Though lifting her hood had drawn countless eyes, Su Yue noticed every gaze held only kindness.

“Then why did the Moonlit Duo try to seize me without a word?” she wondered inwardly. “And threaten to nail me to a cross?”

Their tone had implied an ancient hatred between humans and non-humans—but to Su Yue, the streets told a different story. Humans and non-humans coexisted peacefully. Even a vampire girl of her own race soared freely down the pedestrian street, utterly unbothered.

Only one explanation remained: the Moonlit Duo were likely sadistic perverts hiding behind the Enforcement Squad’s name, snatching lone non-humans at night for twisted amusement—just like those on Earth who tortured helpless animals.

A shiver ran down Su Yue’s spine.

“Disgusting. Scum,” she muttered.

Since pedestrians showed no hostility toward non-humans, she left her hood down—but kept the trench coat. Her own clothes were still in tatters.

Earlier, she’d planned to “borrow” food. Now? A better idea bloomed.

Miss Su Yue gathered her expression, approached a scallion pancake stall, and tightened her coat. Her petite frame looked even more fragile. Eyes wide and glistening, she fixed a longing gaze on the golden pancakes sizzling in oil.

One minute. Two minutes…

The young male clerk noticed her instantly—and couldn’t stay seated.

“Um… little girl? Are you here to buy pancakes?”

Su Yue lifted her doll-like face, sorrow tinting her features. Her lips pouted slightly; long lashes trembled with a single blink. The clerk felt his heart *thump*.

*Yes! Took the bait!* she cheered inwardly. That “I’ve lived a full life” look on his face? Her charm offensive had breached his defenses completely.

*Hah! In the art of men, you’re still a rookie!* As a millennia-old shut-in with zero real experience but endless manga research, she knew male preferences inside out. Handling a mortal? Child’s play. That’s why she picked *this* stall—male clerk, check.

*Male dignity?* Pfft. Scallion pancakes mattered more. And this was just acting! Never underestimate the 2,500-year wisdom of this Immortal Sovereign!

“L-Little girl? What’s wrong? Can I help?” he stammered.

“My stomach… it’s so hungry,” Su Yue whispered, voice trembling. Moisture glistened at her eyes; her lids flushed pink. “But I have no money… Big brother, could you spare me something?”

*When did my acting get this good?* she marveled—unaware some of it might be her body’s genuine reaction.

“Don’t cry! Did you lose your master?” he asked gently.

*Master?* Su Yue scoffed inwardly. *Does he think I’m a pet?*

But instinct said: play along.

“Y-Yes… I blinked, and he vanished. I’ve searched everywhere…” Tears welled convincingly.

“I’ll take you to the police!” He moved toward the counter.

“No! Just… food, please,” Su Yue cut in. *An undocumented interdimensional immigrant meeting cops? Bad ending guaranteed.* She stayed cautious—despite doubting the Moonlit Duo, she wouldn’t risk exposure yet.

“But…”

“Just food!” she snapped—then instantly softened, eyes wide and wounded. “Big brother… is that not okay?”

Dazzled, he nodded dazedly. “O-Okay! Whatever little sister says!”

He stuffed four pancakes and a soy milk carton into a bag and handed it over.

Su Yue beamed. “Thank you, big brother!” She skipped away, joy bubbling.

Behind her, the clerk sighed into a rosy daze: “This is… probably illegal… but…”

Su Yue didn’t care. Her charm strategy? Flawless. Years of romance manga had taught her every subtle push-and-pull of flirtation.

“Hmph~” She hummed smugly, clutching her prize. The aroma hit her—mouth watering instantly. She tore open the bag and bit into the golden crust.

“Delicious!” Meat-filled, perfectly crisp—*absolutely amazing!* She mimicked an Earth food vlogger’s catchphrase in her head.

Two pancakes and the soy milk vanished. Stomach happily full, she saved the last two for dinner.

Too greasy. Needed water.

Her eyes darted… and locked onto “Quan Sen” Convenience Store.

*Cola!* Back in the cultivation world, she’d dreamed of this “otaku holy water” until sleepless nights. Now? Absolutely mandatory.

*No money? Since when do beautiful girls pay? It’s all about using your wits!* She patted her cheek. *Well… my face counts as part of my brain too.*