An unfamiliar ceiling came into view.
Then a cacophony of sounds drilled into his ears, and only after he adapted did he gradually make out what the people next to him were saying.
"Oh my god, Peter! Chris is awake, our baby is awake!" A sharp female voice came through.
Then another frivolous male voice annoyedly said, "I can see that, Louise! It's a shame I bought Chris's insurance too late; they won't pay out!"
"What! When did you buy insurance for Chris?"
Chris, lying on the bed, shifted his gaze with the sound, and only then did he clearly see the two people speaking in front of him.
A white fat man so obese he could render two hundred catties of fat, and a sexy, orange-haired white woman, both of them arguing loudly about something.
Classic American character pairing.
The moment he saw the two, a few stray thoughts flashed through Chris's mind, and he had an indescribable sense of familiarity with them.
But before Chris could think further, he saw the orange-haired woman punch the white fat man in the cheek, and instantly a bright red flower bloomed on the fat man's face.
Looking at the broken glasses that had flown to his chest, and the miserable state of the white fat man, a feeling of exhilaration inexplicably surged within Chris.
It was as if he had wanted to do this for a very long time.
And he could clearly distinguish that this feeling of exhilaration was composed of two consciousnesses: one from the original consciousness of this body, and one from the Transmigrator himself.
This made Chris a little surprised; he didn't understand why he was so happy to see the white fat man get hit.
"fuck! You actually wanted to defraud insurance by using Chris's injury, you son of a bitch!"
The white fat man was knocked to the ground by the orange-haired woman, but this battle-ready woman did not stop, or rather, did not stop her feet.
She raised her sharp high heels and kicked the fat man fiercely, beating the seemingly tall and strong fat man until he had no power to fight back, only able to curl up and wail.
"Stop, Louise, stop quickly! I know I was wrong, I shouldn't have lured Chris to the rooftop, I just wanted to earn some extra money. Who knew the insurance company only pays for accidents after three months; I was too impatient!"
However, upon hearing the fat man's explanation, Louise's rage intensified, and her kicks became even more ferocious.
And Chris, lying on the bed, was utterly stunned when he heard these words.
This fat man is too much of a beast!
He actually used his own son's life to defraud insurance; is this really something a human being would do?
Chris even felt that 'beast' was insufficient to describe this fat man; he even suspected that the world he transmigrated to was being watched by some ancient god, otherwise, how could there be such a father?
Just as Chris was searching his mind to figure out what world he had come to, the door to the ward was pushed open, and then two people and a dog walked in.
A chubby girl wearing a pink knit hat, her face full of freckles and acne scars.
And an infant with a Dumpling-shaped head, next to him was a white Labrador dog slightly larger than him, and the dog was even walking upright.
What a strange world!
The girl was carrying two bags of food, deliberately ignoring the full-blown fight going on, and went to set out the food as soon as she entered, speaking loudly to cover the fat man's wails, "Mom, the store didn't have the beer my father likes, so I got another brand."
It was the infant and the dog who first saw the bruised and swollen Peter, but Chris could guarantee that he only saw expressions of schadenfreude on the faces of these two guys, with no hint of sadness or intention to intervene.
Especially the dog; Chris even thought he was hallucinating because he actually heard the dog talking to the infant.
"Oh, yes! Stewie, do you remember our bet? I told you Louise would definitely fix Peter once she knew the truth."
The Dumpling-headed infant shook his head and replied, "Yes, yes, but you bet Louise would beat Peter into a pulp, but what about now? This fat man only suffered superficial injuries. So, our bet isn't over yet!"
This left the dog speechless, his mouth opening and closing a few times, then he stubbornly continued, "Then let's keep watching! I guarantee Peter won't have a single good piece of flesh on him in the end, and even his teeth will fall out!"
"Heh heh!" The infant did not refute, only let out a cold laugh.
Then the infant noticed Chris staring at him, and his eyebrows twitched, clearly surprised by Chris's current expression.
That bewildered look didn't resemble his brother at all! Instead, he looked like a stranger.
Meanwhile, Peter, still being beaten, saw the others return, especially when he saw his daughter, and he screamed hoarsely, "Megan, come save me! Your mother is going to kill me, save me quickly!"
This cry for help broke through Megan's indifference; she sighed in annoyance, finally awakened to their father-daughter bond by Peter's wails.
"Mom, please stop! If you keep hitting him like this, my father will really be beaten to death by you, and then my and Chris's studies will also be delayed."
Persuaded by Megan, Louise remembered that their family still needed Peter's salary to sustain their lives, but thinking about how Chris almost died from the fall, Louise was very unwilling.
But seeing that Chris, who was silently stunned on the bed, was not in mortal danger, she vented her anger by kicking Peter's face fiercely, then let Peter go and turned to embrace Chris.
"My little meatball, it's so good that you're okay."
Feeling the genuine emotion of the woman in his arms, Chris felt his soul touched, and then he spoke the words that this body often said.
"Mom!"
As Chris's words slipped out, the gap in his soul, which originally needed time to merge, instantly healed, and the Transmigrator's consciousness perfectly integrated into this body.
However, while there was a deep mother-son bond here, Peter, released by Louise, rubbed his face with a wince, then gave his daughter a thumbs-up.
To show his gratitude.
But Megan did not appreciate it, looking at Peter with disgust, then huddled next to Louise.
And the infant, seeing that his bet with the dog was over, proudly extended his small hand and said with a smile, "Twenty dollars, no installments."
The white dog's mouth opened wide, his paws pointing at Megan, then at Louise and Peter, conveying many things he wanted to say.
Unfortunately, facts speak louder than words, and he had ultimately lost their bet.
So, facing the infant's devilish smile, he could only reluctantly pull out twenty dollars and hand it over.
"Great!" The infant took the twenty dollars, flicked it, then looked at his strange brother, praised him, and then said, "It seems my life won't be lacking in fun from now on!"
With his head resting on Louise's shoulder, Chris clearly saw and heard the actions between the person and the dog, and also understood which world he had come to through this series of beastly behaviors.
An American-produced animated series, primarily focused on parody, with a localized name also called the family guy anime world.
It was even jokingly referred to by many netizens as the 'beast family' because its characters had done many beast-like deeds.
And he was one of the main characters of this animation, and also the eldest son of Peter, the male protagonist of family guy.
A simple and somewhat slow-witted, practically succubus-like, chubby teenager, Chris Griffin.