He had it all figured out.

Now was no time to play mind games with Jikuhir.

For survival, Cang Xiaoxi needed to fully grasp this world.

Relying on fragmented memories alone? Pure fantasy.

The move was clear: show the little loli overflowing sincerity—trade for intel.

“If you want it… sure, I’ll give it to you.”

“Really?!”

Jikuhir’s face lit up instantly.

But just as she opened her mouth to thank him—

“Two of your questions for one of mine.”

“What?! Two?! Hey, are you running a loan shark operation?! So petty! I made this—”

“Half,” Cang Xiaoxi cut in bluntly. “And before I made it, could *you*?”

“Mmm… well…”

Struck right where it hurt, Jikuhir fell silent.

Biting her lip, she stared at the ice-crystal dagger in her hands—shimmering, irresistible.

True to her Dragonkin bloodline’s love for all things shiny.

Temptation won.

Head bowed, voice tiny: “Fine… two for one.”

“Hehe. Thank you for your patronage.”

Negotiation dominance: secured.

Seeing her dejected look, Cang Xiaoxi felt a flicker of guilt—*she looks so young*.

But survival left no room for softness.

Besides… in his eyes, Jikuhir was a centuries-old “legal loli.”

Who knew what schemes hid beneath that innocent face?

Frankly, he’d gone easy—business negotiations with his father had sharpened far harsher tactics.

Smiling faintly, he prepared to claim his prize.

But—

“Oh! Almost forgot. Did you catch how I used Dragon’s Eye? Need me to demo again?”

“Eh?!”

*Demo again? Is she serious?*

Staring at Jikuhir—eyes wide, zero guile, genuinely worried he hadn’t learned—Cang Xiaoxi’s unshakable heart wavered. Just a trace.

“No… I got it. Th-thanks.” He barely steadied his voice.

“Really?! Phew! I was worried—if it failed once, what then? I rarely use Dragon’s Eye… second try might not work.”

“I-Is that so…”

*Why say that?*

Facing such raw sincerity, doubt crept in. *Was manipulating her step by step… wrong?*

As the billionaire’s son, he’d faced endless flatterers with hidden agendas.

A girl like Jikuhir—intent clear, no masks—was a first.

*Am I overthinking? Should I trust her?*

“Hey! A little gentlemanly? I’ve called you *twice*!”

Jikuhir had crept right up to him.

Her soft, pouty complaint snapped him back.

“Ah—sorry. Zoned out. What did you say?”

“Don’t act like you didn’t hear! *Twice!*”

Cheeks puffed, she shot him a very loli-appropriate glare.

Then slumped with a sigh. “Ugh. No matter how mature we talk… you’re still a kid. My bad. I’ll repeat my question.”

*She’s 233 years old—can’t stoop to a pre-puberty brat’s level.*

Clearing her throat: “Who *are* you, really?”

“…”

“Hey! Silent again? I’ll—”

“Wait. How does your loli-brain work? You *already* asked that!”

“I did. You didn’t answer. So I ask again.”

*Persistence turns loli into elegant beauty.*

Holding that creed sacred, Jikuhir wouldn’t swerve.

Cang Xiaoxi was speechless.

But clues clicked: her mind was startlingly direct.

Call it airheaded. Call it single-minded.

No wonder betrayal came so easily.

“Sigh. If I don’t answer… you’ll keep asking forever?”

“Obviously! Persistence pays. I *will* wear you down.”

She sounded utterly reasonable.

Yet it only confirmed: Jikuhir was a stubbornly straightforward loli Dragon Sovereign.

“I surrender,” he sighed. “Bare minimum. About who I am.”

“YES! Knew it!”

*No, no—you misunderstood completely.* (Mental facepalm.)

Cang Xiaoxi couldn’t tell: genius or genuine fool?

Just as he decided to admit *“I’m from another world…”*—

“What was that?!”

A shriek tore from the forest depths. Lightning split the crimson-streaked sky.

Trees toppled in rapid succession, racing toward them.

Dust billowed.

It emerged.

“Awwooo~~~”

Fangs pierced lip to nose. Wolf-like fur gleamed under moonlight.

Earth’s closest match? A wolf.

But *massive*.

“Whoa—what *is* this?! Zero intel!” Cang Xiaoxi clicked his tongue inwardly.

Not a demon. His fragmented world-knowledge confirmed that.

*Useless. Damn low-version settings~—can’t even pull enemy data.*

“Your Majesty… what’s this ‘puppy’ called?”

The beast snorted earth-shaking breaths, advancing.

Cang Xiaoxi stepped back beside her—the self-proclaimed strongest native *should* know.

But Jikuhir stayed silent.

He turned.

“No way… Why is a *mythical* creature here?! Shouldn’t it be extinct?!”

Shock etched her face. Legs trembled. Fear raw.

Yet her words held reverence…

*Fenrir.*

An ancient being, like the old Dragon Sovereigns.

A Boundless Realm legend—Jikuhir’s lifelong dream to witness.

Yet all she felt was terror.

“Grrr… ROAR!!!”

“Run!”

Jikuhir snapped awake, silver wings flaring. She yanked Cang Xiaoxi mid-sentence—

A blinding white light swallowed the forest behind them.

“Damn it—faster! Don’t bite your tongue!”

Magic surged into her wings. Wind roared. Scenery blurred.

Gasping, they escaped the light’s reach.

“Safe… for now.”

Inside a rocky cave, Cang Xiaoxi watched the distant forest collapse. *This world’s horrors… real.*

“Hey. You okay?”

Jikuhir panted heavily, flushed.

“I’m fine! Just… *cough*… flew fast…”

Classic loli bravado. She looked wrecked.

Seeing his savior—compassion, long dormant, stirred faintly in him.

“Drink. Slowly. That destructive husky won’t follow.”

*(No name? Fine. “Destructive King” suits that husky perfectly.)*

“Thanks.”

She gulped the last water he’d grabbed while fleeing.

Gulps echoed. Droplets traced her jaw to her collarbone.

Too exhausted for Dragon Sovereign dignity.

And with the last swallow—

Intel on Fenrir, the so-called Wolf King, finally surfaced.