229 Testing a Hypothesis (1/2)

”what's that?!” junior brother looked around wildly, his eyes wide and stance defensive. the music from the system magically stayed within a five feet range... but that range just so happens to encompass junior brother.

i inwardly face palmed. f*ck you, system.

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”don't worry about it,” i walked closer to him, but i could see the muscles in his arm tense the closer i got to him. oh sh*t. i stopped a foot away from him and then gently... but quickly patted his head as if he were a child. ”it's a special cultivator thing.”

”what?” turning his head towards me, junior brother's eyes were piercing into my own. ”what do you mean?”

”yeah.” time for the bullsh*tting to begin.”i was poisoned.”

silence.

junior brother's face was completely devoid of emotion. it seemed as if his body was made out of ice what with the chill that emanated out of him. ”you were... poisoned?”

i nodded slowly, as if to convince him of the truth of my statement. and it really was true... but not what i was going to say next. ”the poison caused this-” i waved my hands around, ”to happen.”

”what the f*ck are you talking about?”

”yes-”

<system has decided to increase the volume!>

f*ck you, system!

junior brother's eyes widened to the size of quarters. he pointed towards me accusingly. ”what are you doing!”

”it's not me!” i raised my hands up as if to signal peace. ”it's my-” f*ck, sh*t, b*tch, d*mn! whatshouldisay... oh i know! ”alarm system!”

'what!?” junior brother squinted his eyes at me.

i rattled my head up and down. ”yeah! ever since i was poisoned... i've-” the f*ck should i say!?! transformed? evolved? i'm not a f*cking p*kémon, okay!?

”changed! yeah, i've changed and managed to get this... uh, detection-cultivation-alarm-technique-system thingy?”