In the darkness of a young girl's room, a strange and unsettling transformation was taking place. The wall, once solid and unremarkable, now bore the eerie visage of a man, his face a grotesque blend of concrete and malice. As the man's form emerged from the wall, he began to materialize fully, his human shape becoming increasingly defined.

Lam surveyed the room with a predatory grin, his eyes drawn to the soft pink decor—a stark contrast to his own cold, calculated demeanor. His fingers trailed over the delicate pink bedsheet with an unsettling gentleness, as though savoring its texture. He then turned his attention to the sleeping girl beside him, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled the faint, sweet fragrance that lingered in the air.

"Um... not bad," he murmured, his voice a soft caress against the stillness of the room.

The girl, stirred by the unfamiliar presence, slowly began to open her eyes. Her surroundings seemed unchanged; the room was as she had left it. She blinked in the dim light, the heaviness of sleep still clinging to her.

Lam, however, was not so easily deterred. As he continued to approach, the girl's awareness sharpened. Her senses heightened, and she felt a chill of dread. Before she could fully comprehend the danger, the wall behind her rippled, and Lam's face appeared once more, a sinister reminder of his uncanny presence.

In an instant, the girl's instincts took over. Her eyes shot open wide, and with a surge of adrenaline, she grasped the short knife resting on the bedside table. With a swift, desperate motion, she thrust the blade towards Lam, who was now close enough for her to reach.

Fireworks of sparks erupted as the knife made contact, but instead of the expected blood, the blade met a surface of stone. The knife left only a shallow white cut on Lam's chest, the rest of his body seemingly impervious to harm.

Lam's expression remained one of eerie satisfaction as he observed the blade's ineffectual impact. "Pretty, pretty reaction," he said, his voice laced with mock admiration. "It seems this lady knows very well how to protect herself."

The girl's eyes widened in shock as she beheld Lam's petrified form, her hand still trembling from the exertion of the attack. What was this creature before her? The sight of his stone-like body and the curved blade that had done no real damage left her bewildered and frightened.

"What exactly is this?"

"Help… mmm!"

The girl's desperate cry for help was muffled as the man's hand clamped over her mouth, silencing her pleas. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her fear palpable as her eyes widened in terror.

The door to her room was suddenly flung open with a loud creak. Her father burst into the room, calling out in alarm, "Daughter!"

Lam's lips curled into a disdainful smile. "Whoa, that's really pointless," he said with a sigh. His demeanor remained calm and unperturbed as he addressed the intruding figure.

Without a moment's hesitation, Lam's hand shot out towards the wall. The wall itself seemed to respond to his command, shifting and undulating as if alive. Before the father could fully comprehend the danger, a stone pillar erupted from the wall, narrowly missing him.

Lam withdrew his hand with an air of nonchalance. "Sir, I think this level of warning is enough, don't you?"

The girl's head shook furiously, her tears flowing freely. Lam observed her with a peculiar mix of pity and amusement. He raised a hand to gently caress her face, his touch surprisingly tender as he wiped away her tears.

"Don't be like that. I'm just using a special method to invite you to dinner. You don't have to be so afraid of me."

He continued with a hint of mockery, "Of course, I don't want to hurt anyone, including your beloved father. But whether or not I do is entirely up to you."

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Lam gestured towards the father. "You see, if I hadn't intentionally missed him, that gentleman would have been skewered as well."

The father, now fully grasping the danger, roared in fury, "Let my daughter go! What's the matter with you? Come at me instead!"

Lam's demeanor shifted to one of cold disdain. "No, no, I'm not interested in men. My interest lies in beauty."

He turned his gaze back to the terrified girl, his eyes narrowing with intent. "So, this beautiful lady, what is your answer?"

"If you dare to harass my daughter, I will call the police!" the father's voice was filled with desperate rage.

Lam's face hardened, his patience wearing thin. "You should know your place. I'm asking about the lovely girl, not you. Don't you want to stay alive?"

With that, Lam's hand plunged back into the wall, the stone shifting ominously around him. The girl, caught between fear for her father and her own dire situation, suddenly shouted out, "I accept it!"

