The Hero Who Became a Monster Girl Will Never Fall to Evil

The buzzing of fly wings droned dully, and the wind pushed the raindrops outside the window, as if someone were whispering in secret.

Jasmine suddenly became nervous. After organizing her words for a long time, she finally gathered her courage and slowly spoke,

“Sister Yuelong, are you going to come with us back to the inn to stay... no, I mean, to go back together for shelter?”

“You little girl, don’t talk nonsense. We are perfectly safe here, no need to run somewhere else for shelter.” The fruit shop owner showed displeasure. “What’s happening outside will soon be handled by professionals. A little girl like you shouldn’t be going around all day not studying and only spreading rumors here.”

“I, I...” Jasmine wanted to argue something, but her tongue twisted and she accidentally bit it, the pain making her eyes fill with tears. She could only cover her mouth, wronged, and look toward the red-haired big sister sitting on the high stool.

The fruit shop owner shook his head in his heart. He hadn’t expected that although the little girl’s face looked clever and pretty, in truth she was just a slow-witted fool.

“Captain Yuelong, why don’t we send Jasmine back first?” Allison tucked the blue hair beside her cheek behind her ear and spoke softly. “We haven’t discovered anything while waiting here anyway.”

“Yes, Little-Fish sis is always right.” Irena also spared a glance at Jasmine, then raised her hand in agreement. “The hygiene here is awful, flies everywhere. It’s better to go sit for a while in the big-breasts woman’s room—at least it’s cleaner than here!”

“You ungrateful stinking girls, if you don’t want to stay out of the rain then hurry and get out!” The fruit shop owner erupted in anger.

He had been cutting fruit here for more than ten years. His heart, sharpened as cold as his fruit knife, had finally softened a bit today when he saw these young ladies looking decent and kindly let them in to avoid the rain—yet he hadn’t expected they were all a bunch of white-eyed wolves!

“Go, go, go, our Fresh Fruit Shop doesn’t welcome you!”

The shop owner began driving them out. Yuelong felt helpless, and after getting down from the high stool, she reached out to rub Jasmine’s hair in comfort, preparing to leave according to Jasmine’s wish.

But at that moment—

The tightly shut fruit shop door suddenly swung open. A completely rain-soaked woman appeared at the entrance, her long shadow cast across the shop floor.

Her face was hidden by her hood and couldn’t be seen clearly, but judging from the rise of her chest and the smooth curves of her waist and hips, she was definitely a woman.

Yuelong narrowed her eyes at once, her right hand silently moving to the hilt of her blade.

“Huh, another one coming to hide from the rain. Tsk tsk, and a big one too.” Irena blurted carelessly, “Too bad the boss here and the flies come as a set...”

Just as she was about to keep talking, the fruit shop owner behind them suddenly cried out with delight,

“Son, you’ve finally come back! Dad has your favorite sliced sour oranges ready!”

“???”

Irena froze instantly. What—this is the son?

She stared in disbelief at the woman in the doorway. Hm. No Adam’s apple, big chest, long black hair, big butt.

And you tell me she’s a son?!

The woman at the door, soaked by rain, walked past them without noticing Irena and the others. She neither hurried nor slowed, and spoke toward the delighted fruit shop owner,

“My students didn’t finish their assignments today, so I worked overtime for a while.”

“Ah, ah, truly worthy of being my son. Come sit, the sour oranges are freshly sliced.” The shop owner quickly arranged a plate of orange slices neatly, speaking with relief and pride. “You don’t know, a few impolite stinking girls came just now. Letting them hide from the rain was already generous, yet they still complained, saying it was dangerous here and unsanitary!”

Bang!

The shop owner slapped the table loudly, startling both Jasmine and Irena beside him. He roared,

“I’ve cut fruit for more than ten years—would I not know whether the fruit is sanitary?!”

“Dad, it’s fine.”

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She then turned her head back toward the four girls still in the shop, her gaze finally settling on Jasmine.

Those pitch-black eyes were completely calm. Water dripped from the hem of her clothes. At the same time, the lamp above her head flickered once again.

Jasmine smelled the stench of rotten fish and decomposing shrimp—fermented, putrid. It was coming from that woman’s body. If her hand weren’t still covering her mouth and nose, she would have already vomited on the spot.

Beside her, both Irena and Allison looked unwell.

The woman simply stood there quietly, yet the overwhelming pressure and sense of danger crashed against their nerves. Without any doubt, everyone could tell the newcomer had come with ill intent.

Just being stared at by those pitch-black eyes, Jasmine felt her breathing choke. The magic around her slowed to a crawl. Even her heartbeat sped up, her body tightening like it had encountered a natural enemy.

Sweat seeped from her palm. Jasmine recalled the combat techniques her teacher and mother had taught her. She increased her breathing rhythm, locked her gaze on the distant figure, and silently reached her small hand toward the little wand hidden inside her skirt.

This tension and pressure were horribly familiar. In the dungeon, facing terrifying ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) monsters, she had been in this state constantly. But back then, her mother stood behind her—and the aura of those monsters had been nowhere near as strong or as strange as the aura of the woman before her.

The woman didn’t move at all, as if she were merely observing the girls from afar, standing utterly motionless like a statue.

After a brief stalemate, the rain-soaked woman flickered in sync with the lamp above her head.

When the lamp rekindled after going dark, her figure reappeared—only half a meter in front of Jasmine. The already-tense group responded instantly, and Jasmine, being the one targeted, hurled a fireball immediately.

But the soaked black-clothed woman didn’t react. Irena’s and Allison’s magic had no effect at all, and Jasmine’s fireball was blown out in a single breath.

“Which one of Ghost are you?”

Yuelong, who had remained silent, finally spoke. But her crimson eyes remained completely calm.

Ghost.

Hearing this word, Jasmine suddenly remembered how her mother and teacher, as well as Sister Lilian, had all investigated this organization.

According to her mother, the organization’s distinctive trait was that they liked wearing masks.

But the woman before them didn’t wear any mask at all—her face was calm and natural. Her clothing was ordinary, the kind anyone could buy.

In short, except for her great figure, there was nothing special about this woman. So ordinary—like grains of sand in a desert, like water in a vast ocean...

“You are her daughter?”

The woman stared at Jasmine and suddenly spoke. Her voice was hoarse yet clear. “A mixed-blood with a missing root, yet able to wield this level of magic at your age—within all human history, you would already rank as above average.”

“But I don’t know you.” Jasmine gripped her wand tighter. She was very nervous now, so even her voice sounded strained.

“It’s all right, child. You will all come to know me very soon.”

The woman spoke gently, then abruptly pulled back the hood covering her face, openly revealing her full appearance before them.

It was a face ill-suited to her plain aura—bewitching, seductive, soul-hooking.

“Nice to meet you. I am one of the Dice-Masters of Ghost. I have no name. But you may call me... Youze.”