Music System In A Cultivation World: What The Fck? - Chapter 228

Junior brother gave me a weird look as I entered the infirmary, a thousand thoughts entering my mind yet none moving past my lips.

Junior brother was laying down on his infirmary bed, pillow behind his back. A quick scan of the room revealed that he was still the only patient in the room.

Seriously. They had to make this room smaller. It must be scary at night.

I took a deep breath before I continued further, stumbling my way past the beds.

How the h*ll can I bring the poison up? Do I just come out and say it? Something like, ‘Who do you think poisoned you, junior brother’?

Yeah… didn’t he already suspect me of being a demon cultivator?

The f*ck! He’ll kill me then!

I don’t want to die yet!

Okay… let’s be smart about this. Yeah. It’s always better to greet first, questions later. After I had this thought, I stood before his bed, the sunlight from the window above him blinding me.

“Hey, junior brother,” I smiled nervously, my eyes rolling around their sockets. Should I really just come out and say it?

“What are you doing, senior brother?” his voice was filled with confusion and helplessness.

Oh yeah! Didn’t he say that I had a… hole? In my brain? The f*ck was that about!

Wait!

That’s perfect!

“Junior brother.” I turned to look at him, my face devoid of all expression. My eyes drilled holes into his, and I waited a few seconds for him to understand the seriousness of what I was going to say.

I cleared my throat and began, “I do have a hole in my brain.”

Junior brother looked at me, his face frozen for a few seconds. We stared at each other for a few seconds… or well, he stared at me. I was trying my hardest to not squint because of the sun.

It was seriously bright.

When I finally paid attention, the silence in the room was deafening until junior brother slightly raised himself up and out of his bed, placing his hand on my forehead. I just blinked for a few seconds until junior brother took his hand off of my forehead and glanced at it. “You don’t have a fever.” He sounded utterly confused.

What the f*ck!

I am NOT crazy!

“Junior brother!” I swatted his hand away and didn’t even bother to hide my glare. This was such a foolproof plan. Why the f*ck was he not getting it! “I really DO have a hole in my brain. It’s because of-”

God f*cking d*mmit, System!

How the h*ll am I supposed to explain this to him!?

And I still need to explain the whole ‘hole in the brain’ thing! You aren’t helping me!

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I’m really starting to think that you’re an actual sentient being.

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Yeah.

Not even going to bother.