Good news: I'm living with the biggest pop star in the country. Bad news: I'm his dog. Worse news: I'm a Beagle. The reigning pop princess tried to pet my floppy ears. So I lifted my leg and peed orange juice all over her designer dress. The Male Lead, Julian, was having a depressive episode late at night. So I shredded his pants into confetti. Netizens commented: "Who said Julian had a bad temper? He's practically a saint." "I declare Julian the most patient man on Earth." The System told me to "capture his heart." Capture? Not happening. I am the Beagle King, and I'm here to wreck the world. 1 I was doom-scrolling late at night, thirsting over hot guys. My fingers flew across the keyboard in the comments section: "Daddy, let me be your dog!" When I opened my eyes, my wish had come true. I had transmigrated into a book. As the top pop star's dog. Biologically speaking. "Host, soul transfer complete... wait." The System suddenly popped up, its electronic voice tinged with confusion: "Why is the camera angle so low? Why are you crawling on the floor?" Me: "..." Open your eyes and look. "Oh my god! Host, why are you a dog?!" The System let out a scream like a dying pig: "Boohoo! Sorry Host, there was a glitch in the vessel matching process." "It's over! You're a loud, floppy-eared donkey-dog! How are you supposed to romance the Male Lead now? He's doomed! This world is going to collapse!" It kept rambling until my brain hurt. I took a deep breath and let out a long, resounding "AROOOOOOO!" That shut the noisy System up. It told me the Male Lead of this world is named Julian, a top-tier idol. But he was set up by the industry bigwigs. Because he refused to sleep his way to the top, the internet is now flooded with fake scandals about him. He's on the verge of turning into a villain, which threatens the stability of this world. "Host, if you save him and raise his affection level to 100%, you can return to your original world and receive a reward of 15 million dollars!" The System rubbed its virtual hands together greedily: "Please work hard to capture the Male Lead's heart so you can become human again soon!" I ignored it. I was busy admiring myself in the mirror. Pink paw pads pressing against the glass. A wet black nose, big brown ears, and puppy-dog eyes. I was still a puppy in my prime. My tail wagged involuntarily. Being human is exhausting! Work, stress, bills. As the Beagle King, I am chaos incarnate. I'm going to wreck this world! 2 It was early morning when I arrived. The living room was pitch black. Just as I was about to dig into the sofa to check for snacks, the System screamed: "Host! Spare the sofa! The Male Lead is sitting right there!" I looked up. A tall figure sat alone in the darkness. Wine bottles littered the coffee table. His long, bony fingers gripped a glass, mechanically bringing it to his lips. I trotted over immediately. The System was hopeful: "Yes, Host! Use your cuteness to heal him!" I kicked off with my back legs, jumped onto the coffee table, and swiped with my snout. Crash. All the wine glasses fell like bowling pins. The Beagle is hungry! The human only cares about drinking! Beagle good, human bad. Julian snapped out of his trance. He reached out and patted my head: "Sorry, Goody. I'll get you some food." So my name is Goody. (Note: 'Guai Guai' implies obedient/good/well-behaved) Nice. I am a good boy. He fumbled to turn on the lights. He stumbled over to pour me some kibble. He had dark circles under his eyes, messy hair, but was still undeniably handsome. Faint red scars were visible on his arms. Julian brought over a special doggy dining set and squatted down in front of me. He took out a little carrot hair tie and gently tied my long ears back so they wouldn't get messy. Julian looked like he hadn't eaten in days, he was so thin. But my food was gourmet. Kibble mixed with fresh chicken breast and topped with delicious freeze-dried treats. I chowed down happily. Julian silently cleaned up the broken glass. When the living room was clean, he looked exhausted. He didn't drink anymore. He kissed my head and stumbled into the bedroom. 3 Morning sunlight poured over me like melted honey, turning my fur gold. After a good night's sleep, I had fully embraced my Beagle identity. I shook my body and let out the first song of the morning: "Arooooooo~" Then I did laps around the apartment. Tap tap tap tap went my paws on the floor. Julian wasn't awake yet. I jumped on the dining table, searched, found nothing. Beagle hungry. I trotted to Julian's bedroom. The door was open, so I slipped inside. The System sounded the alarm like a rubber chicken being squeezed: "Host! Save the Male Lead!" Julian was preparing to cosplay a hanging ornament. Seriously, this guy. I launched myself into the air—"AROOO!"—and bit precisely onto the cuff of his loose pajama pants. Riiip. The fabric tore. He swayed, trying to shake me off in a panic but afraid of hurting me. He had to let go of the rope and jump off the chair. His pants were weak. In seconds, I shredded them into strips of cloth. He didn't get mad. He slumped into the chair, staring at me blankly. I shook my head, spitting out the fabric. I walked up and gently nudged his leg with my furry head. Wagging my tail, I let out a soft, whiny "aroo". The System freaked out: "Host, are you still in there?! Did the dog take over? Why are you so gentle!" I magnanimously offered my pink paw: "He is my loyal servant, after all. I'm a smart Beagle; sometimes servants need rewards." Julian stared at my wet puppy eyes in surprise. Ripples appeared in his dead eyes. His eyes reddened, and huge tears rolled down. He picked me up and buried his face in my soft belly. Hot tears soaked my clean fur: "I'm sorry... I made you worry." I wagged my tail and patted his shoulder. I didn't struggle. 4 After a while, Julian calmed down. I kicked him in the face and landed smoothly on the floor. Julian smiled: "Goody, Daddy's sorry. I can't take you out to play right now." I held my head high. It's fine, we can play inside. I zoomed out of the bedroom, leaped onto the sofa, and happily started chewing a throw pillow. Papers were scattered all over the sofa. "Abuser," "Die," "Quit the industry"... and even nastier words were written on them. Hate mail. Whatever. Paper is for shredding. I, the Beagle King, will serve as the shredder. After dealing with the sofa, I eyed the funeral wreaths by the door with Julian's name on them. Idiot, why bring this bad luck inside? Leave it to the Beagle. I pounced, biting and clawing. The bamboo frames were tough, but nothing I couldn't handle. I diligently dismantled the wreaths, muttering "aroo aroo" curses at the haters. When Julian came into the living room, it was a disaster zone. Satisfying. I barked majestically at him. Seeing this, Julian's eyes reddened again. He cried out my name and tried to hug me. I disgusted-ly blocked his mouth with my paw. Julian: "Goody, you need a bath. Your paws stink."
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