Chapter 18: Tentacles Grow

Although Fuyeli was furious, she felt a sense of helplessness at the thought that she still had to rely on this man to return to reality.

She watched the man outside, whose consciousness was fading bit by bit as his body collapsed onto the ground.

Fuyeli ultimately could not hold back; she opened the gate and flew to Duya’s side with incredible speed.

Looking at the man who had lost consciousness, Fuyeli naturally thought of his previous actions, and she felt quite angry, a hint of indignation appearing on her cute face.

But it was dangerous here, so she used all her strength to drag the man inside the room.

From the moment the room’s door was closed, the chaotic and terrifying aura was completely blocked outside.

“Whew… That should be safe.”

Fuyeli wiped the sweat from her forehead and let out a sigh of relief, but looking at the man on the ground, she still felt a tooth-aching level of irritation.

The heavens had played a massive joke on her; if she had been given an ordinary person, there wouldn’t have been so much trouble.

Now, she was stuck with an investigator who possessed an extremely tenacious will; even in his unconscious state, she had no way to deal with him.

She could only kick him twice in the face to vent her frustration.

“What kind of sins did I commit in my past life…”

Fuyeli grumbled while dragging the man along: “…to suffer like this in my current life?”

After much effort, she finally dragged Duya onto the bed.

She took the opportunity to check his physical condition.

“Spirit is fine…”

“Physical functions are without major issues…”

“Brain is completely normal…”

But the more she checked, the more Fuyeli doubted Duya’s species.

Is this guy even a human?

One had to realize that if anyone else had faced what just happened, they would have probably gone insane immediately.

Yet this guy was just fine, having only passed out without suffering any other problems.

Even if he were an S-level investigator, he shouldn’t have been completely unaffected, right?

“Forget it, forget it. As long as he’s fine.”

Fuyeli was a bit tired, and she was too lazy to dwell on it.

It was already 3:00 AM, and although she was a monster, she still felt sleepy.

After letting out a huge yawn, Fuyeli decided to take a quick bath before going to sleep.

She flapped her wings and flew into the bathroom.

After taking off her clothes along with her undergarments and throwing them into the laundry basket, she turned on the showerhead and flew directly underneath it.

The warm water flowed over her delicate skin.

Just like her codename, “Bubble Shadow,” she enjoyed the feeling of the water pouring down from above, crossing over her peaks, past the valleys, and dripping onto the floor along the insides of her thighs.

This sensation seemed to wash away the exhaustion from her body, allowing her to revel in it to her heart’s content.

She did not know how much time had passed, perhaps she had been immersed for too long, but she turned off the shower, dried herself, and wrapped a bath towel around her body.

Then, the little sprite flapped her wings and flew toward the bedroom.

Her wings did not have physical form, so she could fly normally even while wrapped in a towel.

When she returned to the bedroom and looked at the man still unconscious on the bed, she realized that she had an unexpected guest in her home.

“Looks like he still hasn’t woken up,” Fuyeli muttered: “But that’s fine… I’ll just change my clothes and get ready for bed.”

She flew in front of the mirror, looking at herself in the reflection.

She had to admit one thing: if the white-haired, purple-eyed Bubble Shadow was her most proud work of art, then this small sprite named Fuyeli was her second most satisfying creation.

Wearing a gentle and tranquil smile, with an elegance in every movement, her aura was far more stunning than that of an ordinary young girl.

Although she was lacking a bit in development, the round parts were round and the lifted parts were lifted; she was not exactly flat-chested enough to make one unable to bear the sight.

“Tsk tsk… aside from the physical size being a bit small, there’s nothing to nitpick about.”

Amidst her self-admiration, Fuyeli let the bath towel slide off, exposing her white, youthful skin to the air.

Looking at her porcelain doll-like body, Fuyeli couldn’t help but spin around twice.

“Gurgle gurgle~”

“Wow~”

After admiring the exquisite work of art she had crafted herself, the anger Fuyeli held toward Duya had subsided quite a bit.

Humming a happy little tune, she put on the clothes that were hanging nearby.

After changing, the next step was the wonderful time for sleep.

Because the bed was occupied by Duya, Fuyeli lay down in a small hammock hung at the head of the bed.

Just as she lay down, she heard a very heavy breathing sound coming from below.

“What the hell is that noise?”

Fuyeli looked down suspiciously, only to find that there was only Duya below.

Where did that breathing sound come from?

For the sake of safety, Fuyeli prepared to descend to see what was going on.

However, the moment her tiny feet stepped onto Duya, she heard a soft groan.

It was exactly that sound that made her look at the man immediately.

There was no movement on the man’s face; his breathing was steady, and he seemed to still be in a state of unconsciousness.

But who could guarantee that he wasn’t faking it?

Thinking of this, she stomped her foot hard on the blanket.

The man still had no reaction; it seemed he really was still unconscious.

But here was the problem… what was this hard thing under her feet?

Could it be… this guy was corrupted and mutated?!!

Fuyeli was startled, and cold sweat began to bead on her forehead.

Yes, after encountering something like that, there was no way he could have been completely unharmed.

He was likely corrupted, and for all she knew, he might have already grown tentacles!

“He was definitely corrupted, but there must be a way to save him…”

Fuyeli was quite anxious.

The blanket was large, and lifting it would take quite a bit of effort.

Burning with urgency, she didn’t care about anything else and dove straight under it.

She tried to find the hard tentacle she had just stepped on.

If she pulled it out by the root and added a little spell, perhaps she could make this man return to normal.

Thinking of this, Fuyeli fumbled around while covered by the blanket.

At this moment, Duya’s forehead was already covered in cold sweat.

He had actually woken up the moment she was spinning around “gurgling!”

But he didn’t dare to open his eyes…

The little thing had been muttering about “corruption” and “saving” him; she seemed very anxious.

Duya knew she definitely suspected that he had grown tentacles on his body.

But the problem was that this tentacle was something unique to his own body; it hadn’t just popped up due to corruption…

What should he do now?

“Caught you!”

“Hiss~”

Just as Duya was thinking, the sudden cold, firm grip on his lower body made him gasp.

“Hmm?”

Fuyeli, hidden under the blanket, made a confused sound: “Why does this tentacle feel so strange…”