Without a doubt, if the plot kept unfolding like this, it would lead to scenes that could get this book locked in a dark room.
So... the Great Will’s intervention!
BOOM—!!!
Thunder crashed. Rain poured like a waterfall.
A chilling killing intent, condensed from a ten-thousand-mile frosty cascade, transformed into a sharp, glinting spear. It struck Fusiming from behind. He’d lost his mind, turned into a beast of raw lust.
In an instant, it pierced him like a porcupine.
This eerie cold rampaged across his skin. It slammed into every pore it could reach, trying to churn the young man into mush.
That crystal-clear killing intent was like a bucket of ice water dumped over Fusiming’s head.
His legs trembled. His hair stood on end.
In a flash, he snapped back to clarity from his dazed haze.
The strange changes on his body vanished as quickly as a night-blooming cereus—blooming and withering in moments.
He didn’t even notice what had just happened to himself...
—So dangerous!
Lewd thoughts and dark impulses from his chaotic state still lingered in his mind. Just recalling them made his heart pound with fear.
He yanked his hands back. They’d been almost pressed against Little Succubus’s skin, close enough to feel her warmth. Fusiming realized he’d badly underestimated Nainai’s allure and overestimated his own willpower.
He’d nearly committed an unforgivable mistake—one he’d regret for life.
A mistake that would drag the innocent Little Subhuman named Nainai into an abyss she never belonged in.
Thankfully, thankfully...
Amid deep relief, Fusiming found himself genuinely grateful for that killing intent that had awakened him.
But where did it come from...
It felt identical to what he’d sensed in the muddy ground outside the shack.
Yet this time, it was so clear. So close. So... rational?
Yes, rational.
Like a high-and-mighty monarch scrutinizing an “invader” trespassing on their land.
What kind of noble could have such a gaze? Could it truly be a “king”?
But the Federation had 26 independent city-states. It was governed by a council of top Extraordinary Beings. Where would a “king” come from...
...
Cold. Emotionless. Yet brimming with undeniable sharpness.
A mere gaze carried killing intent like a full-armored cavalry charge—annihilating everything in its path.
Nothing survived where it passed.
This was bad...
After savoring that sharp hostility, Fusiming’s slightly dried shirt was instantly soaked with cold sweat again.
Who... could harbor such terrifying enmity toward him?
Who had he offended recently...
Could it be the Bones of Death?
His heart skipped a beat. The only thing he could think of was the two Subhumans from Bones of Death he’d beaten last night.
Scavenger Squad records said Bones of Death never forgave a slight. Bound by their “blood ties,” they hunted down anyone who crossed them.
Even Scavenger Squads weren’t safe. They avoided groups of three or more.
But if a target was alone—no longer a threat to the Federation—they’d pounce like flies on a cracked egg.
So were Bones of Death assassins here for revenge?
Fusiming was sure he’d been careful. He’d left no traces pointing to him.
But how had they found him so fast!
And the strength needed to emit such tangible killing intent—what level was that person at!
Strong Rank... no, impossible for Strong Rank.
In his memory, he’d never felt such hostility from any Strong Rank Extraordinary Being.
Not from violent murderers he’d sanctioned. Not from bank robbers he’d confronted. Not from drug dealers he’d ambushed in the wild.
None of their killing intent matched this.
Could it be... Ferocious Rank...
His silver pupils contracted sharply. The thought nearly stopped his heart.
A terrifying existence on par with Wanghong, filled with killing intent toward them both?
If it was just one Strong Rank enemy, Fusiming could handle it—at least escape with Nainai.
But if it was Ferocious Rank...
Forget escaping. Save energy for your last words.
Ferocious Rank Extraordinary Beings could warp the environment with their mental networks and precise control over Corruption Essence.
Before them, all weaker beings were mere ants.
Even if Fusiming maxed out his Spiral Force—risking his body torn apart by backlash—he’d have zero chance.
Fusiming felt fear.
The fear of the weak facing true power.
It gripped his heart like a vise.
He couldn’t muster the courage to turn and face that hostility.
Don’t turn back... you’ll be killed if you do...
...
“Ugh, why does it always get stuck like this? Grow bigger!”
Nainai glared at the pink desire flame inside Fusiming that refused to grow. Her delicate young face was full of disappointment.
Fusiming’s body shielded her completely. Little Succubus wasn’t directly exposed to the hostility...
Logically, such sharp, overwhelming intent should’ve pierced through a human body.
Nainai’s instincts weren’t weak. She wasn’t dull to gazes.
Yet unlike Fusiming—rigid and drenched in sweat—she seemed oblivious, still focused on desire.
Nainai, engrossed in the pink flame, didn’t know why.
Fusiming, frozen by fear, didn’t notice either.
“Mr. Desire, please try harder!”
Nainai grumbled, patting Fusiming’s abs with her soft, boneless hands.
As if scolding the flame would boost its energy.
Her actions didn’t increase desire. But they snapped Fusiming out of his fear.
Her sweet, crisp voice in his ears. Her tiny hands patting his stomach. Her pink tail, tender as a newborn willow shoot, coiled tightly around his calf...
The Little Succubus before him made him realize—he wasn’t alone.
He could face whatever came. This hostility targeted him.
But this Little Succubus was innocent.
No matter what, Fusiming couldn’t let her get hurt because of him.
He had to protect Nainai and get her out of here...
He lowered his head slightly, gazing at the bewitchingly beautiful little succubus—like a porcelain doll.
He’d protect her with everything he had.
Where his heart was anchored, fear lost its grip.
Fusiming filled with resolve.
His thoughts became a scalpel, cutting away the fear poisoning his mind and body.
His racing heart steadied. A strong barrier formed within him.
The best way to beat fear was to face it.
He wasn’t alone anymore. There was nothing to fear.
If he faltered, Nainai would suffer.
That couldn’t happen.
His handsome face stayed stiff, expressionless. But his silver eyes held only firm courage.
“Nainai, please wait...”
He reached out, carefully gripping the Little Succubus’s thin shoulders.
Gently, he pushed her off his body.
“Ugh! What are you doing! Don’t push me away! My desire! Don’t go!”
Seeing the flickering pink flame drift away, Nainai panicked.
She’d finally gotten her precious desire back. She hadn’t even tasted it yet! No one could take it!
Nainai clung to Fusiming’s leg like chewed gum stuck to a shoe—impossible to shake off.
“Mmmrrr—”
She glared up like a protective puppy, brows furrowed, eyes narrowed, baring her teeth fiercely.
Fusiming felt a headache coming on.
If a fight broke out, Nainai’s closeness would get her hurt by shockwaves...
And her clinging made it impossible to fight properly.
He had to get her to a safe distance.
Gritting his teeth, he made up his mind.
—No matter how much Nainai cried or protested, he’d force her off!
—Even if she hated him later. Her safety came first!
“Excuse me...”
He took a deep breath, apologizing softly.
Then he reached to lift Nainai by her waist, ready to carry her away like before...
But just as his hands neared her slender waist, the killing intent behind him surged to a terrifying new peak.
At the same time, a raspy, ghostly roar echoed with it...
“Meow-roar—!!!”
