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Mengdie gasped for breath, her arms, which should have been muscular, now appeared so delicate and slender. She couldn't believe these were really her arms! Standing up, a gust of wind from the countryside lifted her long hair. Looking at her feminine, soft long hair, Mengdie's dissatisfaction surged again.
An air blade appeared in her palm. She grabbed her hair and sliced it off in one motion! The weight behind her head lightened immediately. With a smile of destructive desire, Mengdie laughed cruelly, snorted, and tossed her long hair into the air.
But then...
Something strange happened! Before the hair could scatter in the wind, it reattached itself to Mengdie's head as if knowing its way back home. In less than five seconds, her long, pitch-black shiny hair reappeared behind her.
"Damn it, what the hell is this?!"
Determined, Mengdie cut it off again. But as soon as she let go, the hair reattached itself perfectly. Later, Mengdie hardened her heart and, while cutting her hair, summoned a fire spell, throwing the hair into the flames!
It should work this time, right? But to her dismay, her hair seemed completely immune to fire. In five seconds, every strand reattached itself. The hair was even more lustrous than those in TV commercials, without a hint of burning!
"Hmph, how could I forget. Impervious to water and fire."
Frustrated by her unsuccessful attempts, Mengdie felt dejected. She sat dully in a small grove by the road leading to the city, watching people coming and going from the city, uncertain about what to do next.
Looking closely, she really appreciated the architectural style of this world... The city looked so big, and the walls were solid. Built along the mountain, rising in layers along the mountain roads, no wonder she kept going uphill and downhill when she blindly wandered in the city earlier.
Then, looking at the castle built on the mountain top. Wow, quite majestic. The white building emanated a symbol of royal power, with a flag featuring a waning moon on a black background fluttering above the castle. It seemed to be the national flag of this country.
"Hmm... I'm a bit hungry." Mengdie touched her rumbling stomach and stood up helplessly. She wouldn't be this hungry if she hadn't vented her anger so intensely. With her level of cultivation, she could usually solve hunger with a meal every three days.
"Sigh... In my rush to get out, I didn't bring anything. Wonder if there's any money in these clothes."
Thinking this, Mengdie began searching the pockets of her peasant clothes, but found nothing. Just when she thought she might have to dine and dash, she felt a pendant-like object around her neck.
"What's this? I shouldn't have had any ornaments when I died, right?"
Mengdie wondered as she took out the pendant. Soon, a beautifully carved heart-shaped ruby necklace appeared in her hand.
"A necklace? A NECKLACE!!! What does that damn King of Hell think, giving me a woman's body and then a necklace?! Does he really think I'd like this kind of thing after becoming like this——!!!"
Filled with endless hatred towards the King of Hell, Mengdie yanked off the necklace and threw it far into the depths of the forest. Only when she saw the necklace disappear among the dense trees did a slight smile of relief appear on her lips.
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Mengdie stretched lazily, looking at the castle and the city. The hunger in her stomach grew louder. She touched her stomach, deciding to deal with other matters after resolving her hunger. Thus, she walked out of the grove and onto the main road, heading towards the nearby city.
Her mood didn't improve much along the way. The way people looked at her, as if they were seeing a rare animal, and their lustful gazes made her skin crawl! Now, she somewhat regretted making her body look like this and adding so much natural color to it! If she had simply created a male body, wouldn't everything be much better? Damn it, still staring? Believe it or not, I'll gouge out your eyeballs! Keep staring... keep staring...
"Ouch!"
Just as Mengdie and the passersby were silently fuming at each other, someone suddenly bumped into her back. At the same time, a delicate voice came from behind. Soon, a little girl about twelve or thirteen years old, wearing patchwork clothes and with short orange-red hair, passed by her from behind.
Mengdie paused, surprised that she had no sense of alertness when the girl bumped into her. Could it be... a master?
Mengdie clenched her fists and watched the girl with a serious expression.
Whether the girl was a master or not, she also seemed startled when she saw Mengdie. However, the shouts of two burly men from behind quickly turned her expression back to fear.
"&％￥#@!"
