Song Chaoge was unforgivable and sentenced to the ultimate punishment.
His family was destroyed, and the only thing left when he died was a collar soaked in blood.
When he opened his eyes again, Song Chaoge was standing among a crowd, watching Seventeen, who had been forced to kneel in front of them.
People nearby whispered, "His tail was cut off, and he's blind too. Even if he is a wolf, who would choose him as a Guide?"
"This is the only beastfolk Guide," the clerk said, expressionless as he surveyed the crowd. "Anyone who still can't find a Guide after this matching will be eliminated."
The person who had just spoken heard this, cut in line, and hurried forward to kneel, his face full of obsequious flattery.
Before he could say a word, Seventeen bit through his neck.
Song Chaoge smiled. "A wolf becoming someone else's Guide? There's no way he'd do it willingly."
With that, he walked up and leaned close to Seventeen's ear. "Follow me. I'll teach you how to destroy this place."
Seventeen turned his head and grabbed Song Chaoge's clothes fiercely. "If you lie to me, you'll suffer worse than he did."
Song Chaoge pulled his clothes free, his gaze indifferent. "Sure. Call me something nice."
Seventeen: "Woof."
Song Chaoge still wouldn't let him off. "Again."
Seventeen: "...Master."
Song Chaoge: "Good dog."
In the end, Eleven sighed and bowed, resigned to his fate. "Eleven willingly accepts you as his master. I will shield you from all calamity, until death."
Later, Eleven personally blew up the entire base, including Song Chaoge, who was still inside.
[This is a master-servant story. Song Chaoge is the bottom, but also the master; Eleven is a little slave and the top. The author was starving for this kind of story, so I had to make it myself. If you can't handle a bottom master and a top servant, be sure to steer clear.]
Theme: Even in the apocalypse, keep running toward hope.
