Opening his eyes, it was another unfamiliar ceiling.
Only this time, the Transmigrator was very calm; he didn't even observe his surroundings immediately.
After all, this was already the second time, so he could be said to have some experience, and thus wasn't very flustered.
However, when he saw the familiar little devil beside him, the Transmigrator admitted that his heart still skipped a beat for a moment.
"You're awake? Relax, relax. I admit my calculations had a slight issue, but it looks like everything is fine now! So I, Stewie Griffin... am still the perfect scientist!"
Hearing the little squirt talking to himself, the Transmigrator breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed he hadn't transmigrated again.
Nor had he transmigrated into another Family Guy World.
This was good!
After all, he didn't want to be messed with by other worlds' Dumpling again, and given family guy's low bar, it would be hard to guarantee he'd encounter such a normal version again.
"OK! It seems you agree with my point of view. So from now on, Chris's body is yours! We're even!"
"What? You mean you won't bother me anymore?"
Chris asked in surprise, only wanting to confirm if what Dumpling said was true.
In reality, since he transmigrated, no one else had discovered his identity as a Transmigrator, and even if they did, they couldn't do anything to him.
But only Dumpling, this demonic infant, not only perceived his identity but also had the ability to do all sorts of things to him.
Not to mention stripping his soul from Chris's body, just when Dumpling didn't allow him to use the identity of Chris, he felt as if he had truly lost the identity of Chris.
Not only could he not use the name Chris, but even Chris's memories were obscure and difficult to understand.
However, after Dumpling gave his permission, he found that he could use Chris's name again, and even the previously obscure memories became clear.
This made Chris cautiously stare at Dumpling, wanting to get an answer from him.
Through Chris's expression, Dumpling saw his concerns, but he didn't elaborate, just smiled mysteriously and said, "Oh! You know, as half a comedic character, I can always come up with some exaggerated, magical technology! Like the Identity Negator!"
"Uh..." Chris opened his mouth, wanting to reconfirm if Dumpling was really not going to bother him anymore.
But then he remembered Dumpling's arrogance, and that what he said could still be trusted, so he closed his mouth again.
And with Dumpling's intelligence, he understood what Chris's actions meant just from his body language.
This made him raise an eyebrow, very pleased that this Transmigrator wasn't too bad, at least better than his original idiotic older brother.
If it were the original Chris, he would definitely have to repeat it in more direct words, but this Transmigrator didn't need that.
"Honestly, I'm starting to like you!"
Seeing Dumpling suddenly say this, Chris felt a chill, as he remembered Dumpling was bisexual.
Fortunately, before the misunderstanding occurred, Dumpling spoke again: "Since you're so sensible, I'll tell you in advance!"
"What?"
Seeing Dumpling so serious, Chris suddenly realized he had misunderstood.
Indeed, Dumpling wasn't Chris; this Son of the Devil was still relatively concerned with ethics.
Though not by much!
"Hehe, just as I told you before, Transmigrators possess extraordinary spatio-temporal characteristics, and during the experiment just now, your characteristics were activated by me ahead of time!"
Looking at the smirking Dumpling, Chris nervously swallowed and said, "So... so what will happen?"
Dumpling, who was about to explain in detail, saw Chris's expression and was reminded of his older brother's foolish look, immediately losing interest.
He waved his short infant arms and said impatiently, "You'll know when the time comes! Now, get out of my room!"
"Uh..."
Chris, having been rebuffed, had nowhere to vent his frustration, as the one inside was the famous Son of the Devil.
So he could only leave uneasily, then carefully ponder everything Dumpling had just said, scrutinizing his every move to deduce what he hadn't finished saying.
Unfortunately, this was clearly futile.
The information Dumpling revealed was still too little, and his intelligence hadn't reached the level of a genius, so after a few days, Chris gradually let the matter go.
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It was another morning, and today was Chris's day to return to school.
After this period of recuperation, he already felt his body had fully recovered; in fact, because he participated in Dumpling's experiment, Chris felt his body was even more robust than before his injury.
Because of this, Chris was still somewhat bothered by what Dumpling hadn't finished saying.
However, because he hadn't made any discoveries and had been busy reviewing his lessons these past two days, Chris hadn't had time to ponder the aftermath of the experiment.
Fortunately, Chris attended a public school, and he had just entered high school, currently in his first year.
And as for America!
As everyone knows, capitalist countries advocate so-called 'happy education,' so Chris's academic pressure wasn't particularly heavy.
Coupled with the keen senses that all Transmigrators possess, Chris completed all his coursework review in just two days.
This also gave him time to prepare for unknown events.
Following his memories, Chris arrived in the classroom. After dealing with a few friends who were concerned about him, Chris began to plan how he could protect himself in the face of unknown events.
However, he had barely been quietly thinking for a moment when an unfamiliar classmate approached.
"Hey, boy! I heard you fell from upstairs; it seems you're perfectly fine!"
Chris looked at the blonde girl in front of him, racking his brain for a moment, and realized this person was from the cheerleading squad. It was a pity that the previous Chris was only interested in mature women; little girls like this weren't even as good as his virtual girlfriends!
So, searching his entire mind, Chris couldn't remember the girl's name.
While Chris was in a daze, the blonde girl reached out and touched Chris's arm, exclaiming, "Chris, were you really injured? How come your arm feels so much thicker? Did you join a gym?"
"A gym?" Chris tilted his head and looked at his arm. He did have that idea, but Louise was worried his injury hadn't healed and wouldn't let him do strenuous exercise.
However, he remembered the school seemed to have a gym, and to deal with unknown dangers, a strong physique was clearly very necessary.
Having made up his mind, Chris was no longer confused, and said with determined eyes, "Just rehabilitation training, but I do have the idea of working out. Can you help me ask the teacher for leave?"
"What?" The blonde girl looked at Chris in confusion, suspecting she had misheard.
Since when did skipping class require asking for leave? Had Chris hit his head, or was she not fully awake? Damn it, she shouldn't have listened to Susie; she really shouldn't have smoked those leaves!
Chris, at this point, also clearly understood that their public school was even more chaotic than a vocational school; there was no such thing as classroom discipline.
So what he had just said completely didn't fit what a student at an American public high school should say. Fortunately, he still had a chance to salvage it.
"No, nothing. I'm going to the gym to play now, do you want to come along?"
Looking at Chris getting up and walking out, the blonde girl was stunned for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No, I feel a bit unclear-headed, I'm going to sleep some more!"
"OK! See you after class!"
"Bye, see you after class!"
The girl lowered her head and lay on the desk, waving a hand without even lifting her head.