When a Little Monster from Another World Sees the Player Forums

Little Shadow was an utterly ordinary Shadow Beast. Though weak, he could change into all sorts of shapes and hide in any dark corner, avoiding the humans who hunted Shadow Beasts. "Phew, I survived another day. Nice..." But one day, after swallowing a stone that radiated energy, a strange interface called "Forum" suddenly appeared before Little Shadow's eyes: [Why hasn't anyone cleared the Little Demon King dungeon yet? You're supposed to be the players chosen to save Earth. Why is progress in the other world so slow?] [Does the person above think the Little Demon King dungeon is full of the weakest Shadow Monsters?] [If only the anonymous player ranked number one would take a mission. /Rests chin on hand expectantly/] [I really want to see his livestream again, too. Last time, he accidentally revealed his reflection in the water. His body was amazing, and the way he spun a dagger with one hand was so damn cool!] "The mushrooms I ate for breakfast must have been poisonous." Little Shadow poked one corner out of the darkness and tried hard to wave away the glowing mist of the "Forum." He said with certainty to the man beside him: "The hallucination is terrifyingly realistic!" The human saint wore a pristine white robe and asked with gentle concern, "Don't eat random things. What would you like to eat tomorrow?" "Something 'so damn cool,' crunchy!" Little Shadow's edges danced like black flames. He put his hands on his hips, cocky as ever. "Think of it as the protection money you owe me. I'll keep looking after you!" "All right." From an angle Little Shadow couldn't see, the saint lowered his eyes indifferently, hiding his bloodstained dagger and black gloves... * The Forum kept updating: [The number one player entered a dungeon! He's fighting the Little Demon King BOSS alone. What class is he? /Horrified/] [How many demon stones dropped in the dungeon? Enough to trade for a high-level weapon?] "Uh... it looks like he traded them for fried chicken." Coming Soon: "Can Petting Fluffy Animals Make Me a Top Guide?" Blurb: Rong An was born into an S-class Sentinel family, but he still hadn't manifested. His roommate looked down on him. His family was disappointed in him. Even his childhood friend gradually grew distant... At last, he manifested, and his mental form turned out to be an entire forest. Rong An: ? Wasn't it supposed to take the form of an animal? How did I become a forest? On the first day, a little wildcat wandered into the forest. It was full of itself, but would secretly rub its short tail against his fingertips. On the second day, a leopard brought him the food it had hunted and licked his fur, getting drool all over him. On the third day, a short-snouted crocodile crawled up from beside the swamp and rolled onto its back, waiting for him to scratch its belly. Unable to resist their affectionate advances, Rong An showed off his skills and petted the fluffy animals until they melted into soft puddles in his arms. Later, he heard that his haughty roommate's mental form was a wildcat; the combat instructor's was a leopard; and the top student at the Sentinel Academy, his childhood friend, had a crocodile for a mental form... Rong An stared in shock. Then what about the Siberian tiger that wrapped its tail around me every night while I slept? A sense of oppression approached from behind. A pair of large hands wrapped around him and held him tight, like a beast marking its territory. "Be my Guide." Rong An: !? I only petted some fluffy animals. How did that make me a Guide? * The Tower, the administrative center for Sentinels and Guides. Everyone envied the Tower Master for being the only SSS-class Sentinel in the world. But no one knew that his mental form was so powerful it exceeded the limits of what a Guide could treat. Until his senses overloaded, he was constantly tormented by a violent, chaotic mental world. They put him in a suppressor collar, injected him with tranquilizing Guide pheromones, and locked him in the lowest level of the Tower. On the day Rong An came to the Tower to register, the sturdy isolation cell was torn open with ease. The entire Tower sounded the alarm. All the high-ranking Sentinels rushed over, bracing for battle. It was over. The Tower Master's mental form had gone berserk! Just as everyone prepared to suppress it at all costs, they saw the Siberian tiger mental form let a young man scratch its chin. It narrowed its eyes like a cat and let out a blissful purr. This, this was... A top Guide had appeared! Theme: Be true to yourself.