After Dumpling agreed to help, the two of them discussed the specific process in detail.
However, Chris mostly listened to Dumpling, as he himself had no clue.
But he still needed to confirm the most crucial information.
"So, you need at least two days to build the machine, right? And during these two days, I shouldn't have any problems, right?"
"Oh, ho ho! Don't worry, supernatural beings aren't that fragile. Even beached whales can survive for several days.
In your current state, at most, it's just malnutrition. Living for seventy or eighty years is still not a problem."
Dumpling's explanation made Chris even more speechless. So, his previous guess that his life was short was completely his own wishful thinking!
Having learned from being fooled by Dumpling before, Chris was more careful this time and didn't completely believe what Dumpling said. He just secretly noted down the information Dumpling gave him, preparing to observe it himself.
Lest he be played for a clown again, then he would really have to wonder whether he was the Transmigrator for Chris, or if Chris had inherited the Transmigrator's memories.
"Alright! Then I'll trouble you. I'll go downstairs and talk to Louise. I was too panicked before and scared her."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, go, go! Go and coax that old woman! It's best if you put on a show of deep mother-son affection with her; that way, I'll save myself a trip to the cinema."
As soon as Louise was mentioned, Dumpling became sarcastic, not even bothering with his disguise, saying many inappropriate things.
Fortunately, Chris's focus wasn't on this. He just assumed Dumpling said that because he disliked Louise and didn't realize that the current brotherly harmony between them was also intentionally faked by Dumpling.
After all, this little guy's goal was very clear: to have fun at Chris's expense.
For this, he was willing to provide Chris with all assistance except moral support!
Watching Chris go downstairs, Dumpling patted his chest and smirked, "My dear brother, let me see which world is suitable for you?"
The evil Jiaozi Head started brainstorming, carefully listing worlds that could both trick Chris and not put him in danger.
But as he was thinking, he suddenly noticed the little teddy bear he had left aside.
"Oh, rupert! Did I scare you just now? I'm really sorry, it's all my fault."
Interrupted by his 'lover,' Dumpling immediately shifted his attention and temporarily stopped plotting against Chris.
Dumpling, having regained a bit of his childish nature, happily pulled the toy bear and climbed into the infant bed. He was going to complete the good thing that Chris had interrupted earlier... Because Dumpling was busy communicating with rupert, Chris unknowingly escaped a disaster.
At this moment, Chris was getting beer for Peter's friends. The four of them had returned from a fishing trip and were chatting happily.
Handing out the beers one by one, Chris secretly compared them to their animated counterparts.
The most obvious was naturally Old Joe, the legless superhero. He sat calmly in his wheelchair, smiling as he took the beer Chris offered.
"Thanks, Chris!"
"You're welcome. Seeing you all chat so happily, you must have had a good harvest, right?"
"Haha, of course!"
Quagmire, wearing a red beach shirt, gestured excitedly. His chuunibyo demeanor couldn't hide his handsome face, which was why he never lacked for women.
As he spoke, Quagmire began to gesticulate, describing their fishing anecdotes. "When that giant creature was pulled out, the four of us were stunned. We couldn't believe we had caught it.
It's safe to say that if it weren't for Peter's weight on the scale, that giant creature would have long since swum away without a trace."
"Hey, don't forget Joe's contribution. Without his help, the three of us alone couldn't have pulled that thing in."
Cleveland saw Quagmire speaking so energetically and reminded him not to forget Old Joe's help.
However, Old Joe didn't care. He held his beer and said with a chuckle, "Don't worry about it. Even without my help, I believe you all could have caught that big fish."
"Hehehe, Joe, although you're right, your contribution here is indeed the greatest. Otherwise, that fish is yours!"
Chris looked at Peter in surprise. When did this fat guy become human?
According to his usual behavior, shouldn't he be mocking Old Joe and taking credit for himself?
The next moment after Peter finished speaking, before Old Joe could even refuse, Quagmire impatiently said, "Don't be like that! We agreed that giant creature belonged to me. You can't go back on your word!"
As soon as Quagmire spoke, Chris suddenly understood.
He knew it!
When would this humanoid species, Peter, ever do something humane?
It turned out he was using someone else's things to do himself a favor!
"That's right, Peter! Quagmire already exchanged that big fish for taking us on a free plane ride. You no longer have the right to dispose of this fish."
Cleveland added again.
At Cleveland's words, Peter slapped his head, complaining as if he had just remembered, "Oh, shit! I forgot again, sorry!"
His buddies were all used to Peter's behavior.
They all knew Peter was an idiot, so they didn't blame him.
Even Old Joe proactively chimed in to help, saying, "It doesn't matter, I don't like eating fish anyway. I don't have a big enough fish tank at home to keep it, so that fish is of no use to me."
As he spoke, Old Joe's expression suddenly became strange. He looked at Quagmire from head to toe, his lips moving as if to ask something.
But Old Joe, considering their friendship, still didn't ask when the words reached his lips.
Peter, however, was not so considerate. He blurted it out.
"Hey, Quagmire, what are you going to do with that big fish? Keep it in a fish tank?
Or are you going to make Japanese sashimi? If you're making food, remember to call us!"
"Uh...!"
Quagmire's face stiffened. He suddenly didn't know how to reply.
After all, the reason he took that giant creature was really not easy to say out loud.
After a long silence, Quagmire vaguely said, "The big fish's meat quality hasn't reached its best state yet. When it's ready to be used for food, I'll let you know."
Seeing Quagmire's insincere expression, those who knew his character all had stiff faces, not knowing what to say for a moment.
Only Peter was as happy as an idiot, actually wanting to try something specially prepared by Quagmire.
"Oh, yes! I'm looking forward to it now!"
Chris, beside him, covered his face speechlessly. No wonder Dumpling looked down on this fat slob; did this guy's brain get swapped with Brian's?
Noticing things were heading in a strange direction, Old Joe quickly spoke up to change the subject.
"Hey, Chris. Have you been working out recently? I see a big change in you; your physique is almost similar to mine."
Hearing Old Joe speak to him, Chris removed his hand from his face, understood his meaning, and immediately cooperated, "Yes, I work out at the school gym. They have free air conditioning there."
"Wow, that's great! If you ask me, young lads should build strong physiques so they can protect themselves when danger comes."
"..."
Chris didn't know how to answer Old Joe's words for a moment.
In his opinion, when danger comes, one should run away or find help.
Not foolishly confront it.
He thought the same way when he realized he encountered the Ogre earlier, but unfortunately, he was immediately punished and cornered in the basement by the other party.
Otherwise, according to Chris's idea, he would have gone to the police or a gun store, gotten heavy firepower, and then dealt with that thing.
Fortunately, the Ogre didn't know how formidable he was and was carelessly counter-killed by Chris.
Old Joe saw Chris didn't reply and thought Chris agreed with him very much, so he continued, "Of course, just having a strong physique isn't enough. You also need the technique to exert your own strength.
If you're willing, you can come to me to learn some fighting techniques.
It's free!"
His intuition told Chris that Old Joe seemed to have misunderstood something, but his words also made Chris ponder. He indeed needed to learn some techniques to exert his own strength.
"I'll consider it!"
"OK! Then that's all for today. My stomach is bloated from drinking, so I'll go back and take care of it first."
With that, Old Joe pushed his wheelchair and left.
After Old Joe left, Quagmire and Cleveland also left, leaving only Peter, who was sound asleep, and Chris, who was tidying up the room.
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