The person in the mirror, even though dressed in an extremely ill-fitting white shirt and boxer shorts, still couldn’t hide that breathtakingly beautiful appearance and alluring figure. A head of wavy blonde hair cascaded down, evoking an endless wheat field.
However, this woman seemed vaguely familiar…
“Wait? Could this possibly be me?”
Mu’en suddenly realized, then became even more stunned.
What’s going on?
What should I do?
How do I fix this?
How did I suddenly turn into a woman?
After a brief flurry of existential questions, Mu’en instinctively reached out, feeling those large, perfectly shaped assets capable of stirring endless fantasies in men.
Hmm… the sensation is quite nice.
But there was no real feeling in the chest—just the odd sensation of two water balloons hanging in front.
“Of course, it’s fake, right?”
Mu’en couldn’t help but sigh in relief.
To suddenly turn into a woman in the world of Feng Ao Tian novels would be terrifying; it would likely lead straight to the protagonist’s harem after becoming a fallen woman.
Just thinking about having to dress up beautifully, wear heavy makeup, and compete for affection in Ariel’s harem… ugh. Any chaos or drama that arose from that would leave both the harem and yuri factions utterly speechless.
“So, this is the effect of the potion? Changes into a female appearance?”
Mu’en rubbed his chin and pondered,
“That’s why it couldn’t work on the senior.”
Thinking about this, Mu’en couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved.
Thankfully, the potion’s effects were slow, and he turned like this in the dorm. If it had happened in front of the senior, with her devilish personality, it might have turned into his own beauty transformation extravaganza right on the spot.
Thinking of the senior walking toward him with skirts and a wicked wolfish grin, Mu’en couldn’t help but shudder.
“It seems morning exercise is out for now, back to bed for a bit.”
Mu’en estimated that the potion’s effects would last a while longer, so he decided to catch a little more sleep.
Fortunately, the fear from the premonitory dream had been somewhat diluted by this unexpected event.
“With so many things happening already, surely nothing unforeseen will happen again right?”
…
…
“Student Ryan, could it be that you’ve never been liked by a girl until now?”
In the dark room, Ryan sat silently, deep in thought.
Even after all this time, Mu’en Campbell’s words continued to echo in his mind.
Like a curse, causing him to wake up in the middle of the night, preventing sleep.
But—
“This is in the past!”
Ryan raised his head, his eyes blazing with fervor in the darkness.
“To answer why—because I have already found my true love!”
As he spoke, he stood up and opened the wardrobe in front of him.
Inside the wardrobe were nothing but men’s underwear.
Densely packed, stacked in layers, in various styles—men’s underwear!
Ryan cradled a pair of underwear, a look of bliss on his face.
“The great God of Love has already taught me the meaning of true love.”
“Therefore, I no longer need those so-called women.”
“Don’t need them!”
Ryan’s fervent cry rang out as he slammed the wardrobe shut, then locked it up tightly.
Finally, he left the room.
Outside the room, many Muscle Men were waiting silently.
“Let’s go.”
Ryan said,
“I’ll take you to find Mu’en Campbell.”
…
…
“Boom!”
Mu’en had just climbed into bed, not even warm under the covers yet, when a violent explosion came from afar.
“What’s happening?”
Mu’en jolted upright, his face filled with shock as he stared out the window.
An enemy invasion?
No, no.
There is the event of an enemy invasion coming in a month, it’s not this.
“It’s thunder, it must be.”
Even though the weather was clear outside, with visible stars, it must be thunder, no doubt.
My leisure lifestyle hasn’t begun yet.
There’s no reason it would end so soon.
Mu’en nodded vigorously as if trying to convince himself.
Then he pulled the covers back over and attempted to sleep again…
Sleeping like a ghost!
That was clearly an explosion at the school.
And judging from the location, it’s near the teacher’s quarters!
There are quite a few strong people there, many professors live there, who the heck is invading so fiercely, jumping straight into hell difficulty?
Mu’en flipped out of bed, preparing to at least put some clothes on. After all, his current attire of shirt and boxer shorts, combined with his female appearance as a cute big-breasted girl, would be problematic if seen by anyone…
Boom!
Another explosion sound.
This one was very close.
Very, very close!
Close enough that the splinters of wood and flying rocks almost brushed past Mu’en’s nose.
“Damn it—”
Before Mu’en even had time to fully express his shock and anger, the next scene froze him in place.
