Joey: …………
No… This can’t be real… How could I possibly be a little idiot?!
Joey was utterly deflated, unable to accept this devastating blow.
Meanwhile, Garius glanced at the final score displayed on his wristband without much surprise.
To him, 'humans,' despite having created ancient civilizations, were still considered an inferior species compared to the genetically optimized Ottoman race.
They were no different from smart little animals.
And physically speaking, 'humans' were likely even weaker than wild animals—one viral cold might be enough to take their frail lives.
His cat-like golden-green eyes skimmed over the words "intellectually deficient", as if snowflakes were softly falling, settling coolly on the little black-haired human’s face.
Garius’ wariness toward this tiny creature gradually faded.
He even mentally attached a series of labels to it: weak, lacking willpower, clumsy, in need of delicate care…
Suddenly, an image of something soft and clingy flashed through his mind. He paused for a moment and then added another label: overly affectionate, emotionally rich, and desperately in need of companionship.
When it was time to feed the little thing, Garius pressed a button on the table. A red “please wait” message appeared on the electronic screen. Soon, a sterilized pink pet bowl filled with specially prepared fragrant minced meat was delivered into the room by a small robot.
Garius took the bowl, tapping the side with his fingers.
"Ding ding—"
Snapping out of his thoughts, Joey immediately spotted the bowl.
What the hell? A dog food bowl!
His mouth twitched twice. Suppressing his irritation, he forced himself to act all "Wow~ So happy, so excited!" and accepted the bowl and spoon. He smiled on the surface while cursing his bastard of an owner in his heart as he shoveled food into his mouth.
As he ate, he swore at his owner, wishing him an early demise.
The system covered its mouth, trying not to laugh.
Meanwhile, Garius gazed down at the tiny human swinging his feet while eating heartily. His perfectly sculpted lips curved slightly as he found himself agreeing, just a little, with the Ottoman people's admiration for humans.
…Humans really were quite good.
Very obedient.
For the next while, thanks to Joey’s shameless efforts to act cute and butter up Garius, the latter started visiting him almost daily.
Sometimes, he only stayed for a short time, just to pat his head.
Other times, he stayed longer and played games with him.
But every time Joey gestured towards the door, expressing his desire to go out, he was always rejected.
The best outcome he got was Garius moving some of his less important official work into Joey’s room, spending a bit more time with him.
"Sigh..."
"This is so frustrating—"
Even though he could feel his bastard of an owner’s attitude improving, even becoming gentler, why? Why wouldn’t he let him out???
Joey was losing hair from the stress.
No phone, no internet, no good food… Not even someone to talk to! For a shut-in like him, this was absolute torture!
If this continued, he was going to lose his mind!
System: Heh heh~ At crucial moments, you still have to rely on me~
Lying on his bed, soullessly staring at the ceiling, Joey rolled his eyes. “Oh? And what brilliant idea do you have?”
System: Of course, I have a way!
The system proudly puffed out its chest.
"Then let’s hear it."
Joey sat up, genuinely curious about what kind of nonsense the system was going to spew this time.
System: The reason you haven't successfully won him over is that you're going about it the wrong way.
Joey frowned. “? What do you mean?”
The system didn’t waste any more words. Instead, it played a video titled: "Heartbreaking: What Puppies Do When Left Home Alone." and "A Stray Kitten Fakes Injury and Finally Gets Adopted."
System: Right now, you’re basically an endangered, nearly extinct little animal to them. If you want to live well, you have to put your pride aside for now and learn from those fluffy creatures~
You need to establish emotional bonds with your ‘poop-scooping dad’ so that he thinks you can’t live without him! Make him believe that this poor little human needs a master to survive!
Joey: …
Uh.
To be honest, the system’s method was shameless and completely lacking in dignity, but…
It wasn’t wrong.
Right now… he really was just a pet in their eyes…
And pets needed to please their owners, right?
Suppressing the slight sting of sadness in his heart, Joey furrowed his brows as he continued watching videos of adorable fluffy animals.
But the more he watched, the more his frown relaxed—his eyes even started to sparkle!
"System!"
System: Hmm?
"You actually came up with something useful for once!"
System: Hehe~
The system giggled, while Joey’s eyes glowed with excitement.
Hmph~
Just you wait, you stupid alien bastards!
If you won’t let me out, I’ll make you personally take me out!!
Feeling fired up, Joey clenched his fists.
Before long, the staff responsible for monitoring the human noticed something unusual…
First, the human didn’t seem interested in eating anymore.
Then, he stopped smiling all the time.
And then, whenever there was no one else in the room, the little human would clutch his black stuffed rabbit and bury himself under the blanket, only peeking out when someone entered.
But as soon as he saw who it was, the bright spark in his big, black eyes would dim, his fluffy black hair full of static as he slowly, dejectedly crawled back under the covers…
He looked completely lifeless.
The caretakers were frantic when they saw more and more food being left uneaten in his pink little bowl.
They called the doctor multiple times, but every test came back saying the human was physically healthy.
The staff panicked.
This was the last human on Earth!
If something happened to him, they wouldn’t just be held accountable—if the human-loving fanatics found out, they’d be spit-roasted alive!
The staff quickly filed a report, which was forwarded several times before landing on the desk of District 13’s leader, Garius Heine.
"The human is sick?"
The man, whose face was as perfect and unfeeling as a god’s, slowly furrowed his sharp brows.
"Yes. The doctors found nothing physically wrong. They said… it’s probably a psychological issue…"
His assistant, Amon, looked worried as he spoke in a hushed tone.
A psychological issue?
How could that be?
Garius recalled the little creature’s foolish, grinning face from yesterday and frowned even deeper. He hadn’t noticed anything unusual at the time.
Reading his boss’s thoughts, Amon sighed and pulled up the latest surveillance footage.
"Sir, please take a look at this."
Garius lifted his gaze, his golden-green eyes focusing on the screen…
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