Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off - Chapter 4 - System, You Picked the Wrong Host

Chapter 4 - System, You Picked the Wrong Host

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Explore the latest events in "Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off" Chapter 4: Her reflection blinked up at her, wide, uneven eyes, a flat nose that looked like...

Her reflection blinked up at her, wide, uneven eyes, a flat nose that looked like it had been squashed in a door, and lips so thin they could disappear if she breathed too hard.She tried the same sweet smile she’d given that brat earlier.

Bad idea. Even she flinched.

"...Oh. "Ohhh." She covered her mouth. "No wonder the kid almost cried. I’d cry too if this mug leaned into my personal space."

She stared at herself for another beat, then groaned. "And those cubs weren’t praising him for bravery; they were congratulating him for surviving a disaster zone."

The fish below scattered, probably sensing the emotional damage radiating off her.

Su Qinglan sat on the riverbank for a long moment, staring at her reflection like it was a personal enemy.

...Fine.

With a deep sigh, she straightened her back and said aloud, "It’s still better than living like a sewer rat in the apocalypse."

Her voice echoed over the sparkling water. No bombs, no gunfire, and definitely no cannibals waiting around the corner.

If the price for safety was a body that looked like it had been inflated by an air pump, then so be it. She was not the kind to whine... She had survived worse.

Decision made, she moved downstream, careful not to muddy the pristine spot she’d just admired. Eventually, she found a massive, flat stone jutting out into the water, perfect for a proper wash.

She glanced around to make sure no one was watching. Then, with the casual shamelessness of someone who had bathed in apocalypse puddles before, she stripped every layer off her new oversized frame.

Her skin was... a crime scene. Layers of grime, sweat, and something unidentifiable that might’ve been months of dirt clung to her like a second skin.

The moment she dipped into the cool water, a wave of dirt swirled out around her like an evil aura. The nearby beautiful fish saw this and fled in all directions as if their lives depended on it.

"Wow," Su Qinglan muttered, rubbing at her arm. "Even the fish think I stink."

She scrubbed and scrubbed until her skin turned red, but no matter how much she rubbed, the dirt refused to leave completely. This body’s filth was not the ordinary "missed a shower" kind; it was the "lived in muck for a year" kind.

She blew out a frustrated breath, flicking water off her fingers.

"I’m going to need soap... or something like that..."

Just as she was thinking about how to solve this new hygiene crisis, a sudden metallic ding echoed in her mind.

Her eyes widened. "Uh... what?"

Su Qinglan froze mid-splash, water dripping from her chin.

She blinked. "Oh no. Not this crap."

Su Qinglan blinked at the glowing text in her head, water still dripping down her cheeks.

"...How the hell are you here?" She blurted out, without thinking once.

She’d heard of these so-called legendary systems back in the apocalypse. Everyone had. Whoever awakened one basically had a walking, talking cheat code strapped to their soul. Food, weapons, shelter, abilities—if you had a system, you could have it all. No one could stop you.

But as with every good thing, there was always a catch. And in this case, the catch was wrapped in the name of "failed to do mission."

Because while the system showered its host with resources and power... it also punished failure in ways that made cannibals look merciful.

Su Qinglan had never had a good impression of them. Not many people with a system survived long enough to enjoy their god-tier perks. And those who did? They were practically the untouchable overlords of the apocalypse—ruling cities, controlling resources, and stepping on whoever they pleased.

She, on the other hand, had awakened a plant-type ability. She was happy with her ability; she never thought that one day she would awaken a system at all.

Honestly, she’d thought after getting thrown into this beast world, her ability would’ve vanished. But if the system had found its way here...

"...Then maybe my ability came with me too."

The thought was both comforting and terrifying.

Su Qinglan nearly slipped on the stone. "What the hell?"

"Stop." She interrupted it in...like she was halting a street vendor mid-pitch. "Why are you here?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Contributed? I spent most of that time trying not to get eaten. Unless you count killing zombies as charity work..."

Su Qinglan stared at the glowing screen. "...Upper management?"

She snorted so hard a fish jumped. "Wow. What a nice story. Almost believable, if I’d never heard about a lying, scheming system before. Tell me your real purpose."

She started counting. "Three... two..."

"One..."

Su Qinglan stared at the screen in silence, letting the words sink in.

The system finished, sounding far too cheerful for such a doomsday statement.

She raised an eyebrow. "...Not my problem. I’m not saving it."

"Nope, not interested." She dunked her head in the river and came up with water streaming down her face. "I’ve already done the whole ’saving the world’ thing once. It sucked. 0/10, not doing it again."

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