After dinner, Cold Night Feather waited until Bai Xin finished her shower. Bai Xin wore cute pajamas printed with Pikachu and headed to the bedroom. Then, Cold Night Feather stood before the full-length mirror in the bathroom.

She was completely naked, her fair skin flushed with a rosy glow, fully exposed to the air. Like a seductive goddess descended to earth, she was intoxicating.

Cold Night Feather wasn’t here to fondle her new female body or gawk at a naked woman—that sounded foolish. Having survived forty-four years on the violent, blood-soaked Freya Continent and reached its peak, she was no novice. In her spare time, she’d occasionally visit pleasure dens to unwind. Though she’d never been in love—too obsessed with growing stronger—she saw romance as a waste of time.

So, unlike protagonists in other body-swap stories, she wasn’t blushing or flustered by her own flawless form. This body surpassed any woman’s she’d seen in her past life.

Her goal was to confirm one thing.

*(Indeed, this isn’t a modified version of my male body—it’s entirely new!)* After examining every inch of this perfect form, Cold Night Feather confirmed it radiated a completely different aura from her old self.

*(But a body with no connection to me should trigger violent rejection. Yet it fits perfectly—even better than before. It amplifies my power beyond what I had!)*

Earlier, she’d been too busy fighting for her life to ponder this. Now, she had time.

*(All I know is this body ties to the necklace. I was transformed while the Demon King’s power eroded me.)* Cold Night Feather scratched her silky hair and muttered aloud, “Back to square one. The necklace holds the answers. For now, I must stay close to that girl and watch.”

She missed her male body—having *that* part at least.

Cold Night Feather realized her duty: protect Bai Xin. Since wearing the Mystic Necklace, Bai Xin emitted a strange aura that stirred the lingering Demon King’s power within Cold Night Feather. Whatever it was, it boded ill.

She decided to shower. At her level, cleansing dirt required just a thought—but like eating despite not needing energy, it was habit.

Naked, Cold Night Feather searched the bathroom. Her face flushed slightly with embarrassment. “The floor’s still damp. Bai Xin didn’t bring water in… How do I even wash?”

Sighing, she reluctantly covered her eyes. When she lowered her hand, her irises swirled with rainbow hues.

“Using elemental perception—a skill only Heavenly Human Mirror experts master—to figure out bathing… I’d be laughed out of Freya Continent.”

Her rainbow eyes scanned the room. She spotted a cylindrical tank overhead thick with water energy. “Ah, that must hold the shower water.”

“Hmm, how does this device work?” She glided on bare feet to the water heater, puzzled.

Luckily, Freya Continent’s language matched this world’s. She quickly deciphered the controls.

“Oh! So convenient. No magic at all. This world isn’t bad.” Under steaming hot water, Cold Night Feather sighed in comfort.

*(How long since I last relaxed like this?)* She closed her eyes, letting water flow over her smooth skin from chest to toes.

*(I’ve always chased strength, leaving no true friends… missing so many beautiful things…)*

Looking back, she felt a pang of regret.

*(Anyway, I can’t return. I’ve slain the Demon King. Freya Continent should finally know peace.)* A relieved smile touched her lips, then her eyes sharpened.

*(But this world holds power akin to the Demon King’s. That can’t be ignored.)*

She sighed again, gazing at her exquisitely carved reflection. “One step at a time,” she muttered. Overthinking helped nothing. Her priority was adapting to this world. She sensed the necklace would bring answers soon.

…

“Onii-chan! Wake up! Onii-chan! Wake up!” Morning sun filtered through thin curtains into Bai Xin’s small but cozy room, lighting her peaceful face. The alarm clock on her bedside table blared, forcing her to rub sleepy eyes and yawn as she shut it off.

“Ah~ No Cold Night Feather. Just a dream.” Buttoning her shirt, Bai Xin glanced around. No silver-haired beauty anywhere. She chuckled at herself.

In the bedroom bathroom, she changed into her Donglin City Third High School uniform. Breakfast would be grab-and-go on the way, as usual. But opening the door, she froze. On the living room table sat an elegant set of pale gold tableware, holding delicate pastries that wafted tempting aromas.

Only when she noticed the silver-haired girl sipping crimson liquid like a timeless elf did Bai Xin realize this wasn’t a dream.

“Hmm? Finally awake?” Cold Night Feather drained her cup and nodded at the pastries. “I’ve eaten. You hurry up. We’re going to school together.”

Bai Xin sat down dazed. Empty plates sat before Cold Night Feather—her leftovers. And she wore Donglin City Third High’s uniform!

“Eh? You’re coming to school with me?” Bai Xin gasped.

Cold Night Feather smiled faintly. “Naturally. I’ve nothing else here. Besides, the moment that necklace touched your neck, your fate changed. As the one who started this, I’ll keep you safe.”

Bai Xin followed her gaze to the red Mystic Necklace resting on her modest chest, golden light swirling within it. She touched it—warm to the skin.

“Huh? So it’s powerful? No wonder I can’t take it off!” She tugged, but a strange energy blocked her.

“Eat first. We’ll be late. They told me your school requires arrival by 7:30.” Cold Night Feather pointed at the clock—its hands neared seven.

Bai Xin saw it too. Her hunger surged. She grabbed a red cake and stuffed it in her mouth.

“Wow! So good!” Blissful, she devoured pastry after pastry, sipping the fruity crimson drink. She didn’t notice the colorful glows flickering above her head.

Cold Night Feather watched, eyes gleaming. These were high-energy treasures, boosting human abilities. She’d gathered Donglin City’s rare herbs overnight, refined them in her soul-bound Medicine God Cauldron. The tableware—Twelve Divine Gifts—amplified their effects.

Ordinary people would feel full after one bite, energy clogging their meridians. Bai Xin was different. Though barely stronger than average, Cold Night Feather sensed every bit of energy absorbed. Bai Xin’s vitality swelled from a sesame seed to a pomelo in her perception. The rest settled deep inside, waiting for a breakthrough.

Throughout, the necklace pulsed with strange energy. Cold Night Feather suspected it caused this—and her own Shattered Sky Mirror breakthrough.

Soon, Bai Xin finished all the pastries, patting her flat stomach with a happy sigh.

Cold Night Feather smiled, putting away the Twelve Divine Gifts. They glowed faintly, instantly spotless.

She checked the wall clock—7:15. “Let’s go.”

Bai Xin paled. “We’re doomed. The bus arrives at 7:15 at the stop… but it takes three minutes to walk there. We’ll be late!”

Cold Night Feather tilted her head. “Gongjiao che? A carriage pulled by Gongjiao dragons?”

Bai Xin giggled. “Public *bus*!”

“Ah, a transport vehicle. Don’t worry—I’ll get you there.”

Seeing Cold Night Feather’s flawless, confident smile, Bai Xin felt a sudden, ominous chill.