This world has never lacked paradises perfect for creatures to thrive.

The Azure Fox Realm stretched across endless mountain ranges, vast and imposing.

Even powerful races would eye such territory with envy.

From afar, the peaks vanished beneath impossibly dense thickets.

One glance confirmed an ecosystem thriving in lush perfection.

But a problem emerged.

Any sharp-eyed observer would see this place was no home for humanoids.

Thick foliage mostly meant obstacles.

Cramped spaces bred unease and suffocation.

A few might endure it—but a full society? Never.

Unless they were all burrowing little foxes.

The scene shifted.

A petite figure with cherry-blossom pink hair stood at the mountain’s base, gazing upward.

“Is this really the Azure Fox Realm? It just looks like an ordinary range… Did Mirophiel trick me?” Mulan muttered under her breath.

This otherworld’s wilderness was undeniably dangerous.

Her first time in such unfamiliar terrain.

Alone deep in the woods felt deeply eerie.

Every sudden rustle sent chills down her spine.

*Gulp~*

Mulan forced calm.

But the swallow betrayed her nerves.

She kept expecting a beast to leap from the shadows.

“Hmph. Mere beasts? Try ambushing me—I’ll roast you for dinner,” she grumbled stubbornly, steeling herself.

Mirophiel wouldn’t set her up.

This *was* near the Azure Fox Realm.

Mulan had researched it.

The Realm was far from simple.

Even someone like Mirophiel moved freely here—but invaders? Rare.

Surface appearances were pure illusion.

Mulan crept toward the path.

A sharp, warning repulsion washed over her.

“Hmm… So this is the Realm’s barrier?”

She frowned, eyes flickering with vexation and wonder.

Though invisible, the magical pressure felt crushing.

Clear rejection of outsiders.

Mirophiel had warned her.

Only powerhouses like her could brute-force entry.

No need to overthink.

Passing through was simple: become a fox.

That was Mulan’s confidence.

A flash of light.

The pink-haired girl vanished.

In her place stood a petite fox-eared girl with flowing azure hair.

Fox-form Mulan had arrived!

“Hehe~ Best thing ever! With handsy Mirophiel gone, I can finally study these properly,” she chirped, overjoyed.

First true happiness since arriving in this world.

Becoming a cute little girl had stung—but as a big-tailed fox? Resistance melted away.

Who could resist fluffy tails perfect for hugging?

*Three* of them!

Just imagine: winter comes. Curl up, wrap in soft fur, nap *on* them, hug them close…

Pure bliss.

Mulan adored this form. Even being a loli felt fine now.

Stay true to heart—she’d always be a hot-blooded tough guy inside!

“Hehehe~ Can’t wait for winter…”

She nuzzled each tail with a silly, soft smile, treating them like beloved daughters.

Anyone seeing this would melt.

Fox-girl charm was unmatched—and Mulan wasn’t ordinary. Only alone would she show this side.

With Mirophiel? Never.

But out here? Total freedom.

“Hmm… Time for business.”

Reluctantly, she released her tails.

Controlling them felt as natural as breathing—instinctive, seamless.

Incredible.

Not god-tier power, but satisfying.

Still… she sensed deeper layers. Time to uncover them.

“Hmm? The repulsion’s gone.”

Replaced by warmth. Kinship.

A trace of delight sparked in her golden eyes; a smile bloomed.

Exactly as expected.

The barrier welcomed Azurehill Fox Clan blood. Truly a fox paradise.

Mulan decided: relax while she could.

Weak now? Perfect excuse to chill.

“No ‘work hard first’ nonsense here!”

Chilling *was* the art of living!

“Hehehe~ Off I go~”

She skipped lightly through the barrier.

Beyond it, the world transformed.

Greenery was lush but orderly. A village would fit right in.

Curious, Mulan scanned the edge of the Realm.

Dozens of tiny foxes darted about—chasing, tumbling, bursting with life.

Each radiated bright intelligence.

Impossible not to want to pet them.

Juveniles, low-bloodline, unable to shift form.

Mulan didn’t care.

She loved small animals. Cute was enough.

Her hands itched.

Never seen so many foxes back home.

Now? She nearly transformed into King Zhou, ready to “favor” every fluffy bundle!

“Other stuff can wait. Petting foxes is priority one.”

A wildly hasty conclusion.

*Chill mode: activated.*

She crouched slowly, silent as shadow.

What sound would lure them?

Do foxes understand speech?

What *do* foxes say?

“Chu shall rise! Chen Sheng shall be king!”

Mulan shouted foolishly.

Silly—but it worked.

Several young foxes tilted their heads, naive confusion in their eyes.

Why would a fox of such noble blood appear here…?