—Out of the smoke shrouded area, surged a mob of buff muscle men in tiny underwear.
These muscle men all sported shaved heads, their muscles resembling wild bulls, their skin coated with some kind of liquid that gleamed under the dim lamplight.
Bulgaria.
King.
Uh huh.
♂.
Mu’en’s mind conjured up some peculiar phrases.
If it were just one muscle man appearing in front of him, Mu’en might have appreciated him like a bodybuilding champion.
But all at once, way too many…
Mu’en felt his eyes hurt.
What the hell is this crap!
A gathering of fitness trainers?
“Is this the place?”
Clearly trained professionals.
Swift, silent, and highly efficient.
They smoothly surged into this not-very-wide single dormitory, swiftly took control of all the entrances and windows, leaving no escape route for the person inside.
At this moment, a particularly hulking muscle man, who had to duck even just entering the room through the blasted hole, calmly scanned the room with an indifferent expression.
His gaze paused on Mu’en, his eyes flickering for a moment, but quickly moved away, looking elsewhere.
Not finding the person he was looking for, the High Priest frowned in dissatisfaction and asked his attendant:
“Isn’t this Mu’en Campbell’s room? Where is he?”
“This is indeed Mu’en Campbell’s room.”
The only muscle man dressed appropriately scratched his head bewilderedly.
On seeing him, Mu’en couldn’t help but widen his eyes.
Ryan!
What’s he doing here?
Ah, no, it’s like he doesn’t look out of place being with this group of muscle men.
But the issue isn’t that, it’s…
Their target seems to be me?
But the potion has disguised me so they haven’t recognized me as me?
“I don’t care about the accuracy, but the issue is, where is Mu’en?”
The High Priest once again glanced around the small room, not missing even the darkest corners. Still not finding the target he was looking for, furious, he pointed at Mu’en: “Besides this blond beauty, where is Mu’en Campbell in this room?”
“But…”
Ryan still looked perplexed.
This is undoubtedly dorm 526, right?
Since they are on the same floor, how could he have made a mistake?
He turned his gaze toward Mu’en.
The moment his eyes swept over this unfamiliar blonde beauty, he paused for a second, then a sudden realization hit him, and he revealed a look of comprehension.
Mu’en felt a tightening in his chest.
Did he figure it out?
“I get it!”
Ryan slapped his knee.
“This Mu’en Campbell is a playboy, so this woman is his girlfriend! She must know where Mu’en Campbell is!”
“Is that so?”
“That’s right, it must be.”
As he spoke, his expression immediately turned malicious:
“Bringing a girlfriend secretly back to the dorm, this is too… outrageous! What kind of conduct is this, ignoring the school rules?”
So, dragging a bunch of naked men into the dorm doesn’t violate school rules?
Mu’en involuntarily criticized in his heart, but then hesitated.
Bringing men into the boys’ dormitory doesn’t seem to really violate the school rules.
…
“So that’s how it is.”
The High Priest nodded, as though endorsing Ryan’s thought.
Then he turned and looked at Mu’en.
Even though they were several meters apart, he decided not to approach closer, asking coldly,
“Miss, could you please tell me where Mu’en Campbell is?”
Feeling it unusual to speak from such a distance, Mu’en twitched the corner of his mouth, lowered his voice, pretending to be a lady’s voice, and forced out a smile,
“That… I… I don’t know.”
“Really? Aren’t you his girlfriend? He wouldn’t leave his girlfriend alone in the dorm, would he?”
“I’m not his girlfriend. I’m… I’m…”
Mu’en rapidly thought and explained, “I’m his younger sister. I’m just temporarily staying in his dorm tonight, so I don’t know where he’s hanging out either.”
“That’s strange.”
Ryan furrowed his brow:
“The Campbell family isn’t a single heir, right? Where does Mu’en Campbell get a sister from?”
“…”
Damn it, has the sparsity of the Campbell family grown so well-known that everyone knows?
Mu’en’s lips stiffened slightly, quickly changing his words,
“Cousin, I’m his cousin! I just enrolled at St. Maria this year and am still in the first grade; it’s normal no one knows about it.”
“Ah, I see.”
The High Priest nodded, showing no suspicion about Mu’en’s claim.
After all, the golden-haired beauty in front did have some resemblance to the portrait of Mu’en Campbell.
Compared to being his girlfriend, being his cousin did seem more credible.
