Though I’d steeled myself, logging into the game still hit me hard—the weight of responsibility pressing against my chest, the unsettling emptiness below. I gently brushed my cheek against silky-smooth hair cascading down my shoulder. Shame and discomfort prickled under my skin.

Yeah, in my past life, I was the world’s deadliest assassin…

But that meant no one ever knew my true face.

Everyone who did was dead.

To outsiders, I was just some washed-up, unmarried loser…

I died without ever holding a living woman’s hand!

Sure, I’d seen plenty of beauties—but they were all corpses!

So now, stuck in this girl’s body… God, this is awkward.

“Do I really have to cause chaos in this form?” I muttered to myself, sighing in defeat.

No choice.

Code is fragile—one tweak unravels everything. Restoring my old player account wasn’t just typing a few admin commands. Honestly, the server backend looked like a dumpster fire. That tangled mess of code gave me a migraine. Why was it so chaotic? Then I remembered my “gift” to Yingning half a month ago.

—*Yingning loves this game. A little present won’t hurt.*

—*But if the devs trace it, she’ll be in trouble…*

—*Scramble the data. Bury it deep.*

Kinda proud of that move, actually.

My handiwork! Unmatched! Look—even *I* can’t fix it now!

I puffed my chest out proudly—then froze as my palm sank into soft flesh.

Y-yeah… I’m *that* good…

I couldn’t reclaim my human body or turn this Nine-Tailed Fox into a sword-wielding cutie. But I hacked the system for perks no normal Pet Summon could dream of.

First, I rewired “Pet Summon” to teleport *to* my owner—Ningbeibei—whenever I wanted.

Next, I fused my lost player privileges with this pet form. Now I’m neither player nor ordinary summon—a walking glitch. I can mail NPCs, join Guilds, and take player-exclusive quests… but I’m still stuck in pet gear and bound to my master.

Bonus: I can equip player weapons and accessories. These bypass pet slots entirely, exploiting a system bug. Only two slots—weapons and jewelry—but game-breaking enough.

What? Never seen such a shameless, blatant cheater?

Please. Cheating is a Hacker’s honor!

What’s a Hacker without cheats? A soggy fish!

If this server wasn’t a disaster, I’d be slaughtering mobs in level-999 Divine Gear right now!

Worried about bans?

Tch. Don’t lump me with those noobs who get banned for *cheating*.

Real Hackers? We cheat *through* bans.

A notification popped up—making me jump.

**[Your owner Ningbeibei is online.]**

Showtime.

Time to unleash the skills that made me legendary.

Hope I haven’t gotten rusty… but for these small fries? More than enough.

I narrowed my fox-like eyes, dangerous glints flashing. I crushed the weakness and unease of this female form. My nine tails fanned out, radiating an overwhelming aura—a tsunami of dominance. A true sovereign descending!

Muscles coiled. Ready to paint the world red.

—*That’s the fantasy.*

Reality? I did narrow my eyes. I *did* stretch out dramatically. I *did* unleash my might!

*Crack.*

Tears welled up instantly. I clutched my tail, puffing soft “hoo-hoo” breaths onto the tip.

“S-sob—ow ow ow! Pulled my tail muscle! Hurts hurts hurts—”

Being a fox is such a hassle!