The Lost Beast team went out adventuring for a few days.
After filling their backpacks with Demonic Beast materials, they returned to the Kingdom of Huanxu.
Some materials were quest items that could fetch a good price at the Adventurer Association.
Other materials could only be taken to the market to see if anyone wanted them.
If not, they’d have to be sold off in bulk at bargain prices.
When it came to earning money, Feini was a professional.
Plus, the Magical Beast Girls had extraordinary physical abilities and weren’t afraid of hard work.
Even the weakest, Feini, had stamina that ordinary people couldn’t compare to.
She could run up and down the mountains with a huge backpack on her back, and after just a night’s sleep, she’d be fully restored.
After making money, Feini led everyone around to have fun—eating at every restaurant in the Kingdom of Huanxu and visiting every women’s bathhouse.
Some bathhouses even offered all kinds of massage services—of course, the proper kind.
Everyone especially loved these services.
The Magical Beast Girls would call over a Human Race girl to give them a massage, gaining a strange sense of twisted satisfaction, as if they’d already conquered the Human Race.
“~~Two~~Two~~~”
Everyone lay on soft beds, with young girls stepping on their backs, sweeping away the stiffness from sleeping on the ground in the wild.
At times like this, they could truly experience a sense of superiority.
They were the renowned girl Adventurers, while these masseuses were among the lowest of the low in the Kingdom of Huanxu.
Still, those masseuses must have some pride and dignity—they weren’t willing to fall completely, or they’d be working next door.
The way the masseuses looked at the Lost Beast team was full of contradiction—deep envy mixed with resentment.
Why couldn’t they have this kind of life?
But for the masseuses, serving young girls was certainly more pleasant than serving those rough male Adventurers.
In their hearts, they hoped these girls would come more often.
“That feels so good.”
“So refreshing! Ah, my muscles are so relaxed.”
After their bath and massages, the seven members moved to a special private room.
Inside were seven beds, each separated by a small screen.
The dim, sleep-inducing wallpaper and the faint scent of incense made people drowsy the moment they entered; as soon as they lay down, they’d fall asleep.
They napped for several hours, and it felt even more rejuvenating than sleeping half a day. Their spirits were completely restored.
This whole experience left them feeling brand new—but it wasn’t cheap. Only high-level Adventurers could afford it.
The Lost Beast team basically spent all the money they’d just earned—purely living paycheck to paycheck, with no intention of saving.
They spent as much as they made.
After all, they weren’t going to stay here forever, and the city’s currency was useless back in the Demon Realm.
And so…
The seven of them spent a carefree, pressure-free month living the Adventurer’s life.
Feini finally took everyone to every restaurant in the Kingdom of Huanxu—some were good, some not so much.
They experienced every entertainment venue—some were fun, some not—but everyone had their fill and no regrets.
From the start, the seven members of Lost Beast had all disliked each other, constantly butting heads, always scowling.
But now, they’d formed a strong bond of friendship and gradually turned into a real team.
This change was beyond everyone’s expectations.
Except for pairs like Feini and Baiyuge, who were secretly mother and daughter, or Yemian and Lianjian, who were sisters, no Magical Beast Girl ever wanted to form deep relationships with the others.
Such situations were rare, as Demonic Beasts were naturally indifferent, acting only on instinct.
This was what Feini had said before: the flaw of Demonic Beasts wasn’t stupidity, but their inability to cooperate.
But now, under Feini’s miraculous leadership, that bloodline flaw was gradually dissolving.
It could only be said that the Hero of the Countryside was not well-educated, couldn’t see the real flaws of Demonkind, and believed Feini’s tall tales.
At night, after a day of pleasure, everyone returned to the inn to rest.
“The war between Demonkind and the Human Race is just a way to shift conflicts. The real wars are the civil wars among Demonkind, or among the Human Race—those are the truly endless battles.”
“Whether you’re human or demon, you only give your all when you’re fighting your own kind. You have countless ways to torment your own, and so do we.”
Feini often brainwashed Qingshamu. Nearly every night, she and the Hero of the Countryside Qingshamu would start a debate in the room, analyzing the situation between the two races.
“Is that really how it is?” Qingshamu, deceived day after day, found herself believing Feini more and more.
“If infiltration really worked, the Human Race would have been wiped out long ago. Don’t you know that you had the concept of Fake Human thousands of years ago? There have always been Imitation Human Monsters lurking among your people,” Feini said.
“The goal of Imitation Human Monsters is to lurk and parasitize. The most famous is the Vampires. Why would a parasite want to destroy its host? If the host dies, so does the parasite,” Qingshamu retorted.
“Vampires also study at the God and Demon Academy!” Feini laughed.
“Really?” Qingshamu exclaimed. “How come I’ve never seen one?”