“But since she’s his cousin,”
The High Priest’s expression turned cold once more. “If necessary, she might also be able to play a decisive role in making Mu’en Campbell surrender. Some of you, go tie her up.”
“Yes!”
Ryan accepted the order and, holding a rope, gradually approached Mu’en.
Mu’en caught his breath slightly.
His hands moved discreetly behind his back, clenching a small fruit knife he had grabbed from the table earlier.
Should I make a move? Should I make a move? Should I make a move…
Even though facing so many muscular male companions, his chances of winning were slim, but getting captured like this wouldn’t do either…
“Hmm?”
Caught in his internal dilemma, Mu’en couldn’t help but tilt his head, showing a look of confusion.
Because Ryan didn’t come straight and tie him up; instead, he kept walking back and forth around Mu’en, as if hesitating about something. His gaze occasionally swept over Mu’en, especially his chest, where the buttons seemed to bind the curves, making it appear that much more noticeable. The instant his eyes fell there, the face full of harsh lines turned slightly red.
“Um…”
Ryan scratched his head and turned back, embarrassedly saying to the High Priest,
“High Priest, I’ve never touched a girl, you know? I heard women’s bodies are very soft. Would they break if I apply even a little bit of force?”
Are you some kind of innocent boy from the countryside who blushes at the sight of a girl?
Mu’en was stunned speechless by Ryan’s shy words.
And it didn’t stop there.
Looking at the seemingly tough, iron-hearted man who could presumably stay unflinching amidst rivers of blood, after hearing Ryan’s words, his face turned slightly red too:
“I haven’t touched a woman either, so I don’t know.”
Mu’en: “…”
What kind of organization is this?
The Association of Innocent Boys Supporting Each Other?
Wake up, innocent boys with innocent boys will never gain experience with the opposite sex, and you will end up without girlfriends this way!
“What should we do?” Ryan asked.
The High Priest frowned, looking around: “Among you, has anyone had contact with a woman?”
“No.”
All the muscular men shook their heads together.
Joking, touching cows would violate the doctrine, they would be burned to death. How could they have ever touched a woman?
Moreover, the so-called Church of True Love only needs beer, dumbbells, and the sweat and groans of men to survive. Where does a woman fit in?
“Let me handle it.”
At this moment, like a messiah destined to appear just when the world is about to end,
A rather young-looking muscular man stepped forward.
He took out some handcuffs, his expression solemn as if he was making a vow to marry after this battle: a soldier stepping forth for combat.
All the muscular men silently watched him, as if they were witnessing the birth of a hero.
The High Priest couldn’t help but reveal an approving look.
With such a member willing to sacrifice himself without hesitation, how could the True Love Church not prosper?
The young muscular man approached Mu’en.
Mu’en looked at the hand cuffs in his hand, considered for a moment, then decided to cancel the idea of acting now—hiding the fruit knife behind his underwear, he cooperatively stretched out his hands.
The young muscular man held his breath, carefully locking the handcuffs onto Mu’en’s hands.
However, try as he might to be careful, his hand could not avoid touching Mu’en’s hand.
The hand that, in his view, belonged to a woman.
So,
It was as if someone had spilled dye on his head—his face instantly turned red all the way to the neck.
His heart beat violently in his chest, like a husky that had been indoors for a month and finally was allowed to run freely outside.
Even Mu’en could clearly hear his heartbeat.
“I…”
The young muscular man stumbled a few steps backward, feeling the lingering softness on his fingertips. He covered his chest, looking dazed.
After a brief hesitation, he looked at Mu’en face and said softly with a trembling voice, “Mom, I think I’ve fallen in love.”
Damn.
You’re loving a ghost! You’re just shy because you haven’t had much contact with girls!
Mu’en had no idea what to say after hearing his words.
He’s loving, are you from kindergarten?
Should I…
The next moment.
Before Mu’en could finish his thoughts, his eyes widened in shock.
Because right in front of him, blood sprayed out.
The young muscular man, who still looked shy and bewildered, was suddenly beheaded in front of Mu’en’s incredulous eyes.
So sudden.
Hot blood splashed all over Mu’en’s face, staining his white shirt with fierce red spots.
The young muscular man’s head rolled to Mu’en’s feet. His eyes were wide open, unpeaceful.
The High Priest wiped the blood off his large blade and chuckled,
“Another dog who defied the doctrine.”
Gurgle, gurgle…
The High Priest’s voice barely faded.
