Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

In the dead of night, within a residential compound, the sudden sound of a shattering glass bottle erupted.

Bang! The crisp noise was somewhat piercing in the dead of night.

Zhang Zhiqiang knew that it was the sound his well-behaved daughter feared the most.

As long as he shattered the liquor bottle, even if it was money she had earned with her life, she would hand it over.

That was the way it was between this mother and daughter.

When Haoyun was young, he had used this very bottle to repeatedly smash it onto her mother's head.

As the bottle shattered, so did her mother's skull, pleading frantically in pain, while Haoyun stood by, too frightened to even cry out, afraid that the bottle would smash onto her head as well.

This was the nightmare of Haoyun's childhood.

When she was young, all she wanted was to escape from that remote place.

In this world, there is a saying—the higher the divorce rate, the more equal the relationship between men and women.

This saying might not be entirely correct.

But indeed, there are some places where the divorce rate is very low, not because every family is happy and harmonious, but because the status of women there is very low. Even their thinking is extremely outdated.

Haoyun grew up in such a village.

And it was because of this, no matter how Zhang Zhiqiang abused her and her mother, this family that should have been broken up managed to always exist.

The neighbors around them also took it all for granted.

The men there were despicable, and the women were pitiable, yet at the same time, they were equally detestable.

After her mother gave birth to a son, she completely neglected Haoyun.

As Haoyun grew older, everything that happened in the house seemed to be… her mother bossing her around, her father beating her mother, then her brother defending their mother, leading their father to instead beat Haoyun.

It seemed like there was never a shortage of beer bottles at home, each time she saw her father bringing home a bottle, she would instinctively tremble, scared.

Later on, Haoyun left that place, but the fears of her childhood could never be dispelled.

The feeling of being a burden, as if just existing in this world was a nuisance, tormented her constantly.

And oftentimes, we might leave a place, yet we cannot escape a way of life.

Haoyun once thought that by leaving her hometown, she could embrace a new life, but every time life seemed to get better, it seemed like it was just preparing her for an even worse future.

She had once tried to use the money she earned to change her parents' impression of her, to make them realize that a daughter could also be useful.

But she underestimated the deep-seated notions of that place. That was her only attempt, after which she could no longer muster the courage to try making her parents value her.

And her parents? When her father ran out of money for alcohol, he would come looking for her with a bottle in his hand.

Even if she was drunk herself, the fear and pain from a bottle smashed against her forehead would sober her up instantly, then swiftly overwhelm her with fear.

Even now, sometimes after hanging out at nightclubs and returning home, she would inexplicably feel scared, then quickly lock all doors and windows.

As for her mother, the harm she inflicted was no less than that of her father.

She naively thought she stood with her mother until one time, after her father had beaten her mother, he commanded her mother to beat her.

Without any hesitation, her mother picked up a broom and beat her fiercely.

Her drunk father clapped and laughed on the side, while her mother let out an ingratiating, hysterical laugh.

It was then that Haoyun realized that in such a place, in such times, there were still women who believed that pleasing men was "keeping a woman's virtue."

After leaving that remote place, although her mother wouldn't physically abuse her like her father did, she would torment her mentally.

Previously, Haoyun never chose to hang around nightclubs.

She worked at an insurance company, doing telemarketing. Although it was tough, she felt she had found a reason to live.

But later, her mother showed up at her workplace, and in front of everyone at the company, called her heartless, called her an ingrate.

She acted like a middle-aged woman making a scene, crying, shouting, causing a fuss, emitting a sharp and piercing noise.

It was all to demand tuition money for her brother.

Haoyun really wanted to cover her ears.

As she watched her mother's lips continually move and listened as she spoke the most malicious words in the local dialect, only one sound remained in her mind.

Bang!

It was the sound of a beer bottle smashing onto her soul, as if leaving a gap in her life that couldn't be filled.

She cowered in the corner, clutching her head and sobbing. She felt like she had done something wrong, only begging her mom to stop scolding her like that.

Such events had happened many times.

If it wasn't for her friendships, Haoyun might have given up long ago.

After leaving that remote village and moving to a new city, Haoyun had made her own friends. But later, even her best friend suffered an accident.

Her life always seemed like this: every time a bit of good fortune appeared, it was followed by greater misfortune.

Now, she had met Baiyu.

Actually, when Baiyu asked her if she believed in miracles, she really wanted to say she did.

But she was afraid. Afraid of getting too carried away, afraid that by feeling thankful to fate, her life would once again plummet.

Bang.

The sound of terror snapped Haoyun back to reality.

A beer bottle smashed onto Haoyun's forehead. Although it didn't leave any marks, such an attack couldn't possibly cause her any harm...

Yet she was still overwhelmed by the pain remembered in her memory.

Zhang Zhiqiang was continuously cursing, with one single purpose—to get money.

But those words were too vile.

In the past, such words would have saddened Haoyun, but she gradually adapted. She feared the sound of a beer bottle breaking, yet she slowly cared less about the verbal insults.

But today, she felt particularly desperate because of one sentence.

"You worthless whore, not even the Lee family from Jinyang county would take you, claiming our family status doesn't match theirs! You are nothing but a damn loss!"

Bang.

Another beer bottle shattered.

She would naturally be fine, but she still stood there, dazed, as if stunned.

She had planned to call Baiyu over, but suddenly, she just couldn't make herself take the next step.

Unwanted and a financial loss, improper status and mismatched households. Each word painfully punctured her heart; Haoyun burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

It seemed that those words shattered all the beauty she had experienced today.

Yes... Improper status, mismatched households.

She can never escape these people, so why bring such a miserable life to Baiyu?

Why let Baiyu witness this scene?

They were people from two different worlds, moreover... she had already turned into a monster.

Like someone who had always been walking on ice, seeing the other shore at that moment, only to suddenly realize the ice beneath had fractured.

Bang, bang, bang!

The cracking sound of the ice and the smashing of the beer bottles overlapped, as if heralding the arrival of despair.

Haoyun ripped open her denim jacket, her angry gaze fixed on Zhang Zhiqiang.

Looking at this man, defined as her father, like a loathsome insect. A surge of endless rage exploded in her.

All crimson eyes opened wide.

These eyes, upon hearing the sound of shattering, seemed to suddenly receive sufficient nourishment and wildly expanded, multiplying...

Before long, Haoyun's entire body was covered with crimson eyes.

The crimson eyes were dense, enough to make anyone with trypophobia faint on the spot.

Under the watch of countless eyes, Zhang Zhiqiang sobered up from the alcohol immediately.

"Monster! Monster!! Ahhhhh... Help! Help—"

If the sound of breaking glass was the sound Haoyun hated most, then at this moment, the sound of flesh tearing...

Slither—

That was her favorite sound.

The splatter of fluids and organs made the entire house filthy and stinking.

Looking at herself in the mirror, her face full of eyes and hair still growing...

Haoyun gave a grim smile, the next second, her eyes turned cruel and violent.

At the same time, a terrifying domain unfolded with her at its center.

And the domain was a power that only a demonic lord of decay could wield.