I Don't Agree to the Terms-Chapter 1130 - 594: The Protagonist’s Ancestor Is a Transmigrator!

"This development is quite good," Gu Shanhai remarked as he observed the immense Flesh Egg partially obscured by snow and wind, pulsating occasionally.

Unlike a typical Flesh Egg, the surface had an exaggerated human face resting with eyes closed.

He was generally well-disposed towards Lan Meng.

As he himself had mentioned, Lan Meng was a newly created persona formed purely from benevolence within countless consciousnesses, making him a bit gullible.

"It probably won't die, and if it survives, I could consider admitting you to school."

Gu Shanhai didn't have many thoughts about the protagonist, preferring to save them for later.

The chance of Lan Meng's survival was real since the entire structure of the Flesh Egg was more akin to a cocoon.

Green Sorrow, being part of the internal structure, definitely wouldn't survive and would serve only as nutrients for the emergence of the new protagonist. In contrast, Lan Meng was part of the outer structure, primarily providing protection.

Gu Shanhai didn't mind giving a helping hand to a creature of the kind-hearted alignment as long as there were no conflicts of interest, knowing good people would assist you back.

"Let's take it back first; leaving it here isn't an option."

"Initially planned for a month; in the end, it only took fifteen days to return."

After visiting the Hunter King, Gu Shanhai detoured to observe the Dual-star Celestial Body and did gather some insights.

For instance, everything on Hunting Star sprang from a smoldering flame, whereas Frost Star was entirely engulfed in white, unlike Hunting Star, which had a core—the entire celestial body served as the core.

Since nothing useful was gleaned, he returned; staying any longer would've been a waste.

He checked on the status of the Flesh Egg upon returning.

His absence was short, so nothing had been affected. In fact, everything progressed normally.

Even if there was an impact, there was no worry as he had pre-set the script and feared no deviations.

He effortlessly wrapped the entire Flesh Egg in his long sleeve and returned to Hogwarts College.

The entire institution remained unaffected, with Little Witches studying as they should and Little White playing all day, then obediently rolling in the cauldron to boost proficiency. Simply thinking about that was heart-wrenching for it.

It would scream each time, though recently it seemed to be getting used to it. Gu Shanhai mused about taking this chance to boost its proficiency even more, knowing it wouldn't notice.

Even if it did, as long as Gu Shanhai confidently denied it and threw in some confusion tactics, Little White would soon believe him.

All this practice had improved Little White, as it could now endure getting beaten for a few minutes more during vegetable fights.

And then, there was nothing more to it; what else could be done?

No matter how much of a genius Little White was, nor how abundant resources were provided, it couldn't catch up with those Spirit Plants.

After all, the power of Spirit Plants relied on Gu Shanhai, so the stronger he was, the stronger these Spirit Plants and Spiritual Beasts would become.

Fortunately, Little White didn't fall behind but just didn't have the ambition, preferring slow improvement. Otherwise, Gu Shanhai could inject it with a gene serum to guarantee its power would skyrocket.

Though the process wouldn't be pleasant, it was somewhat resistant.

Gu Shanhai let it be.

Seeing Gu Shanhai return, Little White eagerly trotted over.

"Don't look at me like that; I didn't bring any food."

"And don't even mention Ghost Hunter barbecue; the world ecosystem depends on them."

Upon learning of the Ghost Hunters' responsibilities, Gu Shanhai decided against opposing them, as destabilizing the entire world would cut off his own path.

Despite research and data collection round the clock, his experiments had made little progress.

While he did go out, he also conducted experiments internally, since anything he desired could be concocted within his own world.

Realizing no Ghost Hunter barbecue was available, Little White sighed, expecting a feast.

"What are you sighing for? Without my gene modifications, you'd be a greasy middle-aged deer with your eating habits," Gu Shanhai remarked, exasperated by its increasing oddities.

This was the first time he had seen such a lack of ambition.

The eccentricity couldn't be blamed on Little White though; it was his doing. Initially raised as a pet, it grew and became gluttonous, though thankfully stayed out of trouble, so he wasn't overly harsh.

After all, it was his companion from the start, and low power wasn't an issue, as maintaining it wasn't a bother.

Little White displayed a slightly greasy smile: "Yo~"

It meant that it wouldn't be greasy; a few more bites could mean no oil would be needed for cooking at night.

"Turns out, oiliness has nothing to do with looks, but with your mindset," Gu Shanhai retorted, veins bulging on his forehead as he raised his fist and smacked Little White on the head.

Its deer head was smashed into the ground.

Then, because its antlers were so intricate, they got stuck in the soil, and it couldn't pull them out for a moment.

"Yo!" Little White grumbled, accusing Gu Shanhai of cheating; surely, with its strength, it should have managed to pull free.

"Keep talking greasy, and tonight when cooking, I'll have Azure Dragon toss you in the pot for some oil," Gu Shanhai said, yanking it out.

Little White, dirt-covered, instinctively thought of shaking it off, but seeing Gu Shanhai in front of it, held back.