The pudding slime was still sitting in front of the tablet.
Even though I was not fully awake yet, the noise drilling into my ears was deafening.
Kaboom! Ratatatat—!
The sounds were coming from the tablet.
On the screen, bombs exploded and a man riddled with bullets until he resembled a beehive was sent crashing to the floor.
The pudding slime, who had been watching the blood-drenched spectacle with grave attention, approached and greeted me.
“Good morning, Mr. Gunbam.”
I scrambled upright, snatched up the tablet, and checked the content rating first.
‘Restricted to viewers nineteen and older—sexual content, violence, horror, drugs, and risk of imitation…?’
The warning about the risk of imitation sent a particular chill through me.
Oblivious to how I felt, Dominic explained leisurely,
“I discovered that I could obtain additional material through the electromagnetic waves present here. Thanks to that, I watched a great deal.”
He named several works he had found enjoyable, but they were all movies I had never heard of.
When I checked the tablet, it was indeed connected to the internet.
I had no idea how he had done it, but since I was already there, I searched for the movie titles.
That was how I learned that Dominic had exceedingly refined cinephile tastes.
He seemed to have watched a great many art films and classics, all of them movies I had never seen.
There were even black-and-white films and silent films among them.
My first plan to reform him through…