Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

The Sewing Body was like a "mother" entity that could control the actions of all its incarnations.

All the embodiments of the Sewing Body were, in essence, parts of its main body.

When Zhou Baiyu first activated "Kuang Xun's Great Predecessor's Troubles", his only thought was to acquire the memories of this Sewing Body Apostle to inadvertently learn something about a "major event".

In his view, some sort of collaboration between the Sewing Body and the Night Demons might lead to terrible events in the future.

But what he hadn't anticipated was...

The Sewing Body on its own formed an army, the so-called power of the Sewing Body... appeared grand and formidable, as if thousands of troops were thundering forth.

But, in fact, it was all just one person, the Sewing Body.

All the messengers of the Sewing Body were parts of itself.

To others, these "messengers" appeared autonomous which is why no one suspected the truth. A secret that the Sewing Body didn't even try to hide was almost unknown.

Therefore, when Zhou Baiyu activated "Kuang Xun's Great Predecessor's Troubles" — the object of the memory exchange...

was the Sewing Body itself.

Kuang Xun's Great Predecessor's Troubles, this buff holder, could activate memory exchange three times. After activation, it chooses the nearest person within range and forces a memory swap.

Zhou Baiyu chose a piece of worthless memory.

But to others, children living in misery, the mundane memories of a child who grew up in a harmonious family with excellent parents... could be an unattainable treasure.

Memory exchange was very dangerous.

Especially this kind of memory exchange made it very difficult to notice the traces of the swap...

It made one truly believe that these were authentic experiences that happened to oneself.

Of course, being hard to notice does not mean it can't be detected. For Zhou Baiyu and the Sewing Body...

they both felt the dissonance of this memory. Because for both of them, such a memory was impossible.

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Far away, in a region that reached a corruption level of S, the Sewing Body Demon Lord had a recent clash with the increasingly powerful and threatening White Witch, Bai Ling.

Despite still viewing the White Witch as no match for himself,

he desperately wanted to absorb her.

Not just the White Witch, the ambition of the Sewing Body... had already transcended to a higher level—

to surpass the level of Demon Emperor and become a god.

However, today, as the Sewing Body awaited news from the hunting fest...

he suddenly completely froze for nearly fifteen seconds.

In those fifteen seconds... he seemed to have had a long dream.

"Mom, don't go easy on me, I haven't even used the ripple punch."

"What do you mean 'go easy'! My child is exceptionally talented! It's just that I can't beat you anymore."

Holding the Sega controller, the Sewing Body looked at the mother he had absorbed and suddenly felt confused.

What am I doing?

Why am I here?

After a brief moment of confusion, the Sewing Body seemed to remember that he had a perfect family.

His dad was a gloomy but profound man, his mom was loud but also funny.

He never worried about what to eat or wear; his parents had already arranged everything.

At school, although he was quite popular, he always felt he couldn't play well with other kids... because they were too obedient, too easy to manipulate.

It seemed all too easy for him to make them cry or laugh. That's why it was hard to be friends with them.

But it didn't matter, the love his parents provided was more than enough, and he was sufficiently interesting as a child... he didn't need those friends.

At that moment, the Sewing Body, playing a game he had never played before, felt somewhat bewildered.

Expertly manipulating the controller, outside in the living room, his father sat in a rocking chair with headphones on, listening to a symposium.

The wind stirred the curtains, streaks of sunlight shone into the living room, and his mother's laughter made the Sewing Body show a captivated expression.

"Mom?"

The Sewing Body had never seen his mother reveal such an expression.

He yawned, as if this memory was a boring one in his life.

But he felt it wasn't right to yawn, not right at all... as this was a scene he wouldn't even dare dream of.

Because his last real impression of his mother was a burst... of the scent of flesh.

After all, his parents just needed one face each; he remembered sewing his father and mother's faces on his left shoulder and right arm.

If his parents had ever shown the smiles from this moment's memory... he would have definitely never sewn them in!

He suddenly showed an angry expression.

But the mother in his memory merely smiled warmly:

"Hungry, huh? Let's stop playing then. I can't beat you anyway. What would you like to eat?"

"Bring out those two crabs; this kid has been thinking about them." Apparently, his father's headphones were never on; he had actually been listening to everything going on inside the house all along.

It's all fake!

The Sewing Body had already realized that he was probably being mentally invaded.

Is it a Desire Demon? No... not right, the Desire Demons in the hunting fest are only major demon standards, and this level of realism isn't something a major demon-level Desire Demon could achieve!

And how could a Desire Demon construct such a beautiful memory?

Fake memories, it's better to rip them apart.

These beautiful things only make people weaker!

That's what the Sewing Body thought, but he just couldn't lift his arm; he couldn't convince himself to kill the woman in front of him.