A satisfied smile spread across Lam's face. "An elegant decision, indeed. But I've had a change of heart."

He turned his attention back to the father, his expression growing colder. "I find keeping that gentleman around troublesome. To avoid any further disturbances, I'll send him off to meet my acquaintance in hell."

"No!!!"

Outside the window, a Raven appeared, its dark feathers ruffling against the cool night air. Lam turned his head, irritation clear in his eyes. "Hey, hey, hey, bird. Do you have nothing better to do than follow me wherever I go?"

The Raven transformed into a young girl with an ethereal grace, slipping through the open window and landing lightly on the floor.

"Didn't Lord say I need to seek my own value to improve?" she said with a hint of irony. "It seems I've found it."

Her gaze sharpened as she continued, "By sticking with you, I've come across countless innocent girls, tormented and longing for vengeance."

A bitter smile played on her lips. "Initially, I thought you were just another creature of your kind. But after absorbing so many personal emotions, my perspective has changed... Now, I find the urge to kill you quite compelling."

The girl's eyes flashed with a troubling intensity. "The screams of those girls echo in my mind, demanding your death."

"Honestly, it's quite annoying."

With that, her hands morphed into Fish-Man double claws, sharp and menacing. She lunged at Lam, aiming directly for his head.

Lam's reflexes were quick. He bent backward with fluid precision, narrowly avoiding the deadly swipe. "Even if you're dressed like a pretty girl, I don't relish the idea of fighting you. But if you insist on attacking, I won't hesitate to rearrange those feathers of yours."

"You're welcome to try," he added with a smirk, stepping back and preparing for the next move.

The Raven girl surged forward, her claws slicing through the air with lethal intent. She leaped into the air, aiming to rend Lam apart with a vicious swipe.

Lam sighed, unimpressed. "What a stubborn lady,"

Lam extended his hands, displaying ten rings, each a different hue. They were crafted from various materials—iron, steel, diamonds, meteorites, graphene, and more. Each ring gleamed with its own unique luster.

He selected a diamond ring, sliding it onto his finger. The diamond's brilliance intensified as it settled into place.

"Diamond," Lam stated with a casual finality.

In an instant, his body became colorless and transparent, resembling a gleaming piece of glass.

The Raven girl's claws slashed at Lam's ethereal form, but they barely made an impact. The sharp tips of her claws were worn down, leaving only the faintest scratch on his surface.

Lam's body returned to its normal appearance, his smile widening. "Physical attacks won't do much to me. Chino's claws are impressive, but they're hardly a match for my defenses. He's just the weakest among us."

The Raven girl observed this with a mix of surprise and respect. She retracted her claws, turning her hands back to their original form. "Your power is formidable," she conceded.

Lam's smile grew wider, a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes. "My body's toughness is only matched by my resolve."

"Ah, malice," the Raven girl muttered, a look of distaste crossing her face.

The brief but intense confrontation had left the room in disarray. The girl and her father were visibly shaken, the atmosphere heavy with lingering tension. The chaos—from Raven's entrance to the fierce skirmish—had unfolded in less than five minutes.

As the commotion settled, the girl on the bed, still reeling from the ordeal, blinked at the two figures before her. Her voice trembled with a mix of fear and confusion. "You... you guys continue..."

Lam and Raven exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment of their shared animosity. "Even though we'd rather not admit it," Lam said with a smirk, "we're, in fact, from the same group. Our quarrel is personal, but since you've seen us, we have to align with the Lord's will."

Raven nodded, her expression betraying a hint of regret. "Indeed. We're sorry for the trouble."

She reached into her coat and retrieved a small vial of liquid, its contents swirling with an unsettling sheen. The liquid was Queen Bee's body fluid, a substance with dual effects: it could control the mind or transform individuals into women. The choice of transformation, however, rested solely with Queen Bee herself. For public figures, whose transformation would attract undue attention, the fluid's mind-control properties were often employed instead.

"Come here," Raven instructed, her tone firm but not unkind. "Drink this."