Life is a series of crossroads. You never know what waits around the next corner—or if a runaway truck will flatten you into roadkill the moment you step forward.
I watched the little girl sleeping soundly in my bed and let out a soft sigh.
As I mentioned before, my name is Su Nan—a college guy who’s anything but ordinary. Yesterday morning, I woke up to find myself transformed into a girl. By nightfall, I’d somehow ended up in the subway, bringing this child home.
She was undeniably cute. Yet those faintly visible pointed ears hidden beneath her long hair betrayed her nonhuman nature—a detail I only noticed while carrying her back to my apartment. I’d even touched those sharp, delicate tips. They were real. Not props. Exactly like the Demonfolk ears from novels…
“…Huh. This took a wild turn.”
I rubbed my forehead, sighing again.
Last night, after the girl threw herself into my arms, the grand hall shattered just like before. When I came to, I was back in the empty subway station, this child fast asleep against my chest. With no other choice, I carried her home. Strangely, though she wasn’t light, I’d borne her weight effortlessly—even walking a considerable distance.
I did pass patrolling officers en route. Maybe because our hair and features looked similar, they mistook us for sisters…
Back at my dorm, I gently laid the girl—dressed in a blue-and-white dress—onto my bed. I stayed wide awake beside her until dawn, staring blankly.
“Why is this happening?”
I massaged my temples, muttering to myself.
I’ve never been ordinary. Since childhood, my mind and body outpaced my peers—I aced academics and dominated sports. I enjoyed the admiration, but deep down, I knew such abilities would drag me into extraordinary trouble. This conviction hardened after learning my parents were adoptive. I wasn’t some manga prodigy. More likely… a test subject from some nation’s human enhancement project. So I deliberately dimmed my light, striving to be “normal.”
But reality ignored my expectations. Yesterday, I became a girl and found a possible Demonfolk child.
Worse, fragmented memories haunted me—strangely familiar yet distant, like watching a film. And that instinctive burst of purple flame? I had no clue what any of this meant.
