Bizarrely shaped ancient ruins stood utterly dilapidated inside and out—not a single spot intact.
Moss-like stains, silent witnesses to deep antiquity, crept across the stone, whispering centuries of history at a single glance.
How long? Cang Xiaoxi had no idea.
He lacked archaeological knowledge, and his mind held zero intel about this place.
If not for that silly husky causing a ruckus nearby, he’d have stayed days to study this potential archive of the world’s past—maybe even uncover secrets unknown to the locals.
“Well… after I leash up that pup, I’ll come back another time.”
He pulled his focus from the mysterious ruins.
To ensure the plan with Jikuhir proceeded smoothly, he began work.
But first—there was one thing Cang Xiaoxi absolutely had to do…
“Dragon’s Eye, open on!”
Striking a completely meaningless pose, he let out a shout dripping with chuunibyou flair.
In an atmosphere guaranteed to kill the mood, a faint blush tinged Cang Xiaoxi’s cheeks.
“As expected… kinda cool, huh.”
As the saying goes: youth isn’t youth without a touch of chuunibyou.
Every boy and girl has had that phase—imagining eyes housing an Evil King’s True Eye, or a right hand sealed with a wicked dragon’s power.
Now that his eyes truly held power? How could he *not* indulge?
Truth be told, it was just a tactic to ease the awkwardness. After all, this was something unimaginable just yesterday.
Wielding this unexpected power, he gazed at the yellow-green earth beneath his feet with aqua-silver eyes.
To truly begin a brand-new second life—if not now, then when?!
“Alright, let’s go!”
A power-charged fist sliced the air downward. Before skin even brushed soil, a crater thirty to forty meters wide—astonishing even to Cang Xiaoxi—yawned beneath him.
In the Boundless Realm, power had no standard measure.
Even unused, that magic was undeniably real.
If mere leakage caused this much destruction… what would mastery bring?
“I’m gonna be OP as hell!”
Clenching his small yet infinitely potent fists, Cang Xiaoxi’s gaze hardened with resolve.
He placed the Arcane Artifacts—knives, daggers—he’d brought into the pit’s base, infusing each with extra magic to heighten their quality.
When those ran out, he crafted disposable ones. Soon, the entire pit brimmed with enchanted traps.
A trap lethal enough to drop an elephant on Earth—surely unmatched anywhere.
“But… will it even trap that silly husky?”
Not to kill. To contain.
Stepping back, Cang Xiaoxi eyed the magically saturated pit with quiet worry.
Wolf King Fenrir possessed magic rivaling his own—a being, per Jikuhir, beyond common sense.
Ideally, it would kill Fenrir; if not, at least trap it.
This was Cang Xiaoxi’s first true combat—against a near-equal opponent. Anxiety was inevitable.
Add another layer? Multiple safeguards?
Cautious by nature, he left no room for error.
But time had run out.
“HEY!!! Cang Xiaoxi! You didn’t ghost me, right?! Ready or not?!”
They’d arrived.
After leading that silly husky on a walk, Jikuhir guided it here.
No more hesitation. Cang Xiaoxi plunged Jikuhir’s ice-attribute dagger into the earth. Frost bloomed across the air, sealing the pit with a fragile sheet of ice.
The husky-trap was finally set.
At that moment, Jikuhir—Dragon Sovereign dignity long gone, wings flapping wildly as she burst through the treeline—delivered the husky to the site.
“Hmph. Credit where it’s due—you kept your word.”
Spotting Cang Xiaoxi waving from a hidden rock crevice, a trace of joy lit Jikuhir’s face.
Pure relief he was here.
She darted forward, landing soundlessly while suppressing her aura to near-zero.
The loli and the shota stood silent, watching Fenrir sniff the air for its vanished target.
“Hey—traps all set?”
“Yep. Sealed the entrance *and* tossed in your magic-infused dagger.”
They whispered confirmation. So far, flawless.
If Fenrir acted on husky instinct—mistaking Jikuhir for inside the pit and stepping in—the plan succeeded.
Hearts pounding, breath held, they watched Fenrir’s every twitch.
But Fenrir wasn’t *just* a husky.
It paced the pit’s edge, circling, refusing to step in.
Concern tightened both their chests.
Lips moving in silent sync, they mentally chanted: *Go down… go down…*
Alas, reality wasn’t that kind.
Fenrir seemed to smirk: *You want me to jump in? Nope. I’ll just haunt this edge. Infuriate you. Infuriate you.*
Jikuhir fidgeted. “I’ll be the bait. At this rate, we’re both doomed.”
That noble, self-sacrificing idea—so chuunibyou it hurt—stirred again.
Cang Xiaoxi nearly flicked the Dragon Sovereign’s forehead for sheer denseness.
Then—shift.
Fenrir, that silly husky, finally awakened to its destructive calling.
Head low, sniffing left, right…
It stepped forward.
A small step for Fenrir. A giant leap for husky-kind.
“Awooo~”
““It worked!””
A tremor shook the ground as the Wolf King plunged into the trap.