The corpse of the young muscular man began to squirm, the flesh seeming to have gained its own consciousness. It twisted and tore away from the bones and skin that had once confined it, revealing glimpses of internal organs and tendons, but looking more like countless wriggling worms. They climbed up the body of the High Priest and then into a thick scripture that the High Priest was holding in his hand.
The scripture faintly emitted the sound of enjoying the consumption of flesh.
And in less than ten seconds, what remained in front of Mu’en was nothing but a skeletal frame wrapped in withered skin.
Mu’en felt an icy chill.
At this moment, he sensed once more the familiar, unnerving presence emanating from the scripture.
Only then did he truly understand why these muscular men had come looking for him.
They were followers of that corrupted Love God he had mocked and obliterated not long ago.
To say the grudge had escalated to a level even greater than cursing his horse.
Although, given that the evil god doesn’t have a horse, he would probably very much want to kill Mu’en, explaining why he had wasted two precious seconds to learn human language just to hurl insults as he left.
Mu’en was aware of the severity of attracting the wrath of an evil god and had been preparing for it.
But he didn’t expect…
The retaliation to come so fast!
Following the usual plot, after the protagonist angers the antagonist, wouldn’t the antagonist at least give them some time to grow stronger?
Otherwise, if the protagonist gets slapped to death in one hit, how does the story even progress?
But how many days have passed?
Not even half a month, right?
Does your meddling spirit have no boundaries?
—Ah, I’m not the protagonist, so I guess it’s irrelevant.
“Hmm? Why do you look so scared?”
The High Priest glanced at Mu’en curiously.
“Because… someone was killed right in front of me.”
Mu’en struggled to keep his trembling legs steady, forcing out an ugly smile,
“For a delicate little girl, isn’t being scared normal?”
“… Is that so?”
The High Priest stroked his chin thoughtfully, “I don’t know much about women, are they really such fragile creatures?”
Normal men are fragile too, damn it! Hadn’t it been for seeing Eluka’s transformation earlier, I might have already been down on my knees.
While Mu’en smiled faintly at the tall muscular man called High Priest, signaling his weakness and asking not to be noticed, he slowly retreated.
Don’t panic, Mu’en, don’t panic yet.
The minds of those infested by the corrupted love god are usually impaired, their twisted love having invaded much of their rationality. So these muscular men likely haven’t realized that he is actually Mu’en yet.
Hang on, look for an opportunity to escape.
Even if surrounded by these muscular brothers and can’t escape, this is St. Maria Academy, with continued patience, surely someone will come to the rescue!
“Then let’s continue.”
The High Priest put away the scripture, loudly giving orders to the surrounding muscular men, “We must find this Mu’en Campbell who has defiled the god, then sacrifice him to the Great God of Love!”
“Sacrifice to the Great God of Love!” The muscular men passionately responded as if they paid no attention to how one of their own had turned into food not long ago.
…
…
“Wait, I don’t want to be waited for like this!”
On the rooftop, the wind was howling.
Mu’en’s face was filled with despair, as he was forced by the High Priest’s blade to stand on the railing by the edge.
Bright lights shone below in the dormitory area.
Accompanying the sharp alarm sounds, various magical or device-made lights lit up the night as if it were day.
Terrifying explosion sounds along with the shrieks of junior students intermittently echoed.
Many muscular men were causing destruction everywhere.
The dormitory area was in complete chaos, junior students, never having seen such a situation, scattered in all directions.
But within the chaos, Mu’en could faintly see some familiar shapes moving against the crowd, joining the battle.
And in a further distance, there were reinforcements from the seniors rushing toward here.
Except for the cowards who fled and the still unknown reason why the teachers haven’t arrived yet, all the people from the academy were gathering toward this dormitory building.
A lively scene, indeed.
And at this moment.
In the gaze of Mu’en’s lifeless gaze,
The High Priest also stood beside him, then slowly raised his…
Magic Amplifier!!
“Mu’en Campbell—”
A huge voice reverberated.
In an instant,
The bustling scene below fell silent.
Looking upward, everyone could see the giant muscular man, and beside him, that particularly eye-catching, oddly dressed blonde beauty.
Wow, what a stunning blonde beauty.
The moment all eyes shifted this way, despite standing in the cold wind on the high rooftop and barely clad, thus frozen like a dog, Mu’en felt his cheeks burn hotter than ever.
Please,
Stop looking.
