Chapter Twenty: The Unspeakable Terrifying Consequence

Under the powerful stimulation of "Energy Booster 9527," Geng Haoshi completed the daunting task of dribbling back and forth around the basketball court two hundred times at a speed that astonished everyone. After finishing the entire set of training, the team members were pushed to the very edge of their physical limits—they could barely walk, their movements sluggish and heavy. To see Geng Haoshi finish the final challenge at such a bizarre pace left the others utterly shocked.

Although Yu Manman kept a calm expression, inwardly she mused, "This fat guy... he's got something."

Despite completing all tasks for the day, Geng Haoshi remained energetic and radiant, an inexplicable excitement bubbling within him.

"...Master, are you feeling exhilarated, thrilled, maybe longing to gallop across the plains?"

"9527, this feeling is incredible!" Geng Haoshi wore a look of pure contentment.

"...Master, I suggest you hurry back to your dormitory, lest..."

"Lest what?"

"...Lest you drop dead, master... Of course, things could be even worse..."

"Drop?! Dead?! And there's something even worse?!" Geng Haoshi, moments ago full of vigor, suddenly turned pallid.

"...Master, the 'Energy Booster' I activated earlier is an extreme measure that draws on your energy reserves ahead of time—usually used to strengthen the body in dangerous situations for escape... Master, hurry back to your dorm and lie down, maybe you'll survive..."

"Maybe?! You damn alien pervert system, why didn’t you tell me something so important earlier!"

"...Master, I meant to say... But let's not focus on these details now, hurry back, your life is at stake."

Geng Haoshi broke out in cold sweat, rushing toward the devil goddess coach Yu Manman. "Coach, I've finished today's training. Suddenly my stomach hurts—can I go back now?"

Yu Manman looked at his ashen face, convinced he wasn't lying. "Alright, go ahead... But remember, if you have no classes during the day, you must report here!"

"Definitely! Absolutely!" Geng Haoshi nodded, spun around, and dashed out of the gym.

Geng Haoshi finally reached the dormitory door, only to find it locked!

"Where the hell did those bastards go so late?!"

But that didn't matter now—his life was more important. He kicked the door open with a heavy boot.

With a leap, he landed flat on his bed.

"9527, am I safe now?" Geng Haoshi's face was deathly pale.

"...Master, just don't move. By tomorrow morning, you should be fine..."

"Heh, 'should be,' you unlucky system. I can't even remember how many times you've screwed me over..." Before he could finish, he realized he could no longer speak.

"Master, are you trying to say something?"

"..."

"It seems the side effects of 'Energy Booster' have begun... Hang in there, master."

As soon as 9527 finished speaking, Geng Haoshi felt a wave of itching, as if hundreds of thousands of ants were crawling over him. Then came a stabbing pain, like those ants were biting him. Finally, an agony that pierced his core, as though the ants burrowed beneath his skin and into his body.

He screamed in his mind, a howl of such despair it could have shaken the entire school had he been able to voice it.

The ordeal lasted about an hour. Geng Haoshi lay motionless, his thoughts a stampede of raging alpacas. Damn it, is it finally over? This wretched 9527—since meeting it, nothing good has ever happened!

Just as he was brooding, a loud "pfft" sounded, and he let out a thunderous fart.

"...Master, looks like you're entering the next stage of 'Energy Booster' side effects."

Next stage? Geng Haoshi wondered.

Another "pfft," louder and fouler than before, escaped him.

"Er... Master, to help you get through this difficult time, I've decided to tell you a few humorous anecdotes I recently collected."

"...You damn system, since when have you had a sense of humor?" Geng Haoshi rolled his eyes.

"The first one: Life is like taking a dump; after all that effort, sometimes all you get are a few farts."

Ha, is this mocking me for the two foul farts I just produced? Geng Haoshi thought, and involuntarily let out another.

"The second: The dung beetle family was eating dinner. The youngest suddenly said, 'I need to poop, I need to poop.' The parent was furious: 'Don’t mention such filthy things while eating!'"

Is this supposed to be a cold joke? Geng Haoshi rolled his eyes again.

"The third: After takeoff, the pilot addressed the passengers. When finished, he forgot to turn off the mic and said to the co-pilot, 'I'm going to take a dump first, then I'll go deal with that new flight attendant.' The flight attendant heard him, hurried down the aisle to warn him about the mic, but tripped and fell. An old lady nearby told her, 'No need to hurry, dear, he said he'd take a dump first.'"

Good lord, now it's a dirty joke. Geng Haoshi rolled his eyes again, convinced: 9527 truly was an utterly perverse alien super system.

"The fourth: Someone couldn't poop and had been squatting in the bathroom for half an hour, frustrated. Suddenly, someone rushed into the next stall, closed the door, and an explosive bowel movement followed. The first person said, 'Brother next door, I envy how quickly you did it.' The neighbor shouted, 'Envy my ass! I didn’t even have time to pull down my pants!'"

Why are all these about poop?! Geng Haoshi seriously suspected 9527 had an obsession.

Just as he was mentally expressing his contempt for 9527, a "poof" sounded, and a pile of excrement appeared in his pants! Immediately, a hot stream gushed from his crotch, filling the dorm with a pungent stench.

"Er... Congratulations, master. You have survived the side effects of 'Energy Booster.'"

Damn it, as if the pain wasn’t enough—now I’m incontinent! If word gets out, how am I supposed to face anyone?!

At that moment, the dormitory door swung open...