In the human town.
A young woman with a black umbrella strolled down the street, trailed by two beauties not far behind in looks. But all eyes locked on the leader.
Not just her face—her outfit.
Clothes make the person. Even a plain Jane can shine with the right threads.
What, too ugly for that? Slap on a mask—one that hides the whole face!
The eye-catcher was Filo, rocking what Bingpo called the “Dark Night Princess” fit, her original design.
Filo’s lips twitched when she saw it. Dark Night Princess? Bullshit—this was straight-up Gothic Lolita!
Feminine as hell, but compared to the JK uniform? Way less extra. And somehow, it was weirdly magnetic.
After some mental wrestling, Filo caved and put it on.
Haha, no choice—my other clothes are trashed! Not like I wanted to wear it!
Self-hypnosis engaged. Filo didn’t know the goddess rigged this vibe.
Goddess: Turned into a girl and not wearing girly clothes? No way~
Hidden effect: Shame for cute clothes slashed by 99%.
Filo resisted the JK uniform’s 1% shame—it was still too much. But Gothic Lolita? Longer skirt, dark vibes—way easier to stomach.
“Master, what’re we doing here? I know Central City, I can guide you!” Bingpo said, dragging her suitcase up.
“Slow down, Bingpo. We’ve got a mission, sure, but no need to speedrun. Let’s treat the journey like a vacation—calm, salty fish life’s my creed,” Filo said, twirling her umbrella.
“Got it! Master’s mindset is next-level,” Bingpo nodded, hyping her up.
Filo glanced at her, sighing.
“Why the sigh, Master?”
“Bingpo, know what we’d call you back in my world?”
“What?”
“Lickspittle.”
Bingpo blinked, confused. From the side, Chiyan piped up, “Master, we’re dragons, not dog clan. One swipe, we’d crush who-knows-how-many dogs.”
Chiyan’s dead-serious reply made Filo the awkward one.
Explaining “lickspittle” was tough—and might tank their favor. Pass.
“Not what I meant. You’ll get it someday,” Filo said.
“Gotcha, Master!” Bingpo chirped.
“…”
What’d you get?!
Bingpo whipped out a notebook, jotting down “lickspittle” with a satisfied nod, tucking it away.
As she looked up to say “sorry for the wait,” she saw tall figures blocking Filo’s path.
Filo, salty fish as ever, eyed the roadblockers.
About 1.8 meters tall, towering over Filo, Bingpo, and Chiyan’s 1.5-1.6 meter frames.
“Gentlemen, need something?” Filo tilted her head, voice crisp and alluring.
Her voice only hyped them up more.
Filo got it—most guys couldn’t resist her. Past-life her would’ve been just as flustered. Male hormones, man.
Filo locked eyes, unfazed. Stunning from afar, insane up close.
“Hey, little lady, come with us… pfft!” Before they finished, Bingpo and Chiyan blitzed forward, no warning, fists flying.
“Touch Master? Courting death!!!” Dragon scales flickered on their cheeks. The men, defying gravity, shot back from the impact.
Bang!!!
They smashed into a wall 100 meters away, leaving massive holes.
“Don’t worry, Master, we held back!” Bingpo said, rubbing her fist.
Filo knew—no explanation needed. Level 600+ powerhouses? Full force would’ve been overkill.
At 500+, their air-battle nearly trashed her house from a distance. These normie guys? No need for max power.
“Don’t be so reckless. You know they can’t touch me,” Filo said, stepping between them.
“Understood, Master.”
Their scales faded, reverting to normal human beauty mode.
Filo nodded. They strolled on like nothing happened, as if the wall-crashing dudes weren’t there.
If not for the men embedded in the wall, holes and all, people might’ve thought it was a hallucination.
Passersby nervously pulled the guys out.
“Yo, bro, you good?”
The man stirred, face swollen—one punch to the jaw.
“You okay? Squeak if you’re fine. Need a hospital?”
“Whimper, whimper whimper…” He mumbled, barely able to squeak.
A passerby sighed, patting his shoulder. “Bro, learn from this. Don’t mess with hot girls, especially top-tier ones. Next time, a punch won’t be the end of it.”
Tftc!