"'Black Hawk, where are you now?' In what seemed a command center, a young black-haired man stared anxiously at the screen showing live helicopter footage, pressing his earpiece.
The room buzzed with personnel issuing orders or monitoring complex data. He was clearly in charge.
'We're almost there, Commander,' came a deep, resonant voice through the earpiece, evoking a burly figure.
'But frankly, Commander, that Sin Beast is at least Devourer-level. We're just B-Rank Ability Users... we can't kill it. At best, we can only restrain it.'
The young man watched the monstrous creature rampaging on screen. After a long silence, he sighed. 'Focus on delaying it. Above all, stay safe. As planned, use Duanmu's ability to hold it back—keep it from destroying ground structures. Tianqi City has dispatched several A-Rank Ability Users, led by an S-Ranker, to reinforce you. Hold on!'
The deep voice sighed. 'Got it, boss. We'll give it our all.'
The young man sighed too. 'Donglin City is a rear-area city... far from the Sin Realm's core. Why is a Devourer-level Sin Beast appearing here!'
He grabbed the ceramic cup beside him, downed the coffee in one gulp. His bloodshot eyes locked onto the colossal Sin Beast, relentlessly smashing aircraft and tanks.
...
'Where am I? Is this... the legendary dimensional rift?' Cold Night Feather gazed dazedly at the kaleidoscopic light surrounding her. Now—she—was encased in a thick energy film. Without the Mystic Necklace's barrier, she knew she'd have been shredded by those radiant beams.
Why had Cold Night Feather changed from he to she? It began the moment she entered the rift.
The instant she crossed the threshold, dark demonic threads spread across her body. Simultaneously, energy from the Mystic Necklace restructured her form.
Cold Night Feather sensed this female body was stronger. And inexplicably, it resonated with her soul far better than her male form ever had! It felt like her true self. The realization sent a shiver down her spine.
'Damn it! Screw compatibility! How did I turn into a woman!' Cold Night Feather felt utterly wrecked. Forty-four years as a man, suddenly female? Frankly, she couldn't accept it.
'But whatever... this can wait.' She cast a bitter glance at her ample chest and sighed. Had she not been so strong-willed, she'd have shattered. 'First, I must survive. When will this rift end?'
Cold Night Feather's new form: her lustrous silver-white hair now flowed to her waist. Her already exquisite face had become even more alluring, like a celestial maiden. Her sharp, sword-like brows lent her a hint of boldness.
The greatest change was her body. Her formerly pale skin now glowed like polished ivory, with a healthy flush. Her once-flat chest had blossomed into ample curves on her slender frame.
Naturally, what was once male had become... ahem. Let's skip the details.
Now, the dimensional rift! Those without sufficient power lose all sense of time and direction. Cold Night Feather, though Freya Continent's strongest young genius, was unprepared for this crudest, most perilous way to pierce world barriers.
Luckily, the mysterious necklace pulled and shielded her. Without it, she'd have perished in an instant. Truth be told, she couldn't have opened the inter-world channel without it.
Time blurred for Cold Night Feather—years? decades? centuries? or a mere second? Just as her unyielding spirit began to falter, she suddenly found herself ejected from the void, the crossing complete.
Her vision was still blurry from the endless light. Still, she summoned a white trench coat via mental imprint—perfectly tailored to her body. Why not use Spatial Gear? It was long destroyed in the void. Now, her sole belongings were spirit-bound armor, tools, the Holy Sword, and the Mystic Necklace that saved her.
Why clothes first? In the void, she'd been naked and immobile. Now, in an unfamiliar world, her modesty—coupled with her new female form—made clothing the first priority.
As Cold Night Feather felt her feet touch solid ground—and the negligible recoil against her dragon-like strength—her vision finally cleared.
First, a massive monster caught her eye—nearly a hundred meters tall. Impossible to miss. Scorching heat waves rolled off its body, covered in lava-like patterns. Cold Night Feather couldn't identify it; it was simply hideously ugly. She'd seen myriad demons and hell beasts, but never something this bizarre.
