Chapter 42: Perfect Race

Guess what the hell it is? Even if I’m mixed-blood, I’m still the human Great Sage, for crying out loud. When have I ever been treated like this?

“Blood? Blood Clan?”

“Nope.”

“Huh?! Not that?!”

Filo’s quick denial threw the Great Sage for a loop. Not that? Sure, she didn’t want to believe this cute little girl was Blood Clan, but races similar to humans are rare, and Blood Clan’s one of the closest.

“Then, werewolf?”

“Do I have that much fur?”

Filo pouted. She’d met werewolves among the folks who trashed her place—covered in white fur, arms and face all shaggy. Way too dense, total eyesore.

The Great Sage’s mouth twitched. She wanted to explain that werewolves aren’t always furry—fur shows up in combat mode, just like how Blood Clan sprout blood-red wings in battle.

Well… not all Blood Clan. Mid-tier ones at least; low-tier don’t get wings.

The Great Sage then guessed a few more human-like races, but every single one was wrong.

No way she’d guess right—Filo shot down the real answer. Humans and Blood Clan are sworn enemies, right? Admitting her race would be like self-destructing.

“You, what the hell are you…”

“Stop guessing me. Your turn. You’re mixed-blood, right? Mixed with what race, and why’re you cozying up to us?” Filo lounged on the sofa, one foot propped on the other leg, striking a total boss pose.

Gotta keep the swag. Sure, she couldn’t win a fight, but worst case, she’d chug some blood for a few minutes of full-power mode.

[Skill: King’s Aura activated.]

Without even realizing it, Filo triggered the King’s Aura skill tied to her King Candidate title.

Not just the Great Sage—Bingpo and Chiyan beside her got caught in it too. Even with Filo’s stats at just “9999+,” she unleashed a full-power vibe.

Gulp.

Three simultaneous throat-swallowing sounds. Bingpo and Chiyan weren’t scared but tensed up. The Great Sage shot up from the sofa, stepped back, but—oops, sofa’s right there—thud, she plopped back down.

The Great Sage’s face flushed red, bashfully lowering her head, lips pursed.

Thankfully, this move came from her female form. Not to be sexist, but if the old, white-haired, bearded Great Sage did it… too spicy for the eyes.

After, the Great Sage stammered through her explanation, taking forever to piece it together.

This gray-haired **, named Aleila, was a mixed-blood, a rare human-ghost hybrid, and not just any mix—a perfect mixed-blood exception.

What’s a perfect mixed-blood exception? Most mixed-blood kids have one race’s blood dominant, the other secondary.

Mixed-bloods mostly take after the dominant side, with the secondary maybe showing some traits, maybe not.

A perfect mixed-blood exception blends both races’ blood in a golden, perfect ratio—not one, not two, but a third thing entirely.

She had all human strengths, all ghost strengths, and while she inherited flaws too, the two races’ perks patched them up, like, eighty percent.

She couldn’t compare to Filo’s “Ultimate Being” title, but Aleila held the next-tier “Candidate Perfect Being” title.

Thanks to this blood, Aleila was 102 (human old age) but still looked like a kid.

“Wait, you said all that but still didn’t explain why you’re buddying up to us,” Bingpo said, pouncing on a gap in Aleila’s words, picking at it.

Aleila’s expression twisted slightly. She tapped her fingers together, stammering, “Can I not say…”

“No way.”

Aleila sighed helplessly, then took a deep breath, ready to belt out the words with epic gusto. But her eyes met Filo’s, and she deflated like a popped balloon, saying softly, “I like girls…”

“What?”

“I like girls!” Aleila yelled, giving up, her voice echoing through the silent villa.

It wasn’t just a “liking beauty” thing—it was full-on, from aesthetics to orientation!

Sure, most women love pretty things, reacting to cute girls as much as pervy guys, but Aleila’s case was extra special.

Maybe it was the mixed-blood effect, or maybe she was just born this way.

Growing up, Aleila had zero interest in guys. After her body stopped aging, she learned transformation magic. Instead of turning into a cute girl, she went for kindly grandpa—her expert analysis said a warm, approachable old man was best for gaining young girls’ trust.

Today, she was just strolling, hunting for cute girls to feast her eyes on, when she spotted Filo’s crew—top-tier cuties.

Normal folks couldn’t resist, let alone a self-proclaimed pro like her. Learning they wanted to hit the Blood Clan World, she jumped in without hesitation, seeing a perfect opening.

This mess was not the ending she expected. Who the hell could’ve guessed three random cute girls on the roadside—two aren’t human, and one’s some unidentifiable race.

Three “monsters”…

Hearing Aleila’s words, Filo and crew fell silent. If Bingpo and Chiyan weren’t there, and Filo didn’t care about her image, she’d have shouted, “This chick’s a hopeless perv, yo!”

“Ahem, forget your deal. Our goal’s just the Blood Clan World. Let us through, and we’ll keep your secrets,” Filo said, making a zipping motion with two fingers near her mouth.

Aleila awkwardly turned her head, mumbling, “It’s not about letting you go… uh, actually, that World Mirror out there can’t reach the Blood Clan World. Werewolf World nearby? No problem…”

“What, why?!”

“Uh… ‘cause that World Mirror’s fake. I made it—a total knockoff…”