Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

What kind of feeling was that?

Number Three never thought there would be anything in this world she could call clean.

In the eyes of Number Three, this world only contained the Demon Emperor, corrupt species, food, and two perverted colleagues.

Yes, particularly perverted colleagues.

The first colleague, prim and proper, had her thinking he embodied "gentleness" when she first met him.

Only later did she realize he was a smiling tiger, a complete pervert when getting down to business—speaking softly while opening up monsters' viscera and stirring their intestines.

He was the kind who, during those days each month when he had a "bloody whim," would look at her with bloodthirsty eyes, the demon wearing human skin.

That was Reverser Number One.

In Number Three's view, Number One was such a being who, except for not screaming hysterically, was virtually indistinguishable from monsters, demons, devils, and the like.

But was Number Two normal?

No way, Number Two wasn't normal either.

Number Two seemed to be devoid of fear, yelling boisterously whenever they encountered various ugly and frightening monsters on missions, charging at them like a dog smelling honey, puffing and huffing all the way.

She had seen Number Two shouting, "Hahaha, this monster is so ugly, its ugliness is truly unique," while charging at the monster like a raging rhinoceros and then, regardless of its tough armor... she'd start gnawing at its neck.

That was Number Two.

All three Reversers were monsters who had been raised by the seven Demon Emperors and had survived countless killings.

Obviously, there were no normal beings in the eyes of monsters.

So when true gentleness appeared before Number Three, she was somewhat startled.

It was as if something in the depths of her consciousness, once hers but now unrecallable, was being awakened bit by bit.

And Zhen Shi, who had caused all these changes... just smiled at her.

Even succubi would find it hard to charm the three Reversers.

Lust demons, succubi, terror demons had all tested the three Reversers before. The utterly perverted Number One not to mention, even Number Two could only be influenced when entities of the Demon King's level were deployed.

Number Three was the weakest, but certainly not someone whose mental defenses could be easily breached.

However, all this was predicated on the Reversers feeling the attack.

Seducing, arousing desire, instilling fear, in essence, it was all a form of mental invasion.

If it really was a mental invasion, Number Three surely could have resisted.

But Zhen Shi...

Never intended to do so in the first place.

He just carried bok choy, pea tips, potato noodles, fried tofu, shiitake mushrooms on his bike, looking unbelievably ordinary.

The wind blew through his relatively long and messy hair for a boy, then he revealed a gentle smile.

Without any fluctuation of psychic energy, Number Three definitely didn't feel any psychic invasion.

Yet she couldn't look away.

Zhen Shi even leaned on his bike and slowly approached Number Three.

"Where do you come from?"

Zhen Shi thought she was a Forerunner, but he remembered Baiyu had said Forerunners were ordinary people in the real world.

Even Baiyu, as formidable as he was, couldn't contend with Hao Yun in the real world.

Number Three cocked her head, curious about humans like an animal:

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"You're cute. By the way, are you hungry?"

Cute?

Such an ancient word. In the terminology of the seven Demon Emperors, the greatest value of humans lay in being useful.

Only by becoming useful could one earn the right to live.

"No... I'm here to kill. I have to kill lots and lots of people! I want to bring back more heads than Number Two!"

"Kill, kill, kill, kill! Hee hee, I'm the most talented one!"

Recalling the pleasure of the hunt, Number Three abruptly drew the knife from behind her back.

In that moment, her killing intent skyrocketed, a powerful gust spreading out from the girl at its center, creating ripples all around.

Zhen Shi's hair grew messy in the wind as he watched her knife descend upon him and remarked:

"Ah, what a cool knife, looks heavy too. You're really amazing. Though you're still not as great as my sister."

Huh?

Number Three suddenly stopped.

Where was the fear? Was this man also a monster? Like Number Two, one of those perverts who got more excited the closer to danger they were?

Number Three, baffled, stared at Zhen Shi, whose eyes remained clear.

Seemingly oblivious to the fact that the knife was meant for him, he was like a white deer dancing in front of a lion.

Number Three had killed many prey.

Humans, corrupt species, demon race traitors, Forerunners...

None of them could truly be calm before death unless... they knew they wouldn't die or were unaware of their impending death.

Number Three couldn't imagine that this man truly couldn't feel her malice, could he?

"Just now...didn't you feel any killing intent? You're a corrupt species; you couldn't possibly not notice, could you?"

"I did feel it, but I can't dodge, can I? Although I don't know where you're from, you must have come from a far place. I don't want you to feel any hostility, and I don't want to be your enemy."

Zhen Shi extended his hand, his eyes crinkling into a smile.

Disgusting! Disgusting! Disgusting!

Number Three inwardly screamed in disgust. Due to Number One's behavior, she felt repelled by this sort of softly spoken speech, or rather, "gentleness."