I'm a Husky, So How Did I Become an Apocalyptic Calamity?

A year and a half after transmigrating, Lu Dashun still firmly believes the System has gone crazy.

What do you mean, a world of extreme danger?

It clearly has air conditioning, food delivery, smartphones, and grilled sausages.

What do you mean, random stat boosts every day?

He’s a husky. No matter how many points he gets, he still can’t order food for himself.

So Lu Dashun chooses to lie flat.

By day, he accompanies Qingbao to her kindergarten job. At night, he goes home to sleep. Sometimes he pits his wits against Ruibao, the Border Collie, all while doing his best to keep up the image of “just an ordinary, smart dog.”

That is, until calamity truly arrives.

In a domain that even the strongest cannot enter, he finds the core just by following its scent.

Pollution that instruments cannot detect is blown away with a single sneeze.

Rules that the Calamity Suppression Bureau cannot contain are locked down with a nose print and a bit of drool.

At last, Lu Dashun realizes this world might actually be a little dangerous.

But humanity discovers something even more dangerous:

This dog seems to make even less sense than the calamities do.