Chapter 1: I Was Never Human to Begin With!

Dragonxia Kingdom, Hongguang City, 9:30 p.m.

In a dim and narrow alley, heavy footsteps echoed with a steady patter.

Yu Fanxing had just finished overtime and was on her way home, utterly exhausted.

Crackling—The broken streetlight flickered wildly before plunging the already gloomy alley into deeper darkness, adding an eerie atmosphere.

Yet Yu Fanxing felt no fear at all. She had walked this path for over twenty years; it was as familiar to her as her own shadow.

This area was the old residential district of Hongguang City, with dilapidated houses and aging facilities.

Just as Yu Fanxing passed a downhill slope, a black shadow suddenly flickered above the streetlight behind her.

A wispy mist appeared, gradually condensing into a sleek, jet-black cat.

Strangely, this cat had two tails.

Perched on the streetlight, the cat fixed its crimson eyes on Yu Fanxing below, who remained completely unaware.

Soon Yu Fanxing walked past the slope, and the cat leapt silently from the streetlight, tail flicking as it trailed her.

The cat’s form vanished momentarily, then a young man in a blue uniform appeared.

He closed his eyes, sensing something intently. After a long pause, he muttered toward the direction Yu Fanxing had gone, “There…”

Meanwhile, Yu Fanxing, drained of energy, had already arrived home.

Her house was a modest courtyard, with a small garden in front and the main residence behind.

This was the home her parents left her. After their passing, her grandmother took her in, but once she came of age, Yu Fanxing left her grandmother’s house and returned here.

Inside, she dropped her bag and collapsed onto the sofa.

She was utterly worn out and all she wanted was sleep.

Yu Fanxing was an embroidery artist employed by a studio specializing in handcrafted embroidery works.

Recently, the studio took on a large order—tight deadline, heavy workload. As their finest embroiderer, Yu Fanxing was naturally assigned the most demanding tasks.

Thankfully, the job was finally done today, and she could rest properly for a while.

No sooner had she lain down than she emitted a soft snore.

At that moment, the two-tailed black cat that had followed her leapt onto the windowsill, crouching there and watching her. Its long tails swayed like snakes.

Once it seemed certain Yu Fanxing was truly asleep, the cat silently jumped down and gracefully approached the sofa.

It was much larger than an ordinary cat; standing upright, its head was level with Yu Fanxing’s as she lay on the sofa.

The cat’s fierce eyes fixed on her slender, pale neck.

Suddenly, it opened its mouth, revealing sharp fangs, and lunged at her neck.

Just then, Yu Fanxing, who should have been in deep sleep, suddenly opened her eyes.

Since childhood, she had exceptionally keen senses; at that instant, a chill ran through her body, and she instinctively awoke.

Seeing the cat baring its fangs, she didn’t hesitate. She lifted her leg and kicked fiercely.

“Meow!” The cat screeched in pain, flying backward and knocking over a table.

Yu Fanxing then got a clear look at the cat.

Its fur was glossy black, smooth as satin; its body slender, limbs delicate—an impeccably adorable feline in appearance.

But what in the world were those two tails swaying behind it? Was she dreaming?

What surprised Yu Fanxing even more was what came next.

The cat, thrown to the ground, rose and let out an angry roar—not a meow, but more like a lion’s growl.

Black mist poured from its body, and it rapidly grew in size. In the blink of an eye, the cat transformed from a normal-sized feline into a creature as large as a calf.

What on earth was this? A cat or a leopard?

Yet strangely, despite the sudden attack and dire situation, Yu Fanxing’s mind remained remarkably calm.

Her gaze quickly swept the room and landed on a fruit knife lying on the floor.

She had used it to peel an apple last night and, out of laziness, had left it on the table. The cat’s collision had knocked it onto the floor.

As Yu Fanxing bent to grab the knife, the cat pounced again.

She was thrown onto the sofa, its sharp claws scratching her arms and shoulders, its mouth opening once more for her neck.

Blood instantly soaked through Yu Fanxing’s clothes. Without hesitation, she raised the knife and plunged it deep into the cat’s neck.

The sound of the blade piercing flesh echoed as blood sprayed from the wound, splattering Yu Fanxing and staining the sofa crimson.

“Meow!! Meow!!” The cat screamed in agony, collapsing to the ground while blood continued to gush, quickly dyeing the floor red.

Ignoring the searing pain, Yu Fanxing twisted and ran.

The cat staggered to its feet, ignoring its injury, and leapt fiercely toward her, pinning her to the ground.

They struggled fiercely, the cat’s gleaming claws raking her repeatedly.

Though just a young woman, Yu Fanxing possessed extraordinary strength. Fighting had always been her forte. From childhood, no one dared to bully her.

Or rather, she wasn’t born with such strength; it had manifested suddenly after her parents died, for reasons unknown even to her.

“Ugh~roar~” The cat growled incomprehensibly, bleeding profusely onto Yu Fanxing, turning her into a bloodied figure.

She propped herself up, pushing the cat’s chin back to prevent it from biting her neck.

She couldn’t understand how this cat’s vitality was so resilient; it didn’t die even after being stabbed through the neck.

And why was it so fixated on her neck?

Suddenly, the two tails behind the cat moved.

One wrapped tightly around Yu Fanxing’s wrists, the other coiled around her neck.

Her hands were pulled apart, and her body slowly lifted into the air.

With no resistance, the cat’s head loomed larger and larger in her vision.

A sharp pain struck as her neck was bitten through.

Gulp gulp—The cat eagerly drank her blood, its face showing a satisfied expression.

Miraculously, after drinking Yu Fanxing’s blood, the wound on the cat’s neck began to heal visibly, closing in the blink of an eye as if it had never been injured.

The cat looked surprised itself. It had been drinking her blood to heal—but could ordinary human blood be so effective?

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