For the first time, she possessed two supernatural abilities—one even manifested in reality. Logically, these should be joyful news. So why… couldn’t she feel even a hint of happiness?

Quite the opposite—she felt utterly annoyed.

The beast bloodline was one thing. Sure, it overturned her old combat style, but relearning was manageable. But this succubus ability?!

Was the System mocking her?

She couldn’t help suspecting it was deliberate.

[Please, Host, do not doubt this System. It hurts this System’s feelings.]

[Items inside the gift box are randomly generated. Even this System cannot preview the contents before opening.]

Xia Xinyan fell silent for a moment, reluctantly accepting the explanation.

Still…

“This passive effect… I can’t cancel it?”

[Impossible. This is an inherent trait of the succubus bloodline.]

“…Don’t I also have the beast bloodline? What will I become once game attributes transfer to reality?”

[Bloodline fusion. All effects of both bloodlines are retained. Final manifestation can be previewed in-game.]

This plunged her into deeper silence.

These so-called supernatural abilities mainly altered players’ bloodlines or traits to grant non-human powers—like vampiric abilities upon becoming a vampire. Due to the chaotic variety of methods, “supernatural ability” became the umbrella term. Simple enough.

In-game, the distinction barely mattered. But once brought into reality? Bizarre issues arose—like reproductive isolation…

Strictly speaking, fully altered bloodlines meant they were no longer human.

Like now: Xia Xinyan was a succubus.

If she later manifested the beast bloodline too… what would she become?

A hybrid?

She’d never heard of anyone—*ever*, not even in her previous life—obtaining two abilities.

So while she now held two powers, if she wished to avoid being captured and dissected someday, she *had* to keep it secret. Choosing between succubus or beast form in public? Obvious. Beast form, no question.

Not that she’d discard the succubus bloodline—it could be her trump card, invaluable in a crisis.

The real problem? This passive…

A charm buff. One she couldn’t disable.

She genuinely couldn’t call it good or bad.

She let out a quiet sigh, stood, and walked to the floor-length mirror.

Her reflection looked unchanged—just a loose T-shirt. Behind her, the black tail swayed slightly, occasionally brushing the hem.

Look closer, though: her eyes had shifted from chestnut brown to deep crimson, like colored contacts. Anyone meeting her gaze would feel instantly mesmerized—don’t ask how she knew; she’d nearly been entranced by her own reflection.

“…This effect works on *me* too?”

[The succubus charm radiates indiscriminately—a conceptual power spreading through any medium… including the Host.]

Meaning: no trigger needed. Anyone who saw her was affected. Eye contact amplified it to peak intensity. Even a photo or video clip could trigger it.

[However, due to succubus nature, the effect doesn’t deeply influence the Host. At most, mild narcissism may develop.]

“…”

Truly worthy of a succubus.

Yet why couldn’t she feel any joy…?

Shaking her head free of her eyes, she focused on the tail.

Slender—barely two fingers thick—yet nearly a meter long, sprouting from her tailbone and curving upward naturally. Its tip split into a palm-sized, halberd-like fork. Bone structure? Weapon? Hard to tell. Firm, yet strangely weightless.

Gaining a new body part felt surreal, yet zero discomfort—as if it had always belonged. Controlling it came instinctively.

But… if she didn’t consciously restrain it? It swayed on its own.

Like chronic leg-shakers jiggling without noticing.

Slightly… annoying.

After staring awhile, she reached out and grabbed it.

She only meant to stop the motion—but a jolt like electricity shot through her. Her whole body trembled; her legs went weak.

…Too… *too* sensitive!

[Such is succubus physiology. This System recommends the Host mate with her original form to gain additional plea—]

“Shut up!”

Gripping the bedframe, she pulled herself up and collapsed face-down onto the mattress.

Body limp. Only the tail remained raised high.

She wanted to put this ability on ice.

Seriously—what if during a real fight, someone accidentally touched her tail? She’d be instantly incapacitated.

[Host need not worry. In combat stance, a succubus can reinforce this vulnerability. The tail is a unique, potent weapon. Mastered, it significantly boosts combat prowess.]

Xia Xinyan ignored it. Silently, she deactivated the transformed state. The tail retracted swiftly beneath her clothes. She yanked the blanket over her head and shut down completely.

*Again*, she wondered: why was she reborn into this life?

***

Meanwhile, in another bedroom, Ling Mo wrestled with his own worries.

“Damn! You actually got into that game? Heard it’s insanely realistic—is it true?” The voice crackling through his headset brimmed with excitement, envy, and a hint of friendly jealousy.

Ling Mo muttered hesitantly, “It *is* realistic… but this game… ugh. I’m so troubled, Brother Hao Nan.”

“What’s to be troubled about? First, Miss Xia’s practically throwing herself at you. Now you’ve got early access to a god-tier game. Damn, why couldn’t I be you? I’d laugh myself awake dreaming!”

“…It’s not that simple.” Ling Mo sighed softly. “Hey… why *would* Xia Xinyan be interested in me?”

“Who knows? Maybe she’s got an ulterior motive.”

Ling Mo froze. After a long pause: “I feel the same way.”

“Heh…” A mocking chuckle echoed. “So you’re not coming back tonight? Moving in with Miss Xia permanently? Better watch out—you might wake up missing a kidney.”

“…Surely not.” Ling Mo frowned slightly.

“Why not? What if *your* kidney’s the only match? Or what else could she possibly want? Your face? Don’t flatter yourself, bro. She’s a young lady of the Xia Clan—she’s seen more handsome guys than pornos you’ve watched.”

“…”

Silence hung in the voice channel.

Until Ling Mo fed for the third time.

“Damn! Look at you playing like a total noob! Focus, man!”

Ling Mo stared at the glowing **DEAD** on his screen. Silent.

“…Wait. You’re not actually buying my earlier crap, are you?” The voice softened, then laughed. “Dude, did you get your head stuck in a door? *The Xia Clan?* If they wanted a kidney match, would they send Miss Xia herself as bait? That’s criminal! Not to put you down—but you’re really not worth the scheme. Hell, *nobody* in our whole school is.”

A beat.

“I’m serious, Old Ling. What little you have isn’t worth scheming over. Miss Xia approaching you openly? She likely *genuinely* likes you. Stop overthinking. Enjoy it. When someone’s throwing themselves at you, and you refuse? Line forms behind you. Didn’t you always say you wanted a girlfriend? Opportunity’s here. Drop the paranoia. Seriously.”

Ling Mo: “…”

Huh…

Yeah. He might have a point.