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Chapter 1: Time Travel, I'm Chris
1,280 Words
The first thing that entered my vision was an unfamiliar ceiling.
Then, a cacophony of sound washed over me. It took a while to adjust before I could finally make out what the people next to me were saying.
"Oh my god, Peter! Chris is awake, our baby is awake!" a sharp female voice cried out.
At this, another, flippant male voice said in annoyance, "I see him, Lois! It's a shame I bought the insurance for Chris too late, they won't pay out!"
"What! When did you buy insurance for Chris?"
Chris, lying in the bed, followed the voices, shifting his perspective. He finally saw the two people arguing in front of him.
A fat white man, so fat you could probably squeeze 200 pounds of lard from him, and a sexy white woman with orange hair were arguing loudly about something.
A classic American character combination.
Seeing these two, a few scattered thoughts flashed through Chris's mind, and at the same time, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with them.
Before Chris could think further, he saw the orange-haired woman land a punch squarely on the fat white man's face, leaving an immediate bright red mark.
Watching the shattered glass cup smash against the fat white man's chest, and seeing his pathetic appearance, Chris felt an inexplicable excitement.
It was as if he had wanted to do this for a long time.
Furthermore, he could clearly distinguish that this exciting feeling was composed of two consciousnesses: one from the original consciousness of this body, and the other from the reincarnator himself.
This surprised Chris; he didn't understand why seeing this fat white man get hit made him so happy.
"F**k! You bastard! You actually wanted to use Chris's injury to commit insurance fraud!"
The fat white man was knocked to the ground by the orange-haired woman, but this woman, who possessed explosive combat power, didn't stop, or rather, she hadn't stopped.
She raised her sharp high heels and kicked fiercely at the fat man. The seemingly tall and strong man was suddenly powerless to fight back, only able to curl up and howl in pain.
"Lois, stop it, stop it! I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have lured Chris to the roof. I just wanted to earn some extra money. Who knew the insurance company wouldn't pay out for three months? I was too impatient!"
Hearing the fat man's explanation, Lois became even more furious, kicking him even more viciously.
Chris, lying in the bed, was completely stunned by these words.
That fat man was truly a monster!
Would someone really risk their own son's life just to commit insurance fraud?
Chris felt that even "beast" wasn't enough to describe this fat man. He even suspected that the world he had transmigrated into was being watched by some ancient god, otherwise how could such a father exist?
Just as Chris was trying hard to recall which world he had entered, the door to the hospital room was pushed open, and two people and a dog walked in.
A chubby girl wearing a pink knit hat, her face covered in freckles and acne scars.
And an infant, whose head was shaped like a dumpling, next to a white Labrador that was even bigger than him, and this dog could actually walk upright.
What a peculiar world!
The girl, carrying two bags of food, deliberately ignored the ongoing argument, walked in to set the food down, and said loudly, covering the fat man's wails, "Mom, the store didn't have the beer Dad likes, so I bought another brand."
The child and the dog were the first to see Peter's bruised face, but Chris was sure he only saw expressions of schadenfreude on their faces, without a trace of sadness, nor did they try to dissuade him.
Chris even thought he was hallucinating, because he heard the dog talking to the infant.
"Oh, right! Stewie, remember our bet? I told you, if Lois found out the truth, she would definitely teach Peter a good lesson."
The infant with the dumpling-shaped head shook his head and replied, "Yeah, yeah, you bet that Lois would beat Peter black and blue, but now? The fatty only has some minor injuries. So, our bet isn't over yet!"
This sentence left the dog speechless. It opened and closed its mouth several times, then stubbornly continued, "Then let's keep watching! I guarantee Peter won't have a single good piece of flesh left on him, even his teeth will be knocked out!"
"Heh!" The infant didn't retort, just sneered.
Then, the baby noticed Chris staring at him, and he raised his eyebrows, clearly surprised by Chris's current expression.
That blank expression on his face wasn't like his brother's expression at all! He looked more like a stranger.
Peter, while being beaten, saw the group return, especially his daughter, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Meg, save me! Your mom is trying to kill me, save me!"
A plea for help broke Meg's silence. She sighed in frustration, finally roused by Peter's cries, feeling the deep bond between father and daughter.
"Mom, please stop! If you keep hitting him like this, you'll really kill my dad, and then Chris's and my studies will be ruined."
At Meg's persuasion, Lois realized that her family still needed Peter's salary to survive, but when she thought about how Chris had nearly lost his life, Lois was very reluctant.
But seeing that Chris, who was lying in bed in a daze, was in no danger, she kicked Peter in anger, then let him go and turned to hug Chris.
"My little fatty, it's so good that you're okay."
Feeling the sincere emotion from the woman holding him, Chris felt his soul being touched, and then he blurted out the words this body often said.
"Mother!"
As Chris spoke, the gap in his soul that had previously needed time to adapt instantly healed, and the transmigrator's consciousness merged perfectly with this body.
Meanwhile, during the tender moment between mother and son, Peter, who had been let go by Lois, rubbed his face, grimaced, and then gave his daughter a thumbs-up.
To express their gratitude.
However, Meg was indifferent to this, gave Peter a look of disgust, and then walked over to Lois.
Seeing that the bet with the dog was over, the baby proudly held out his small hand and said with a smile, "Twenty dollars, no installments."
The white dog opened its mouth wide, pointing its paw at Meg, then at Lois and Peter, its expression conveying many things it wanted to say.
Unfortunately, facts speak louder than words, and he had ultimately lost the bet.
Faced with the infant's sly smile, he had no choice but to reluctantly pull out twenty dollars and hand it over.
"Great!" The baby flicked the twenty dollars, looked at his eccentric brother, and exclaimed, "It looks like my future life won't be lacking in fun!"
Chris rested his head on Lois's shoulder, clearly seeing and hearing the interaction between the human and the dog. Through this series of animalistic behaviors, he also understood which world he had entered.
An American animated film centered on parody, also known as "Parody House: Anime World."
Because the people in it did many beastly things, many netizens jokingly called it "Beast House."
He was one of the protagonists of this animated film, the son of the male lead of "Family Guy," Peter.
Chris Griffin was a chubby boy, kind-hearted and simple, a bit slow, and could be described as the embodiment of an incubus.