"Fox Demon, you can't escape! Surrender now!"

As the talisman in the Taoist master’s hand ignited, five golden lightning bolts split the dim sky—striking her small, delicate frame with pinpoint accuracy.

"Mmph… Hehe… Thousands of years have passed. So the Immortal-Slaying Lightning has truly weakened."

Charred patches marred her snow-white fur, yet the little fox remained defiant.

She knew—freshly broken from her seal, she stood no chance against these masters. Running was her only option.

"Still talking tough? Don’t you know? After the founding of the new nation, demons aren’t allowed to cultivate! Come quietly—the Organization won’t mistreat you."

Behind the female Taoist, countless golden chains swirled like a vast net, surging toward the little fox.

"I’ll believe that when I see it! I’m out. Bye!"

In a blur, she slipped through a gap in the net at a sharp angle. In a blink, she vanished into a white speck on the horizon.

"Damn it! She got away. I never thought this ancient artifact would fail to catch her."

The female Taoist glared at the empty sky, then reluctantly retracted her chains.

"This fox predates even the ancient era. With the Age of Decline ending and spiritual energy returning, many sealed great demons are awakening. We’ll be busy. That fox lost her Demon Core, her body is ruined, her soul nearly gone—she won’t stir trouble. Just launch a satellite to monitor her demonic fluctuations. It’s the 21st century; no need for old-school tracking."

The lead Taoist finished. The others nodded in agreement.

"Ha… ha… Damn demon hunters… Once this queen restores her soul… I’ll kill… *cough cough cough*!"

Wounded and weak, the little fox lay on a rooftop. Dust clung to her once-pristine fur. Her form grew translucent, fading like mist.

"No… No body… This sovereign’s soul is dissipating… Must possess… a vessel…"

Eyes closed, she stretched her dwindling demonic energy to sense nearby humans.

"This…!"

Her eyes snapped open. She stared at a nearby apartment building.

"Hahahaha… Heaven leaves no demon without hope… A human here carries Fox Demon bloodline…"

A faint smirk curled her lips. Gritting through pain, she rose and leaped to the next rooftop.

"Indeed Fox Demon bloodline—likely a descendant of a clan member and a human… Sigh. You are still my kin. Sacrifice yourself for your ancestor. Don’t worry… this sovereign will gently consume your soul. You won’t feel a thing."

She stood by the bedside, watching the sleeping young man.

Youthful. Vital. Fox Demon bloodline… A fine host. Pity he’s male—but no matter. Such things can be changed once power returns.

Without hesitation, her body dissolved into a wisp of white smoke, drifting slowly into his mouth.

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"Ah! Don’t come closer!"

I jolted awake, heart pounding. Only after recognizing my familiar room did I let out a slight sigh of relief.

Last night’s dream was strange. Started great—I stood on the League of Legends Worlds stage, facing Faker for the championship.

Just as victory neared, the scene shifted. A stunning woman appeared, seductively beckoning me to drink sweet soup.

I ignored her. The game mattered more.

She instantly flared up and transformed—into a giant… Husky? No, Golden Retriever? Wait! Samoyed! A several-meter-tall Samoyed!

Ferocious, chasing me, biting wildly! Half my body gone—then, just as she lunged to devour me, she deflated like a punctured balloon and vanished. I barely escaped.

"What a weird dream… Can’t recall her face, but wow… she was *very* well-endowed."

I dismissed it as just a dream. Only regret? Missing the championship.

"Huh? Where’s my beard?"

In the bathroom, razor in hand, I froze. My chin was perfectly smooth—not a single hair. My skin felt softer too, like I’d worn a mask overnight.

"Creepy… Too much soy lately? Estrogen overload?"

Shrugging it off—nothing serious—I melted leftover cream chocolate onto toast. Simple. Delicious.

[What IS this?! So good!]

A voice echoed the moment I bit down.

"Of course it’s good—it’s top-grade choc… o… late… Wait. WHO’S TALKING?!"

My blood ran cold. I’m alone here! Whose voice was that?

"Who are you?! Show yourself!"

Knife raised, I scanned the room. Empty. Silent. Only my ragged breaths.

"Is my hearing broken?"

After checking again, I finished the toast.

Then—strangely—my hands lifted on their own, tongue licking chocolate residue from my fingers.

Forget how weird the gesture was. The real horror? I didn’t move them. They moved *themselves*.