“Everyone hides their identity—how could you see them?” Feini explained.
“The Faceless Witch told me that the previous President of the Tea Party Club was a Vampire, and she even had a team of noble Bloodline girls with her.”
“That proves nothing! You’re Demonkind—you’d naturally defend your own,” Qingshamu huffed, folding her arms and refusing to listen.
“You can defend the Human Race, too,” Feini smiled.
“Why would I? We’re the victims here! You invaded our lands. It was Demonic Beasts who killed our civilians,” Qingshamu objected.
“Then let me ask you—where are we right now? What are we doing? What’s our profession?” Feini shot back.
“What are you getting at?” Qingshamu fell silent.
“We’re Adventurers. Our job is to hunt Demonic Beasts. True, some Demonic Beasts invade your lands and attack civilians, but you also venture deep into uninhabited zones to hunt Demonic Beasts. Surely not every Demonic Beast in the Chaos Mountains has invaded your lands, right?” Feini analyzed.
“That’s… that’s twisted logic…” Qingshamu started sweating.
“Exactly, it’s twisted logic—‘Those who are not of our kind are sure to have different hearts.’ My point is, you don’t need to overthink things. If someone offends you, you strike. If you dislike someone, you fight them.”
“If your mindset gets muddled, your sword dulls and your magic slows. If you want to get stronger, you must give up that useless sense of justice. Remember—whether Human or Demon, no one can violate your will. Because you are a Hero,”
Feini declared, putting on a serious face to spout nonsense.
After listening to her, it was as if she hadn’t heard anything at all—Qingshamu couldn’t make heads or tails of it.
But Feini had successfully muddled Qingshamu’s mind. Telling her to give up thinking only made her thoughts more complicated, as if a new world had opened up.
That was exactly the effect Feini wanted—to make Qingshamu more conflicted, to bring out her potential.
The reason was simple: because she was a Hero. Heroes are righteous.
Only by struggling with endless doubts and pain could she grow stronger, wrestling every day between right and wrong, eventually drawing on the power of bonds and friendship.
If she ever gave up thinking or abandoned her principles, she’d become a villain—like Feini, who didn’t care if the world burned as long as her daughters lived well.
The core logic of the righteous heroine is the opposite: a Hero must save the world, even if it means sacrificing her family.
Right now, Qingshamu was just Feini’s toy.
Feini fed her toxic pep talks every day, making her uncomfortable and eager to see what kind of change the Hero would undergo next.
But if Qingshamu couldn’t rest easy, she wouldn’t let Feini sleep well either.
Every night, she’d meditate like a lamp, shining so brightly that Feini had to cover her head with the blanket just to sleep.
But since they’d just had a nap at the bathhouse, Feini found she couldn’t sleep at all after returning in the evening.
Quietly, Feini slipped out of the room alone, secretly dipping into the team’s funds to buy herself a midnight snack downstairs.
Unfortunately, someone had been waiting for this chance for a long time…
Xueyuedai suddenly appeared like a ghost, a chilly air swirling as she sat down across from Feini.
As soon as she showed up, the entire barbecue stall grew noticeably colder.
“What are you eating?” Feini asked.
“I’m not eating. Midnight snacks make you gain weight,” Xueyuedai said, turning her body away, not looking Feini in the eye—like a fairy descending in the night, so beautiful it hurt.
“Then why bother coming for a midnight snack?” Feini, as always, was tactless.
“Mind your own business…” Xueyuedai finally got a rare chance to be alone with Feini. She had a million questions in her heart, but now that she was facing her, she couldn’t ask a single one.
She wanted to ask Feini about her mental abilities.
What exactly was Feini? What did she want? What did she feel toward her? Did she still remember everything that happened in the mental space, or had she forgotten it all?
But she couldn’t say a word—all the questions were bottled up, too embarrassed and too afraid to ask.
Xueyuedai picked up her cup and sipped the nearly flavorless tea. Lately, she’d gotten into tea, as it was a good way to hide her emotions.
Though she’d been a member of the Tea Party Club from the start, she hadn’t really liked tea before.
“When do you plan to let us go back?” Since she couldn’t talk about personal matters, Xueyuedai switched to business.
“If we go back, we’ll have to duel the upperclassmen,” Feini replied.
“You think we’re not ready?” Xueyuedai asked in a deep voice.
“If you keep letting everyone eat, drink, and play every day, won’t that dull their fighting spirit? How can we go back and fight after being pampered so much?”
“As if you haven’t been eating,” Feini retorted.
“Even though you’ve basically taken control of the team now and Ten-Step Hall trusts you, I’ll keep my eye on you, watching your every move,” Xueyuedai said.
“I’ve never wanted to take your place. I’m not interested in Ten-Step Hall,” Feini answered seriously.