"Awooo! Awooo!!!"

Accompanied by a childlike, coquettish call, the wildly swinging blade only sliced through empty air.

"How can I miss completely?! This defies logic!"

A tusked wild boar dodged the attacker’s frantic stabs with agile moves. Grunting, it charged straight into his chest. He rolled across the grass several times before slamming into a tree trunk and stopping.

"Whoa!"

"Oww! Oww! Oww!!! Damn wild boar!!! I’ll turn you into stew for sure!"

The cursing attacker slowly stood up. Beside him, a black-clad loli knelt like a ninja, letting out cute "Awooo" sounds now and then.

The boar charged again. For some reason, this silver-haired youth’s body felt incredibly sturdy. The impact was so satisfying the boar had grown addicted to ramming him.

Could this be the legendary S-dominant trait?!

"Grrr!"

"Damn it, stay calm! Form is emptiness, emptiness is form!"

Hey now! What other thoughts could you possibly have about a wild boar, kid?!

The silver-haired youth raised his stance. As his cheap longsword aimed at the boar’s head, his mind wandered.

"This twenty-copper sword… won’t shatter, right?"

Suddenly, the kneeling black-clad loli shot up. The youth only saw a blur before she returned to her spot. The boar let out a *thud*, its body sinking hard into the grass as if crushed from above, legs twisting under the pressure.

"GOOD JOB, Alpha! Finishing blow incoming! Awooo!"

The youth yelled wildly. The tip of his longsword glowed faint blue.

He leaped high. The blade slid smoothly into the boar’s skull.

"Perfect COMBO! Alpha, your reward!"

He swiftly cut off a boar hind leg and tossed it to the obedient loli behind him. Without any visible movement from her hands, the leg flew back along its path, smacking him square on the head.

"Awooo! Awooo!"

The black-clad loli called excitedly, like a puppy begging its owner for extra treats.

It was unbearably cute—but the youth didn’t think so.

"You dare throw it back at me?! Are you rebelling?!"

"Awooo…"

The silver-haired youth roared, turning his head. The loli lowered hers in委屈, spinning in place.

Are you really a puppy…

A flicker of loneliness crossed the youth’s eyes. The black-clad loli before him briefly overlapped with another loli’s shadow, then vanished.

He instantly regained his world-contemptuous manly aura.

"Alpha, fetch dry firewood! This master’s cooking!"

"Awooo!"

Alpha responded eagerly and vanished into the forest in a blink.

This was the Starting Forest. For Ryosuke, who remembered the game world of his past life, it was the woods outside the newbie village.

He’d come here with purpose: to train starting from the weakest monsters.

Also, it wasn’t far from his true destination—Xianglong City.

His Origin Power had been stripped by another version of himself and stored in the Ice Soul Tower. Now, he was a human with the body of an evil dragon god. Was he dragonkin or human? He couldn’t tell.

Call him a dragonman.

Alpha was also a dragonman. Unlike him, she was born with astonishing combat skills. Even without Origin Power, her strength was formidable.

After all, her true form was the Burning Black Emperor Demon Dragon, leader of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Demon Kind.

The very culprit who’d nearly destroyed his life.

Honestly, Ryosuke hated her. Hated all Demon Kind. But he knew the past incident wasn’t her order. This Demon Dragon King now had only infant-level intelligence. Aside from loving fights, food, and play, she was harmless at heart.

After a month together, Ryosuke found these straightforward demons kinder than scheming humans.

One command from him, and she’d die without hesitation. He was her master; she was just his mount.

But Ryosuke wouldn’t do it. His overwhelming manly spirit forbade it. He was history’s strongest BOSS—defeating this loli-disguised dragon without his own strength held no meaning.

Night fell slowly. The warm campfire crackled.

Fed and content, Alpha lay in Ryosuke’s arms, breathing evenly.

"Eat full, sleep sound—truly a child," Ryosuke remarked in an old-fashioned tone, though he looked no older than her.

It was unfair. Since losing his Origin Power, his body had shrunk inexplicably. Now he looked like a harmless, fair-skinned boy with a soft, androgynous build—perfect for lolicon fantasies.

Even his manly spirit had crumbled into tsundere in this atmosphere.

"This girl…" Ryosuke smiled wryly, recalling how Alpha had happily gnawed a dripping boar leg, shouting "Awooo!" while waving it around.

Others might not get it, but he knew: she was mocking his "Focus!" Battle Qi skill—only usable when enemies were defenseless.

Ryosuke felt wronged. This wasn’t a game where you clicked a mouse. Real skills required feeling the ‘Qi’ in air and body, channeling it into weapons for piercing attacks.

He’d learned "Focus!" thanks to his past life’s game world. Back then, penniless and unequipped, his hormonally-charged self had rushed out of the newbie village. Stuck in the Starting Forest after failing wild monsters, he’d hidden daily until finding an old man—triggering a hidden quest.

Twelve roasted boar legs for a basic Battle Qi skill book.

But here? He’d roasted legs for that damn old man a whole week before getting the skill!

Damn glutton! Ryosuke had watched him devour every leg in seconds, bones and all. That build, that voice—he doubted the man was human.

Truly indescribable!

Anyway, skill learned, quest done. He hoped never to see that old man again.

Amitabha!

Ryosuke, who’d never believed in Buddhism before, chanted the mantra. His child-sized body lay back on the grass, holding Alpha.

Time flew. He’d been here over a month. Though short, his experiences surpassed his past life’s twenty-plus years—in richness, excitement, and pain.

Battle Qi and magic—he’d once craved them in his original world, entering games to fill reality’s void. Now, he’d somehow arrived in the real game world.

This was his dream realized and continued.

Starting from scratch, he understood this world better than anyone—a hardcore veteran from the old game.

But would history follow its path? He didn’t know. At least Istan City hadn’t fallen as destined—he’d changed that.

Originally, after Istan’s fall and the Demon King’s death, the human-Demon Kind passage would open. Reno Continent would drown in a decade of darkness.

Now? He had no clue.

First, revive Fan Qiandai. Master Origin Power. Retrieve her soul. Only one way: refine a divine core, become a god commanding world laws.

Absurd? His transmigration was absurd. This world mirroring the game was absurd. Whether you believe it or not, Ryosuke did.

"To save Fan Qiandai, I must find my Origin Power. What is it? Is it just Battle Qi and magic?"

The loli figure in his mind drifted further away…

Ryosuke murmured softly, holding Alpha, and closed his eyes.

Two seconds later, a thunderous roar shattered his drowsiness.

"Hey! Young lad! Sleeping after eating on such a moonlit night? Utterly decadent! This old body can’t stand it! Rise at once!"

Ryosuke jolted upright. Alpha still clung koala-like to his chest, drooling in deep sleep.

"D-Damn it! Who dares wake this master at midnight?!"

"This old body is here! Boy, hold your tongue!"

Ryosuke’s manly pride wilted instantly. Damn it—who said loud voices were useless? This one could shake you dead!

A three-meter-tall old man dropped from the sky, a giant unconscious Wild Boar King slung over his shoulder. The mighty boar looked like a piglet beside him. Muscles gleamed like red copper. Floral shorts covered his waist. A triangular white beard matched his size.

Without those shorts, Ryosuke would’ve sworn a war god descended.

"Why you again, damn old man! We’re settled—no debts! Go hug a tree and vanish from my sight!"