Yet, from the first glance, Cold Night Feather sensed a strangely familiar energy. The word 'Sin Beast' flashed in her mind—as if she knew it intimately. But her memory was clear: she'd never seen such a uniquely hideous creature.
Surrounding the Sin Beast were countless unrecognizable 'metal lumps'—devoid of energy—firing iron chunks and explosives at it. To Cold Night Feather, they seemed to be tickling the beast.
Those inflicting real damage were people in tight suits. A green-haired boy's hands had transformed into endless vines, tightly coiling around the Sin Beast.
A burly man in bizarre iron armor punched the Sin Beast's belly repeatedly. Each blow sent dazzling blue ripples, exploding violently to carve craters oozing dark red blood—insignificant against its colossal frame.
A red-haired youth hurled head-sized red orbs, bombing the Sin Beast's body. But like the burly man's efforts, it was mere annoyance to the beast.
Now, the Sin Beast's grotesquely small head—tiny compared to its body—had two massive Golden Pupils fixed on Cold Night Feather. They radiated unmistakable, human-like fear!
It let out a bizarre screech. Just as everyone expected it to move—after freezing at the white-haired girl's appearance—it instead knelt toward her. Like a humble servant bowing to its king.
Silence fell. All eyes turned in shock to the white-haired girl amidst the dust.
Seeing the Sin Beast's savage Golden Pupils, Cold Night Feather finally recognized that familiar energy. She narrowed her crimson eyes and whispered:
'In this world... there's also... power akin to the Demon King's...?'
...
Wang Jun felt today was the most thrilling day of his life.
Yes, Wang Jun was that young commander—an A-Rank Ability User. He hadn't joined the fight because he'd recently overextended his energy core battling an End-level dimensional beast. Now, he was on medical leave.
Why was he here? Despite medical leave, he'd come to this military base—tasked with supernatural threats and Sin Beasts from the Sin Realm. This caring commander prioritized civilians over his health, leaving his comfy bed to command here.
The first Sin Beast attack struck Guangdong, Celestial Dynasty. Then came global outbreaks. Experts discovered that stronger Sin Beasts appear where 'ability pressure' is high. Coastal regions—especially in Asia—had high pressure. Thus, coasts became the frontline against Sin Beasts.
Take Yamato, Celestial Dynasty's island neighbor. Vast lands were devoured by Sin Beasts, becoming uninhabitable zones—akin to the Sin Realm itself.
Fortunately, global disasters know no borders. Yamato received aid from worldwide nations. Its former capital was transformed into the Unyielding Fortress—one of the world's three great fortresses—a fierce battleground burning with endless war.
Incidentally, the other two super fortresses are in Celestial Dynasty—formerly Shanghai and Guangdong. It was the first invaded and among the hardest hit by Sin Beasts.
As for that little island bend, it was abandoned early—too small, just an island.
This was the world now.
This also explained Wang Jun's confusion. Donglin City was deep inland. Sin Beasts had four ranks: Blade, Chariot, Devourer, End. Donglin might see a Chariot-level at most due to anomalies, but a Devourer-level? That shouldn't happen.
Nearby, a sweaty, chubby detector had retested the ability pressure—still normal. Even more baffling.
Setting that aside, the area had high-energy spatial fluctuations—so intense they nearly fried the instruments. Likely an unprecedented entity. Yet, just as Wang Jun's face darkened, out stepped a breathtakingly beautiful white-haired girl.
Now, the mindless, fearless Sin Beast displayed clear fear toward the white-haired girl—and knelt humanely! A hundred-meter monster bowing to a seemingly harmless girl!
(Could she be an undiscovered, powerful humanoid Sin Beast?) Wang Jun's eyes flickered as he stared at the screen—the Sin Beast kneeling to the seemingly fragile white-haired girl. (Who... are you... or what being?)"
