# 513
**Chapter 513: The Unexpected New Orderly**
“Good morning, Director.”
“Morning, A Zhu.”
“Morning, Qiye.”
“Li Yifei, anything unusual at the asylum lately?”
“Nope, all quiet.”
“Mm.”
“G-good morning, Director…”
“Morning, Hongyan.”
“Morning, SpongeBob.”
“Good mor—huh??”
White coat flapping, Lin Qiye strolling lazily down the corridor suddenly spun around.
In the yard a Pekingese lay panting, tongue lolling, looking up at him.
Lin Qiye eyed it suspiciously, scooped it up.
“What did you just say?”
“Morning, SpongeBob,” the dog grinned. “Any tasty crab-roe buns tonight?”
Lin Qiye: …
He grabbed its hind legs, flipped it upside-down like a spin-dryer and shook.
“【Bell Cranel】, get out here.”
“Sp-Sponge… urp!”
The dog’s mouth opened; a tiny gold bug plopped out, limp and slick with gastric juice, apparently dead.
Lin Qiye raised a brow, set the dog aside, murmured:
“Spring tide brings rain at dusk in haste.”
A handful of clear water condensed from thin air and splashed over the bug. Stirred by the water, it twitched.
Bell Cranel wobbled upright; seeing Lin Qiye, it trembled violently.
“Forgot you can’t speak…” He beckoned the dog, which trotted over eagerly.
At the sight of it the golden bug shrank back in obvious terror.
Lin Qiye’s eyes narrowed. “You’re afraid of it?”
A tiny nod.
He pondered, then told the dog, “Don’t resist—let it pilot you. And don’t swallow it, got it?”
The dog nodded. “Okay, I won’t swallow Plankton.”
Lin Qiye: …
Tentatively the bug flew onto the dog’s tongue, seized control with psychic filth; purple glimmered in the dog’s eyes.
“Explain,” Lin Qiye said.
The dog’s face drooped. “Yesterday afternoon this mutt’s power spiked, its mind sharpened, it broke my hold and backlashed me…”
“So it swallowed you?” Lin Qiye frowned. “With your strength you should’ve flown out.”
“No—its power’s too weird. I flew till my psyche ran dry and still couldn’t escape its gut.”
“Show me this power.”
The dog sprang upright like a man, flashed a wicked grin, and flicked a fore-paw; a black tailcoat draped over it.
Lin Qiye: …???
Why does this skill look so damn familiar?!!
Another flick—surroundings morphed. Clean corridor became elegant Western restaurant: candle-flame dancing, violin drifting. Lin Qiye sat bewildered; opposite, the dog in a white napkin, knife and fork in paws, smirking.
Clink—on both plates appeared indescribably foul, stinking blobs.
Lin Qiye’s mighty frame shuddered.
“Stop! STOP!!”
He raised a hand, rewrote the asylum’s rules, shattered the illusion.
Face ashen, he stared down at the dog, expression complicated.
“Real Nightmare… Yiyu’s 【Dream Ghoul】—how does this mutt have it?” he muttered.
Suddenly he remembered: two years ago Merlin had forged this dog from a soul-fragment Yiyu sneaked in. In a sense the dog *was* part of Yiyu.
Yesterday Shen Qingzhu’s Soul-Severing Blade annihilated Yiyu’s soul; the dog’s own soul perished with it. But Yiyu had housed two alien souls. With Yiyu gone they seized the body—and the Dream Ghoul God’s Ruins.
Then Shen Qingzhu burned the corpse; the alien souls rode the link between original and clone into this Pekingese…
So the dog wasn’t a dog anymore—it was a Klein-realm beast inheriting Yiyu’s God’s Ruins.
No wonder Bell Cranel couldn’t escape.
Comprehension dawned; Lin Qiye looked at the mutt with mixed feelings.
The asylum’s first Klein-rank orderly—appearing like *this*?
Wait, it wasn’t even his orderly yet.
His eyes lit up. Not orderly? Sign it on the spot!
Only problem: it had never been in a cell—would the asylum’s servitude contract work?
He beckoned; an ancient parchment appeared—employer: Lin Qiye; orderly name: 【Unknown Entity】.
Even the Asylum of the Gods couldn’t identify this creature—an amalgam of oddities, the strangest species here.
He pushed the contract forward. The dog tilted its head, licked Lin Qiye’s toes instead.
Recalling the earlier scene, Lin Qiye quietly withdrew his foot, lifted a fore-paw, and pressed it onto the contract… then winked at the bewildered dog.
See? You pressed it yourself—totally voluntary.
The parchment burned; mysterious law shackled the dog’s soul. A fitted cyan orderly uniform appeared, a badge glittering on its chest:
——006.