The Protagonists Keep Adding Scenes For Me | Chapter 27 | The Curse of Frailty | Novela.app

“Is there… something you want?” The man leading the group ignored Mu Ran’s question. Instead, he took several steps forward, intruding into a social distance that felt distinctly uncomfortable. Following his lead, the others tightened the circle with practiced coordination. The thick malice and predatory greed in their eyes were palpable enough to make one’s skin crawl. “A beautiful face…” they whispered to one another, making no effort to hide their conversation. “Shame about the legs…” “There’s always someone into that… especially with a face like this…” Mu Ran’s hands tightened their grip on the armrests of his wheelchair. Meanwhile, the System had given up on further entanglement with its own group of attackers. It unleashed the inhuman combat prowess of its current shell, clearing the alleyway in a matter of heartbeats. Casting a cold glance at the man left behind—who was clutching his wounds with a look of lingering, pathetic hope—the System turned and walked away without hesitation. The commotion from the fight was loud enough to alert anyone outside the alley. “My, are you scared stiff?” Mu Ran had just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the man’s low whisper right next to his ear. Startled, he squeezed the armrests and lowered his gaze. “Please… leave.” “Oh, he even said ‘please.’ How polite~” “Look at his hands. Haha, the poor little thing is paralyzed with fear.” “Tsk, tsk. If he can’t handle this, there are plenty of more ‘exciting’ things waiting for him in bed later…” Mu Ran snapped his eyes up, staring at the last speaker in utter disbelief. *Excuse me? Say that again?!* The faint flash of purple visible through the white gauze made the man’s heart itch with desire. Ignoring any sense of care, he reached out and brutally ripped the veil from the youth’s face. Mu Ran gasped. His pupils, unaccustomed to sunlight for so long, constricted violently. Physiological tears reacted faster than his mind could, instantly flooding his eyes. The man looked on, nearly mesmerized by the sight of the youth’s shimmering, tear-filled violet eyes. Seeing the boy try to duck his head to hide, the man showed no mercy, grabbing his head and forcing his face into the direct sunlight. Beautiful. Truly too beautiful. Even crying uncontrollably like this, the youth’s exquisite features lost none of their charm; if anything, it only made one want to cherish and ravish him all the more. “It hurts… let go!” The sensation in his eyes had moved beyond mere discomfort into a terrifying, searing burn that even closing them tightly couldn't alleviate. Mu Ran reached out to push the man away, but his strength was easily brushed aside. Worse still, the intense emotional upheaval combined with the burning pain in his eyes made his head spin. *Don’t faint, don’t faint… Argh, this damned sickly attribute!!* “Tsk, don’t close your eyes.” *If I go blind, are you going to pay for my eyes?!* Through the dizzying haze, Mu Ran heard a somewhat familiar voice. “Wow! Are villains really this arrogant nowadays?” A young man in a detective’s coat stood not far away, hands in his pockets. His eyes were curved in a smile, but his gaze was ice-cold. The man finally released his grip, allowing Mu Ran a moment to breathe. Clutching his chest, Mu Ran panted in short, shallow breaths. Through a vision blurred by a constant stream of tears, he caught sight of the detective. …! He blinked against the pain, belatedly feeling the searing heat of the prop in his arms. *No way, no way…* “I suggest you mind your own business.” The man turned to face Shen Feibai, sizing him up with a sneer. “With a build like yours, you want to play the hero?” Shen Feibai retracted his inquisitive gaze from the youth’s face and let out a cold laugh. “Don’t recognize me? As expected of a low-level criminal with no vision.” His tone was frigid and dripping with mockery. Seeing the man provoked into leaving the youth to charge at him, Shen Feibai’s eyes darkened as his left hand tightened around a gadget in his pocket. However, before he could use it, the man collapsed. To be precise, he was slammed into the ground with brutal efficiency by a young man who had appeared out of nowhere. Shen Feibai clicked his tongue. *That hit probably fractured the guy’s neck.* The rest of the group reacted instantly, preparing to swarm the newcomer, but they were struck down before they could even process what was happening. One moment, they were staring into the newcomer’s chilling gaze; the next, the world spun, and they slammed into the pavement in a haze of pain. One man, still possessing a shred of strength, tried to scramble up, only to have a boot pin his neck to the ground. He froze. “Hey, hey, that’s enough.” Shen Feibai, noticing the newcomer seemed intent on continuing, stepped in to stop him. “Instead of taking your anger out on them, you should check on that young man’s condition.” The youth—the System—looked up at him. Shen Feibai met the gaze with an innocent, natural shrug. *Hmm… that look. Something’s not right.* Though Shen Feibai maintained a smile, a flicker of genuine interest sparked within him. *I get the feeling there are quite a few secrets hidden here~* The System was almost clumsy in its frantic attempts to comfort the weeping Mu Ran. “Where does it hurt?” “My eyes… they hurt so much…” Mu Ran’s voice was trembling and insecure, like a cub shivering after being drenched by a downpour. With his eyes shut tight, he grabbed the System’s wrist, burying his head against the other’s body like a small animal seeking sanctuary. However, his voice in the internal mental link was much calmer. *【Mu Ran: Quick, take me away! The detective is watching!】