The girl was breathtakingly beautiful. As Morningstar stared blankly at her, unsure what to do, the girl slowly opened her eyes.

Golden irises met her gaze—once radiant, now dimmed, with faint traces of black corruption creeping inward.

“A thousand years have passed… I never thought you’d resurrect after all.”

The girl’s voice was clear and melodious, yet icy with killing intent as she locked eyes with Morningstar.

“Uh… actually, I’m not the person you remember,” Chen Chen murmured. She still hadn’t accepted this Dark Sorceress identity. Deep down, she remained that unlucky guy—but even she didn’t believe her own words.

To the world, this body *was* the terrifying Dark Sorceress.

“Not you? Your face is etched into every soul on this continent! I’ve sensed your evil aura for over a century. I could never mistake you.”

“Well… I can’t really argue that. But I’m not the same Dark Sorceress you knew. I… shouldn’t be evil, right?” Morningstar said with a hint of guilt. Honestly? Her words rang hollow. Just look at the “evil” straining against her chest—her outfit barely contained it.

As for inner evil? Maybe the original Dark Sorceress was vile, but *she* was a model student, raised right. Even borrowing this body didn’t change her heart.

“Hahahaha! *Not evil*? If the Dark Sorceress isn’t evil, who is? You are the source of all sin!” The girl’s cold laugh held utter contempt. Morningstar wanted to protest—but words were useless. Actions would speak.

She raised a palm. Black flames flickered to life. The girl’s expression softened into resignation.

“Is it over…? Sorry, sister. I failed my mission.” She closed her eyes.

Then—weightlessness. A plummet.

She jolted awake cradled in Morningstar’s arms, her body pressed against a surprisingly soft chest, arms sinking gently into warmth.

“I’ll set you down…” Morningstar lowered her carefully, hoping kindness would shift perception. Too naive.

Without knowing this world’s history, she couldn’t grasp the hatred burning in the Divine Maiden’s eyes.

“Don’t touch me with your evil, filthy, vulgar, ugly body!” The girl seethed. This beautiful monster was her lifelong nemesis. She struggled to push away—but limbs bound for a century remained numb, unresponsive. All she could do was glare, teeth bared like a cornered wolf.

“You can call me evil… but *ugly*? This body’s the prettiest I’ve ever seen—ahem, never mind.” Morningstar flushed slightly, brushing it off.

“Ugh… how do I explain this?” She felt like a total scapegoat. The Dark Sorceress’s sins weren’t hers! Dragged into this mess, taking verbal hits… At least the girl didn’t curse her mother. Good manners? Or just this world’s insult limit?

“Let me go! You treacherous, filthy Dark Sorceress! Release me!” The girl spat every word. To her, every plea was a scheme. Legends said deceit itself began with the Dark Sorceress. Before her, the world was pure. She brought darkness, slaughter, corruption.

“Fine, fine.” Morningstar sighed, laying her on the cold stone. The girl lay motionless yet ranted endlessly. Chen Chen gave up.

She just wanted to go home. No need to linger.

“If you’re fine, I’m leaving. Heard Divine Clan don’t starve easily… so, take care.”

Morningstar turned away. Behind her, the girl’s face darkened. Fingers twitched. Blood returned. Numb limbs stirred.

“Hm?” Morningstar sensed movement—but too late.

“Ugh!” A sharp pain. She looked down, disbelief flashing across her face. A sword pierced her left chest.

“Ow! What the hell?!” She twisted her head. The girl had collapsed, breathless, eyes shut—unconscious after that final thrust.

“I help you, and you *stab me in the back*?!” Chen Chen panicked.

A calm voice answered: “Relax, Master. Your body is the embodiment of worldly evil. As long as evil exists, you cannot die. You are, in essence, invincible.”

“…Really?” Relief washed over her. Pain vanished, but the sword’s presence felt deeply awkward.

She took a breath, gripped the blade, and pulled it slowly free. With a thought, the torn fabric vanished. A clean wound appeared on smooth skin—then healed instantly.

“Whoa… that’s insane!” Morningstar blushed, hastily covering herself with dark cloth.

“This hothead draws steel at the slightest provocation.” She tossed the sword aside, ready to leave.

Then the voice returned:

“Master… leaving now would be a waste.”

“Why?”

“She’s Divine Clan, yes—but the dark energy eroding her also sustained her. A symbiosis. Without it, she’ll perish soon.”

The speaker cared little for the girl’s life. But a newly awakened Master needed allies. This Divine Maiden, a relic of the God Era, was among the strongest alive. With her power restored slowly, such aid was invaluable.

And resistance? No concern. Half-corrupted already, she’d succumb completely under Morningstar’s stronger dark aura.

A wild beast now… but with a little taming?

She’d become a perfectly obedient little kitten.