Gender-switching—man, the dream of every guy out there. Be a gorgeous girl today, a hot-blooded dude tomorrow, not only getting the thrill of something new but also keeping your original vibe.
Filo got the first part—the thrill—but missed the second, staying herself.
She swiped a finger through the air, pulling up her stat panel for a quick check. Her eyes flicked down, no need to go far—just to the gender line.
[Female (locked, unchangeable)]. Filo pursed her lips, hard.
If she could spew profanities, she’d be unloading right now. It’s all that goddess’s fault!
A gender lock, seriously?!
Wait, this is the original owner’s body. Could she have set the lock?
Nah… probably not. Why would the original owner lock her gender? If she did, and I’ve got her authority now, I should be able to unlock it.
But forget unlocking—I don’t even know how. Yup, definitely the goddess’s doing!!
Godly authority’s a pain. To fight a god, you’d need a god’s power.
A god, huh? Should I give it a shot? I’m already level 999. Breaking through that last level might not be too hard—not as tough as for others, right?
Level 1000, become a god, unlock the gender lock, revert to a guy… this… this… this is too damn much work!!!
As the Salted-Fish King, Filo really didn’t want to deal with such a hassle. Sure, she’d work hard for a better salted-fish future, but turning back into a guy… doesn’t seem that useful, does it?
Unconsciously, Filo’s desire had nearly vanished, replaced by occasional blood-sucking urges.
After a few sips, Filo found blood-sucking insanely satisfying. The higher the blood’s quality, the more euphoric it felt. Maybe that’s the vampire’s “sensitive spot”?
Like how some stories say an angel’s wings are their weak point—maybe this is how vampire desires manifest.
Filo shook her head, sighing helplessly. Becoming a god, reverting to a guy—whatever, maybe later. No biggie~ No biggie~
She hadn’t noticed her subconscious shifting, the idea of turning back fading. Not that it was strong to begin with.
Gender doesn’t affect her salted-fish life. The salted-fish world never discriminates—whoever’s the laziest reigns as king.
She recalled the Salted-Fish World Tournament, where you had to slack off as much as possible without tanking your life. Filo crushed it, taking first place. Second and third couldn’t argue—she was mostly sleeping or snacking, yet never lost points in class and aced exams.
Second and third tried hard to slack, but they missed the essence, mismanaged time, and their grades slipped—12th and 15th in school.
Filo? 10th, her 18th consecutive time, so consistent the school thought she was sandbagging.
Talk about a time-management master! (Pretty proud, though it’s just basic for her.)
Such an awesome guy… now a girl…
Such an awesome girl, chosen by the goddess. Others transmigrate to dominate; Filo’s journey? Super bland—killed some wolves, roasted a dumb deer, built a house, and kept slacking.
The goddess picked a successor who’s both stellar and shoddy—too good to swap, too exhausting to keep.
Chiyan hoisted the Dragon King, still in human form, weighing about 100 pounds—easy for her to carry alone.
But what next? Gotta deal with this “baggage” first.
Filo pinched her chin. As Bingpo was about to go full Conan with a suggestion, two large figures swooped from the sky, landing with a bang in front of them.
“Have you seen Lord Dragon King? She took off alone. We’re her guards,” the two dragons asked, lowering their heads.
“Oh, perfect timing. Your Dragon King’s right here. Take her home.” Filo jerked a thumb at Chiyan.
Chiyan turned, revealing the battle-damaged black-haired beauty on her back. The two dragons fell silent.
“…”
“…”
“This… this is Lord Dragon King?”
“Don’t joke! Why would she turn female? And get beaten like this?”
The dragons didn’t buy it. In their minds, the Dragon King was “invincible.” Turning female? Beaten to a pulp? No way.
Filo pouted, patting her chest. “I did it. Sorry, but your Dragon King struck first, so don’t blame me entirely.”
“What?! You did this?!”
“Who are you? The Dragon King’s an Ultimate Being. You can’t—holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!!!”
As the dragons scoffed, ready for classic mockery, Filo tapped her last bit of [Excited] mode to unleash [King’s Dominance]!
It’s like One Piece’s Conqueror’s Haki, but more extreme, more intense.
[King’s Dominance] needs at least [Tyrant] to resist, and even then, stats drop from suppression. Below Tyrant? Instant knockout.
Luckily, the two dragons were [Tyrant] holders, and Bingpo and Chiyan were outside Filo’s range.
Filo slowly opened her mouth, revealing vampire fangs. With her blood-red bat wings spread, the dragons’ minds instantly matched her to the ultimate terror among Ultimate Beings.
The first! The strongest! The legend! The Ultimate Being!
“The… True Ancestor of Vampires?!”
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