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Chapter 8 - The Chowderhead

A person appeared in the mirror displaying an unparalleled beauty. She has a pair of ideal lips and a small exquisite nose. Softly arched eyebrows and thick curly lashes highlight her almond-shaped eyes. However, her most captivating feature is that pair of golden eyes. Her aureate irises that seemed to glimmer cast her an ethereal look. A look so pure it compels creatures not to desecrate such a sacred being. That she must remain untainted by the wickedness of the human heart or grotesqueries of life.

Seeing that pair of golden eyes staring back at her, she is baffled.

[No way. Is that me? ]

Then gazing back at the supple, porcelain-like skin, she cannot help but marvel. Especially seeing the pores so minute, they are almost non-existent. Such unblemished skin made her excited.

[Holy sh*t.]

She wonders if she could have somehow saved the universe in one of her past lives to be bestowed such an alluring face. Now she understands why Halfsie is so obsessed with her. Even she cannot help but fangirl over this face.

[However, why did my appearance changed?]

Not that she is complaining or anything. Rather, she is intrigued as to why and who changed her face (for the best). She secretly thought that she must at least send that great god a letter. She must give her thanks or praise the benevolent being for such an amazing taste. Maybe she could even enshrine that person and worship every year, like a religious devotee.

Suddenly something caressed her cheek.

She put the mirror beside her and glanced around to look for Halfsie. Noticing something, she then screwed up her eyes and peered over the opportunistic life form over her shoulder.

"You have limbs?" Her voice extra salty.

The system that was about to put its claw on her cheek: ?

[Host, why wake up now?] The black cotton almost felt a little guilty for being caught red-handed.

It had just leaned over to touch and now its paws have stiffened midair. It does not even know whether to pop it back or continue moving forward.

"Host, I've always had them."

[Why does it feel like the host has something against limbs? Nevertheless, at least the host did not mind its sneak attack.]

"Always? Why didn't I know?" She felt deceived. She had already accepted the deformed charred cocci as its perfect form. However, this little trickster actually hid its final appearance. It is even more repulsive than its former image.

[Host, we just met each other not long ago.]

Is what the system wanted to say. Still, it decided not to after sensing the biting atmosphere.

"Host, my hands and feet look ghastly. I'd rather not use them." As a matter of fact, it tried walking with its short legs but felt it tiring compared to bouncing. Overall, it is just too lazy to walk. If it could, it would rather roll around. Halfsie is more willing to let the host believe it is renouncing its image than let her know of its subtle idleness. It's dependable on other things, it self-proclaimed.

Scanning over its chicken-like feet and weird looking arms, she replied.

"Better hide them well in the future." Out of sight, out of mind. It's better to hide these kinds of disturbing things permanently, she thought.

[Host, you mean my tiny feet are unsightly?] Shouldn't she say that it doesn't matter? It's cute on you or something? It pouted. In the first place, this appearance is originally born from her subconsciousness. Yeah, blame it on her taste. It is ugly which meant her host's aesthetics are awful as well.

"Hey. I have a feeling you're condemning me, hmm?"

The humming part was truly crisp. The system was immediately worried.

"Why? Have I wronged you? "

"You know I don't mind validating your thoughts."

[Host, you mean I cannot even reproach you in my mind. That is too much!] It felt very frustrated.

"Host, you're bullying me again." It can only use its crying tactic. There's no way it'll admit the host's conjecture. It still wanted to live.

Watching the fluffy ball on the edge of break down, she decided to get to the main point.

" Halfsie, how did my countenance change to such perfection?" She took the little guy off her shoulder and started squishing it relentlessly.

" Host, you mean you're originally not this beautiful?!" It's tiny crimson eyes almost bulged out of shock.

Such a revelation left him confounded, it even forgot the matter about its failed attempt to frolic.

[Isn't the little guy a little off-topic?] Gazing at the furry ball who seemed astonished to the core, she mused.

[ Why is it acting so exaggerated? It's not like I deceived him of his soul.]

Then scrutinizing further, she can not believe what she is seeing on that emotion-rich abstract of a face.

[Is that contempt I see?]

She felt the arteries on her temples pulsate. The damned thing has the gall to scorn her.

She indeed got it right. When the system recalled her disdaining its appearance, it felt dissatisfied. The host, in truth, is not alluring herself yet had the nerve to despise its image. While immersing itself in the so-called injustice, it heard the serene voice of its boss.

" Would you believe if I say, I'd pluck your fur one by one, if I caught you looking at me with derision again? Hmm?" The gentle nudge it received felt like ice piercing its soul.

[ What have I done?]

Halfsie feared it's about to see the other side. It couldn't believe it offended the evil entity called host. Who gave it the audacity to court death? Then peeking at the ethereal beauty that seems to weigh the pros and cons of its death, it decided never to provoke her ever again. With that conclusion, it implored the host for mercy.

" Host! I beg you to give me another chance. I swear that if I do it again, I will send myself to reincarnate!" Such a resolute voice from an adorable body is a refreshing sight to her.

[ Maybe it would be more fascinating to see it crumble.] She heinously thought. She must teach this little fool one or two. Who made it annoy her?

" It would be such a shame to see you die though. I very much prefer you to enjoy my special care where you will feel each day is like an eternity." She gently stroked the quivering creature and whispered such curse tenderly.

[It's over.]

The black furry ball opted to welcome death with open arms. It would rather die now than suffer a tormenting life. Maybe the host will have mercy and leave all of its fur intact.

Seeing that it remained as if waiting for death, she could not help but chuckle.

"Little fool."

[Such gullible being with adorable expressions is amusing to tease.]

She thinks she just found her second hobby.

Poor Halfsie did not even realize that its fate has been sealed yet again.