* The System looked down at the purple bruises forming on Mu Ran’s wrists, its eyes cold and sharp. … Shen Feibai watched as the young man slowly calmed the youth down, gently re-wrapping the white gauze over his eyes before turning to face him. *He even deliberately pretended to be terrified for quite a while…* “Thank you very much, sir.” The youth’s voice was clear and soft, yet it carried an irrepressible exhaustion and frailty. “Mm… no need for thanks. I should be thanking you for reining in your man.” Shen Feibai walked over to check the pulses of the men on the ground and let out a long breath. “If he’d hit any harder, I’d probably have been forced to arrest him.” He squinted with a smile, looking like a brown fox playing nice. “I’m usually very lenient regarding self-defense~ but his control was quite good… trained?” Just a moment ago, when the youth saw the men stirring as if to flee, he had delivered a few more blows with such force that even Shen Feibai, a bystander, worried for their lives. He addressed the young man, but the System did not speak. “My brother… he only learned some things for self-defense…” Mu Ran lowered his head, his tone dejected. “You said… ‘arrest’? Are you a police officer?” At this, Shen Feibai perked up. “Not exactly a full-time officer. My main profession is detective; I’m a special consultant~” He bowed gallantly and extended a hand, his eyes crinkling. “Shen Feibai. You can call me Mr. Detective~” After Mu Ran reached out to give his hand a light, brief squeeze, Shen Feibai straightened up and offered his hand to the System. “Very impressive moves,” he said with an ambiguous smile. “For mere self-defense, they are quite effective techniques.” Understanding the underlying implication, the System calmly shook his hand. “Naturally.” Staring into the young man’s emotionless, deep blue eyes, Shen Feibai shrugged, his smile appearing utterly harmless. “Don’t be so tense~ I’m not so bored that I’d pry into everyone’s business.” Seeing the conversation veer toward dangerous territory, Mu Ran quickly tugged at the detective’s sleeve with a look of feigned anxiety. “Excuse me… may we leave now?” His face was flushed with a sickly crimson from the prolonged exposure to the sun, and his lips were pale. He looked incredibly soft and defenseless. The System’s position provided him with a patch of shade, allowing him to struggle to open his eyes slightly and offer a faint smile. “I would very much like to chat more with you, Mr. Detective, but I really feel quite unwell…” “I am very sorry…” The youth’s tugging was light, no more forceful than a kitten’s paw. Shen Feibai, who had no intention of detaining them anyway, raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. He laughed helplessly. “Alright, alright. Hurry home and rest. Do I look like the kind of person who lacks compassion?” “Thank you very much.” The youth thanked him again with excessive politeness. *Hmm, that faint sense of rejection I felt from him when we first met must have been my imagination.* Shen Feibai watched their departing figures. Just as he was about to re-examine the men on the ground, a shadow fell over him from behind. *Ah, here we go.* “Shen Feibai.” “I’ve told you many times: no excessive force. I’m confiscating the gadget this time.” “Wrongfully accused! It wasn't me this time!” “And the victims? You let them leave again?” “Oh~ it was a special case. The kid looked like he was in poor health…” The newcomer rubbed his temples, looking exasperated. “You really are… completely undisciplined.” Shen Feibai didn't blush in the slightest, his eyes curving into a smile. “Well… otherwise, why would they have to ask the Great Young Master Mo to come and manage me~?” *** Back at the shop, Mu Ran immediately applied a compress to his eyes. However, several hours later, his vision remained blurry and dim, causing him to panic. The System held an ice pack, gently pressing it against Mu Ran’s bruised wrists, its lashes lowered. *【System: You need to rest. No more experiments for the next few days.】* *【Mu Ran: But the experiment progress…】* Mu Ran hesitated. *【System: It will also serve to fade the protagonist’s impression of us. He didn't pay much mind to us this time, but next time might be different.】* Mu Ran looked toward the System, but he could only see a beautiful, blurry smudge of blue where the other’s eyes should be. He yielded. *** The top floor of the city’s tallest skyscraper. “Hmm~ so you’re saying that a dozen men trained by the Organization were killed by a passerby?” A woman in a red dress lounged lazily, glancing indifferently at her nails. Her tone was soft and warm. “And now you’ve come to me to demand justice?” The man below choked on his words, his confidence wavering. “That… that’s how it is…” “But! Everything we said is true!! That person’s skills were terrifying!” He sounded as if he had discovered a world-shattering secret, his voice rising with excitement. “He must be someone trained by the police! Sent specifically to sabotage our deal!!” “Enough, shut up. Your screeching is giving me a headache.” The woman’s voice turned cold and impatient. Once the man below had fallen into a trembling silence, she spoke softly again. “Since you’ve said all that, show me the recording.” The man stammered, “Re-recording? What recording?” “Stop pretending.” The woman’s smile was gentle, but in the man’s eyes, she looked like a predatory beast. “Since you’ve had thoughts of betraying the Organization for a while now, surely you’ve prepared some capital to buy your way into a new alliance…” … By the time the micro-camera was extracted from his chest, the man had collapsed into a heap on the floor. “Now, let me see… this mysterious passerby.” As she watched, a look of adoration and predatory desire gradually filled the woman’s eyes. “Wow—” She stared at the screen, watching the young man’s consistently cold, inorganic eyes and his movements that were the epitome of violent aesthetics. She let out a soft breath of admiration. “What a beautiful wild wolf.” ***