"#％###％￥％@@！！！"
Mengdie turned around to see two men in tank tops, each holding a boning knife, approaching. Seeing these two men, the girl seemed terrified and hid behind Mengdie, pleading with the men. However, the negotiation didn't seem successful. The men approached with knives, ready to strike. The girl, scared, hid behind Mengdie, continuously begging her.
Sigh... Just arrived here and already encountering this...
Mengdie shook her head, then put on a smile, joined her hands together, and performed a Buddhist greeting.
"Friends, this is a public place. The villagers are all watching. Can we put aside our differences, find a place to sit down, have a drink, eat some food, and then talk calmly?"
She was hungry and would gladly mediate over a meal and drink.
However, the language barrier made this suggestion naturally invalid.
Mengdie shook her head, knowing this approach was futile. She was hungry and didn't want to fight. But as she was thinking of a solution, one of the men stepped forward, emitting a lewd laugh. This laugh made Mengdie gradually abandon her reluctance to fight.
The two men stared at Mengdie, constantly talking. They pointed at her chest and waist, and drooled over her face countless times. One of them, thinking Mengdie was an easy target, grabbed her chin, lifted it forcefully to look at her, and then combed her hair with his calloused hands. The smoothness of her hair made him laugh even louder and comb even harder.
Their behavior finally reignited the fading anger in Mengdie. She didn't act immediately but coldly watched them touching her. The girl who had been hiding behind her was terrified by the scene and kept tugging at Mengdie's clothes, trying to get her to run away. Mengdie ignored her.
"Little sister, what does 'Kerulu' mean?"
While listening to the men's talk, Mengdie suddenly turned and asked the girl.
"Keru... Kerulu?" The girl repeated, and Mengdie nodded eagerly. However, the girl seemed not in the mood to explain and, unable to pull Mengdie away, she ran to a nearby tree and peeked out worriedly.
Mengdie had heard the word "Kelulu" several times already. Just now in the bathroom, the BL who offered her roses had said this word to her many times. Now, these two burly men were admiring her, continuously uttering "Kelulu". Even when they occasionally stopped saying it, she could still hear something resembling "Kelulu" in their pronunciation. Thinking about it, it must be a variant of the word.
"￥###&Kelulu#￥#&!"
"@##@! Kelulu％&@@!!!"
The two burly men pointed at Mengdie, repeatedly saying this word... Alright, it's obvious, this word must mean "woman" or something like that, right? Very well, very—well—! You both think of me as a woman, huh? Just for that, I don't need to be polite to you!
Just then, the burly man on the left reached out with his salty left hand, lewdly reaching towards Mengdie's chest. Mengdie snorted coldly, raised her left hand to block, flicked his arm away, and simultaneously struck his armpit with her palm! In an instant, her attack hit its mark, her fingertips deeply piercing the joint of the human body, then withdrawing and retracting her hand. This series of actions happened in just a brief moment; probably the burly man hadn't even realized he was attacked before half of his body would be completely paralyzed.
The effect was evident. The burly man, holding his now paralyzed left hand, jumped to the side, unbelievingly looking at Mengdie. His left hand would be unusable for a long time, and the lack of balance in his body would inevitably lead to him falling.
That was what should have happened...
But then, an absolutely unimaginable scene occurred! The burly man who was struck in the arm suddenly shook his left arm, shouted loudly, and stretched out his left hand to grab Mengdie again! At the same time, he raised the knife in his right hand, aiming the handle at Mengdie's temple, apparently wanting to knock her out first to then enjoy himself!
Mengdie was stunned; she never expected her strike to be ineffective. Her left shoulder was suddenly grasped by the burly man. When the knife handle was about to hit her temple, Mengdie suddenly woke up! Stepping forward, she pushed with both palms, heavily slamming into his abdomen!
"Oh no! I accidentally used eighty percent of my strength; with their physique, they could die!"
Mengdie quickly retracted her palms, but it was obviously too late! The burly man would surely die on the spot, just like that large hole, blown to smithereens!
Mengdie took a nervous step back, intending to immediately treat the burly man. But then, something strange happened again! The burly man, who should have been either dead or severely injured and unable to stand, actually squatted on the ground for just about ten seconds before standing up again, raising his sharp knife and stabbing at Mengdie without hesitation!
"What's going on? What the hell is going on?!"
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