Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

After imagining the situation in her head, Wan Zi became even more wary of Zhang Haoyun.

It seemed as though at this very moment, Zhang Haoyun had become a power in this world, just like the Stitching Demon Lord in her own world, who subdued countless humans with his formidable strength.

That must be it! That's why the people around her behaved normally when faced with the rotten Zhen Shi!

Wan Zi believed her deduction was entirely reasonable and logically consistent.

"Indeed, this is a dangerous place, definitely not version 1.0... So even if I don't encounter the forerunner, even if I don't kill a forerunner, that should be okay, right?"

"I was intimidated by the powerful rotten, forced to stay in her territory, eating one fish... Two fish! Never mind, I'll eat all three fish, there should be no problem with that, right?"

"Because I can't beat her after all!"

Zhen Shi would never have guessed that while the two women were on edge, viewing each other as threats, Wan Zi had already become a mature snitch, learning to justify her actions to herself.

Anyway, having found a reason to avoid fighting, Wan Zi ran to the kitchen to watch Zhen Shi cook.

But soon, she fell into a new worry. There were only seven hours left, and one had already been used.

But she... really didn't want to leave here at all.

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Time rewinds to last night.

In a certain part of the southern district. In a photography studio, the photographer Qian Ji was taking photos of a client.

"This will be your last look, please take good care of this photo."

Qian Ji handed the photo to a woman.

"But remember, this is a taboo matter, I hope you won't spread the word, as being discovered will have a very negative impact on you, but no effect on me, for I am merely the spokesperson of God."

"God allows you to change your current life, this is a gift from God to you, you should always remember the care the God of Trade and Choice has for you."

"You must worship this god every day with the utmost devotion."

The woman nodded:

"I... I understand, can I really become my best friend?"

"Of course, this is a trade, you forfeit your life to take hers, it's fair, isn't it?"

Fair?

Qian Ji actually knew that by today's societal values, this was unfair.

When she was younger, the woman looked down on this and that, believing that her best friend was wasting her youth by marrying an ordinary man.

But the best friend didn't think there was anything wrong, she believed that the fact this man loved her was enough.

During this time, the woman herself had several relationships, but always broke up over various dissatisfaction, whether it was because the man wasn't over 1.85 meters tall, because he didn't have an annual salary of over half a million, or because his job wasn't a permanent position.

Latterly, her best friend and her husband's careers took off, and their wealth grew exponentially. The best friend's husband also increasingly acquired the qualities of a business elite.

The woman was secretly jealous... Why did God give such a good man to her best friend? Did she deserve it?

Now, approaching thirty and still unmarried, with more matchmaking attempts than Zhou Baiyu, she still fantasized that one day she would have her moment of triumph in life, that a discerning handsome man would come for her riding a rainbow cloud.

Of course, she knew it was just a fantasy.

An accomplished-nothing woman and another woman with a happy family on the way to financial freedom... Is swapping lives really fair?

But Qian Ji didn't care.

For him, this was just business.

What he had to do was follow the Pantheon's command... to enable more and more people to achieve "freedom."

"Her hair, her body fluids, blood, saliva, any of those will do, or even... Ha ha, in any case, you need to collect these things. After that, your body will belong to me, but you... will have a new life."

The woman asked:

"You, you're really not deceiving me, right?"

"Of course I'm not deceiving you. But remember what I said, keep it secret, everything must be kept under wraps. Even though I was the one who approached you."

"You've seen it on the internet, that incident where the daughter came to possess her mother's memories, to be frank, that client was very foolish, and it will bring trouble for her, I hope you will learn to protect yourself."

Qian Ji lifted his head, put down his camera, and very seriously cautioned:

"And one more thing."

"What?"

"The exchange can only happen once, and once you choose, you can't regret it."

"Can I choose to become... the wife of a richer man? I want to become Musk's daughter..."

"In theory, yes, but the connection between you two is too weak, you must have a certain level of relationship before you can. Unless you manage to gain her friendship."

To complete the exchange ritual, one had to completely expose oneself to Qian Ji.

So Qian Ji knew very well that the woman's so-called mate selection standard ultimately only had to do with money.

Of course, that's just the current state of affairs, it has nothing to do with gender.

Qian Ji's favorite was the inner contradictions of these guests.

There's an old saying, you're afraid your friend suffers, yet you can't stand to see them drive a Land Rover, seeing a friend doing better than you is more unbearable than killing you.

This woman was exactly like that. When they were both down and out, she was willing to give all her clothes and cosmetics to her best friend.

But once her friend actually started doing well... she became the one who was most envious and most distressed.

Now, with the chance to take everything from the other person, as the best friend, she became the one with the strongest desire to plunder.

This was envy.

"Alright, I got it... I'll get her hair, her blood, hahaha... I'll become her!"

Thinking of snatching away everything her best friend had, the woman got excited.

Qian Ji appreciated such a smile, knowing that he had completed another deal.

Not long after the woman left, he began to look for his next prey.

"Do you want to swap lives with the person you envy?"

"Are you dissatisfied with your life? Have you ever thought that everyone starts from the same starting line, and you have worked very hard, so why should others be luckier and achieve what you can't in a lifetime?"

"Don't you want to change all that? Don't you want to take everything away from others?"

"Come contact me. I'll help you defy fate, take his life, swap lives with the successful, and from that point on, climb to the peak of life!"

This was an advertisement.

The absurdity of this advertisement was on par with me claiming to be Emperor Qin Shi Huang, and I'll appoint you as the Grand General if you're 50 and kowtow to me.

But in this world, envy was always prevalent.

Qian Ji's abilities were still weak; he could only swap the lives of people with deep bonds.

But as more and more people engaged in such trades and more began to worship that god, the contamination would continue to expand.

Eventually, his powers would grow stronger, allowing life swaps on a greater scale and across many types of bonds.

A close colleague, secretly vying for the top. A classmate who is inferior in every way but has a rich father. Or a best friend who marries a good man despite being incompetent...

Or even someone terminally ill, wishing they could relive a lifetime as someone's child...

In such a world, he was never short of customers.

Even though these ads looked like a blatant announcement: "I'm a scam artist, contact me to be scammed."

Soon, Qian Ji received a message.

"Hello, I saw your ad, and even though it seems fake, I still want to ask, does it cost money?"

Qian Ji smiled:

"There you go, the bait's already hooked."

Gathering enough bodies as offerings for the ritual was the task given to Qian Ji.

Qian Ji replied through email:

"Of course not, but I must inform you of some precautions that are not suitable to discuss online, they need to be communicated in person. If you're willing, please provide your name and contact information to me and tell me about your relationship with the person you want to swap with the most. After I've thoroughly looked into everything, I'll choose whether to contact you."

"Okay, my name is Zhou Baiyu, my phone number is 156xxxxxxx... Hmm, the person I want to swap with the most is a soft and sweet girl named Ling Hansu."

"A woman? Are you sure?"

Qian Ji was encountering such a customer for the first time.

"Yeah, being a man is too tiring, isn't it better to be a wealthy second-generation heiress? She's so dumb, I'm so smart, why should she be born into such a good family?"

"Besides, what's wrong with liking to dress as a woman? Nobody dislikes that, right?"

Seeing the response, Qian Ji felt there was nothing wrong; he seemed a bit out of touch with the contemporary youth.

But no matter, he would investigate. As long as the target met the criteria, there was no problem in accepting the task.