Ever since that day when he witnessed Wang Meili’s “Pink Justice,” Lin Xiaoqiang’s life hadn’t undergone any earth-shattering changes. He was still racking his brain over next month’s rent, still getting mercilessly mocked by the inner voice of the orange cat next door. The only difference was that he had started to pay a lot more attention to the animals around him.
In the past, he’d occasionally hear some cat cooing, “Meow meow~ want canned food~” or a dog barking excitedly, “Woof woof! Let’s go out and play!” But ever since Mrs. Cui had complained that the neighborhood’s stray dogs were becoming more and more arrogant, Lin Xiaoqiang had started hearing some... rather unusual voices.
“Today’s servant is so hard to please. He wouldn’t even spare a single expired hot dog.” A scrawny mixed-breed dog grumbled beside a trash can.
“Hmph! Once I rule this neighborhood, they’ll be kneeling to present me with top-grade steak every day!” A burly Labrador paced proudly in front of a group of small dogs.
At first, Lin Xiaoqiang thought he was just hallucinating from stress. But as time went on, he became more and more convinced that these stray dogs… were really plotting something! And their goal was none other than the absurd, outlandish idea of “ruling over humanity”!
What unsettled him most was that he often heard that Labrador—referred to by the others as the “Dog King”—giving what sounded like highly organized commands.
“Xiaohei, you’re in charge of surveilling that two-legged creature in a suit. See if he’s hiding any canned goods.”
“Huahua, go seduce the female human with the pink umbrella. Get the intel on what snacks she has at home.”
“As for the rest of you, keep rehearsing the ‘collective pitiful act’ tactic in the park. Make sure those soft-hearted servants obediently hand over the food.”
Cold sweat streamed down Lin Xiaoqiang’s back. These dogs… were they serious? Could this really be some kind of “stray dog conspiracy to dominate mankind”? That’s just too ridiculous!
Just as he was questioning the feasibility of this so-called “conspiracy,” another shriek came from next door—Mrs. Cui again.
“Oh my God! My clothesline snapped! Who did this?! It must’ve been those damned strays!”
Lin Xiaoqiang rushed to his balcony and saw Mrs. Cui angrily pointing at a broken clothesline on the ground. Several brightly colored undergarments lay scattered across the pavement, glaringly conspicuous. Not far off, the Labrador was proudly wagging its tail, humming in its mind: “Heh, destroying the humans’ ‘restraints’ is the first step toward freedom!”
The corner of Lin Xiaoqiang’s mouth twitched. He was now almost certain—something was seriously wrong with the stray dogs in this neighborhood! They weren’t just organized and purposeful; they were even using… unconventional methods to achieve their goals.
What gave him an even bigger headache was the realization that these dogs’ “revolutionary” objective didn’t seem to be about violent domination in the traditional sense—but rather… making humans lazier!
He once overheard the Dog King smugly explaining its “grand blueprint” to the others:15Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡxtX2s905TY
“Once these servants get used to us pooping wherever we please, and even willingly picking it up, it’ll prove that their dignity has been completely destroyed! By then, all we’ll have to do is lie on the soft cushions they so thoughtfully prepare and enjoy their meticulous care every day!”
Lin Xiaoqiang didn’t know whether to laugh or cry after hearing this “conspiracy.” What kind of domination plan was this supposed to be? It was practically a slacker-style conspiracy!
Yet, despite how absurd the plan sounded, Lin Xiaoqiang couldn’t help but feel a twinge of unease. After all, he was a lazy slacker himself—if those dogs actually succeeded, wouldn’t his life just become even more… justifiably lazy?
While he was pondering how to stop this ridiculous “Canine Revolution,” his phone rang.
“Hello? Is this Lin Xiaoqiang? This is Auntie Li from the Community Management Committee. Lately, a lot of weird things have been happening in the neighborhood—like the garden flowers getting dyed purple with some unknown liquid, garbage bins getting knocked over for no reason, and many residents complaining that their pets are getting more and more defiant… We suspect something supernatural might be going on! As the president of our community’s one and only ‘Supernatural Research Club,’ shouldn’t you be taking an interest?”
Lin Xiaoqiang held his phone and glanced out the window at the group of stray dogs practicing their “group howling” act in the park. He let out a long, deep sigh.
It seemed… his “useless superpower” was finally about to come in handy—just not in the way he had ever expected.
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