Please don’t look at me.
I beg you, don’t look at me.
…
…
“Is it Mu’en Campbell again? What trouble did he cause this time?”
Ariel was wielding a giant sword larger than her own body, striking down the charging muscular men.
She then raised her head and looked in the direction of the voice.
That look of slight irritation upon hearing the name Mu’en Campbell immediately turned serious.
“I need to go save that beauty.” Ariel said firmly.
“Huh—”
Lia, who was supporting Ariel with constant faith of holy light, exclaimed in surprise,
“But, there are so many enemies over there, is that beauty someone you know, Ariel?”
“No, I don’t know her, but I feel slightly annoyed just because she seems to be related to Mu’en Campbell.”
“But—”
Ariel stroked her smooth chin seriously,
“Her beauty kind of hits my preference, I can’t just leave her like this.”
“Even though I’m here as her childhood friend, you’re paying attention to other women, Ariel, that’s too much!” Lia shouted in tears.
“I’ll be back after obtaining a Communication Stone frequency!”
In the moment, Ariel had already dashed out, leaving Lia to reluctantly follow.
…
…
In the shadow where the light didn’t reach, a graceful figure darted between the trees, flexible and sway as a snake.
Suddenly stopping, standing on a tree branch, and gazing at the stunning blonde figure on the dormitory building.
“Junior?”
A distant beam of light illuminated a face with a seductive charm.
“Is this the effect of that potion?”
Anna’s eyes revealed comprehension, and immediately that understanding transformed into a captivating smile that swayed the heart.
“As expected of Junior Mu’en.”
Anna’s lips curved, her beautiful eyes slightly bending, highlighting the tear mole at the corner of her eyes more alluring.
“Always keeping things entertaining.”
Saying that, Anna turned back into a swiftly moving shadow, dashing towards the dormitory building.
…
…
“Even resorting to taking hostages?”
In the Student Union room, Celicia was watching the brightly lit dormitory area in the distance, with an expression as icy as water.
She couldn’t believe that the academy, protected by the third great ritual, had actually been infiltrated by outsiders.
“Wrong, with the protection of the third great ritual, the academy is impossible to be invaded by someone who can only bully students. Hence…”
The third great ritual has already shut down?
Why?
Could it be due to the change brought by Pink Bear?
Or could it be, the truth he was unwilling or unable to say due to some silencing pact?
Celicia’s eyes flickered.
Nevertheless, she, the student president, couldn’t just ignore it at this time.
Even though she was puzzled why there had been no sound from the teachers and professors since the initial explosion, handling that might currently be beyond her reach. For now, let’s clear out these disgusting bugs.
Celicia stood up, intending to go to the dormitory area.
But just after taking two steps, noticing something, Celicia froze.
Her gaze turned serious.
“Wei Er.”
“Y-yes.”
The sound came from beyond the door.
“Take the Student Union’s elites, clear out those dormitory bugs. Remember, prioritize the safe rescue of the hostages.”
“Yes.”
Wei Er answered strongly but with a hint of confusion, asked,
“And what about you, President?”
“You proceed, I have something to handle.”
“Alright.”
Trusting Celicia completely, Wei Er did not ask more questions and quickly left.
After Wei Er departed, everything was silent again.
An intense silence.
It was as if all the noise had been stripped away from the tiny room, and Celicia could only hear her accelerated breathing.
She looked down at her feet.
From the corners of the room, where shadows were projected by the moonlight, they twisted and stretched towards her. However, they stopped less than twenty centimeters from her foot by a thin layer of ice.
The shadows hovered around the ice, like wolves ready to hunt for prey.
“Huff—”
After the suffocating silence, another person’s breathing was heard in the room.
The bony figure shrouded in a dark robe, holding a dim lantern, looked at Celicia with an expressionless face, his voice laced with sincere admiration,
“Never thought I would be discovered so early by the Princess. What a pity, oh what a pity, if only it had been a little later, the third princess of the Empire would have perished here today.”
“I didn’t expect…”
Celicia raised her eyes, with her pale blue eyes as icy as ten-thousand-year-old ice.
“Two groups of the followers of the Evil God would come to St. Maria Academy at the same moment.”
Through the window,
From Celicia’s perspective, the bright moon had inexplicably turned a cold blue.
And under the blue moonlight filled with deathly stillness, it seemed all the shadows in the world had become grotesque demons.
Evil God.
Silent Moon!
