“Little sister, what are you saying?” Gao Yang's palms were sweaty, and his heart pounded fiercely. He still thought about resisting, but reason told him: this time, there was no way to escape.

Afraid? Of course he was.

What does a three-thousandfold increase in luck even mean?

Before, Gao Yang and his four companions together couldn't defeat the Hair Monster. But now, the girl in front of him—if she could still be called his sister—was three times more dangerous than the Hair Monster!

Conclusion: certain death.

Strangely, more than fear, his chest was filled with regret, frustration, and sorrow.

Why was I so careless?!

Why did I let her see that talent chart?!

Why didn’t I just memorize it and destroy it immediately?!

"Don't be scared, brother." Gao Xinxin's voice was calm, tinged with a trace of helplessness and sadness. "It'll be quick."

*Bang—*

Gao Yang couldn't see what happened. He just felt a sudden tightness in his throat, his back slamming hard against the wall, pinned by his sister's slender, pale arm at his neck.

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He struggled to pry her fingers off, but they wouldn't budge. The soft little hands he had held so many times were now harder than steel.

Those small hands could easily crush his neck, but they didn’t exert more force. She was supremely confident, leaving no room for resistance.

"Sis...sis..." Gao Yang could no longer speak, tears streaming down his face.

His sister paused, then smirked wickedly. "Come on, don’t make that sad face. Show a little fear, won’t you? Otherwise, how will I enjoy killing you?"

"Why..." Gao Yang's voice carried a faint plea. "Why must we kill each other? We could still be family..."

"Big brother, you're mistaken." She pursed her lips. "First of all, we’re not killing each other. This is a one-sided hunt."

"And secondly, you *are* my brother," she said gently. "I've always been your sister. Even though you’ve awakened, even though I must kill you, that won’t change. Tomorrow, when I wake up, I might forget all this. I’ll cry for your death, and I’ll miss you forever, truly... Even now, I can hear my heart crying. You’re my favorite brother."

"I don’t understand..." Gao Yang was utterly bewildered.

"You don’t need to," her eyes grew colder. "Awakened ones like you always die trying to understand everything."

"Brother, farewell."

"Wait!"

"Hmm?"

"Before I die... one last question," Gao Yang gasped. "What kind of beast... are you?"

She didn’t answer, instead studying him with an inscrutable gaze. Under the moonlight, her delicate face remained as pure as ever, her body showing no signs of "beast transformation."

"You want to see my true form?" she smiled shyly, almost bashfully. "But I think, since you're about to die, it’s better to remember me as I am now."

The pressure on his throat increased.

"An Ignorant Beast?" Gao Yang continued, "A Wrathful Beast... a Greedy Beast... or a Deceptive Beast..."

When he mentioned "Deceptive Beast," her fingers paused slightly on his throat.

It seemed he was right.

Gao Yang knew nothing of this kind of beast.

But he couldn’t die here.

"Sister..." Hot tears slipped down Gao Yang's flushed face. "I’m sorry..."