The white-furred fox walked slowly, its gait swaying with grace; it truly walked with an ethereal and nimble air, like a fairy treading on waves.
Its movements were gentle and relaxed, as if afraid of waking everything sleeping around it.
Just like that, it walked step by step toward Luciel, carrying an indescribable sense of temptation.
However, if one were to put aside the truth Luciel saw through his Eye of Secrets and look only at what his naked eyes saw, the scene before him was simply jaw-dropping.
Where was there any white-furred fox before him?
What met his eyes was a stunning beauty.
She was dressed in a garment woven from translucent light gauze, revealing snow-white skin through the shimmer; her long, narrow fox eyes were radiant, filled with infinite charm in every glance; atop her head stood a pair of small, exquisite, and slightly twitching white fox ears, adding a touch of playfulness and cuteness.
Such an appearance could truly be called devastatingly beautiful, like a fairy from heaven.
This appearance was exactly that of a delicate, charming, and breathtakingly beautiful spirit or Monster that had stepped out of myths and legends!
Luciel was dazed for a fleeting moment.
After all, he was still a human, or at least in his own consciousness, he still considered himself a human.
Looking at this white-furred fox, it seemed that desires were truly starting to rise.
Luciel was shocked.
Having feelings for a fox—this was too absurd.
Luciel forcibly suppressed that inexplicable impulse while simultaneously placing the Prisoner potion in the primary position.
He knew clearly that this fox had used some kind of charm ability, whether it was an illusion or something else.
Luciel endured the lust rising within him, restraining his lecherous urge to go up and lay hands on a fox, keeping himself clear-headed throughout.
The white-furred fox flashed a hint of surprise in its eyes when it saw Luciel didn’t walk directly to its side, but seeing Luciel’s struggling yet irrepressible expression of desire, its guard went down.
The fox let out a shrill laugh; in the illusion, the beautiful woman similarly covered her lips and let out a laugh like silver bells—it even imitated the sound.
The fox approached with a coquettish laugh, looking as if to say, “If you will not come to me, then I shall come to you.” Luciel resisted the impulse to kick the fox away directly; the distance wasn’t great for attacking.
However, this strong desire surging from the bottom of his heart, under a state of restraint, allowed the Prisoner potion to be well digested.
As the fox got closer and closer, Luciel felt the desire welling up in his heart grow stronger and stronger, until the fox arrived by his side.
If it were an ordinary person at this distance, they would probably have pounced like a wild beast.
Luciel, with dazed eyes, reached out his hand to touch the fox’s face.
The fox must have been extremely confident in its ability; otherwise, it wouldn’t have watched an alien race reach out a hand toward its head.
The white-furred fox’s eyes were full of disdain and mockery, while the woman in the illusion’s eyes were full of adoration and allure.
The fox and the woman simultaneously reached out to touch Luciel’s chest, toward the position of his heart.
Just as they were about to touch each other’s bodies, the desire in Luciel’s eyes instantly transformed into rage, and his outstretched hand changed from a palm into a fist.
A beast dares to toy with a human like this?
Thinking that just because it has some ability and is called an extraordinary being, it really is something extraordinary?
It’s nothing but a beast in fur and armor!
The anger seemed to transform into strength.
Luciel no longer suppressed the abilities of his various Pathways; all enhancements to strength and speed were fully unlocked.
The values he had self-imposed transformed into dazzling, massive damage numbers at this moment.
Luciel’s punch struck its face at a speed the fox couldn’t react to at all.
This punch was inherited from an old lion in the human empire of the 40th millennium who wanted to be Warmaster.
“Peerless Lion Head-Flying Punch!” The move was as its name implied: using immense power to punch the opponent’s head flying before their body could even react.
The essence of this punch was that even if the head flew into someone else’s hands, its body wouldn’t collapse immediately.
Two seconds after losing control, the fox’s body finally fell to the ground belatedly.
Its head had long since turned into red dye on the wall.
Hopefully, the logistics personnel who come to clean this up will be careful when scraping it, and not leave behind too much of the Monster’s body tissue.
The surrounding white mist began to dissipate.
The tied-up knife-wielding man was still in place, and the man in the suit also appeared from the mist.
He was just an ordinary person; when the white mist enveloped him, he seemed to have entered his own dream directly because he couldn’t withstand the charm.
It seems it must have been a very steamy dream.
Taking a look at a certain place, Luciel turned his head away.
The Prisoner is not just about blind suppression; when the limit of endurance is reached, it can also be transformed into the most powerful strength and unleashed.
That fox didn’t seem simple either; it was likely a Pool Realm.
After all, after this explosive punch, the Prisoner potion was successfully digested, and the Lunatic potion was more than half-digested upon intake.
Mental patients and Lunatics are always easily confused, but it doesn’t seem to make a difference anyway.
He originally came out to digest the Arbiter potion, but it turned out the Prisoner potion received an unexpected boon.
However, looking at the white fox already smeared on the wall, Luciel realized belatedly: shouldn’t he feel disgusted?
It is a normal phenomenon for humans to feel disgusted after killing; the first time one takes a life with their own hands, any normal person would feel discomfort.
But if one had to ask about Luciel’s feelings…
With the potion switched to Unwinged Angel, very good.
The belated sense of disgust was gone; instead, because he had just destroyed a little fox, he felt a bit of satisfaction.
Looking at the appearances of the two people nearby, he, being a looks-obsessed person, felt extremely disdainful and wanted to kill them.
Luciel once again sealed the Unwinged Angel’s ability.
He picked up his mobile phone.
Fortunately, Leng Xuan was a thoughtful person; seeing Luciel’s phone had been a brick for a few days, he had helped him charge it.
Let us say it together: “Thank you, Master Leng.” Even as a temporary member, Luciel still had the phone number to contact logistics.
After being woken up in the middle of the night, the logistics personnel responsible for the aftermath arrived at the scene in just 10 minutes, fully geared up.
The local police also arrived at the same time, but that had nothing to do with Luciel.
Watching the police car drive away, although the process had some twists and turns, the Arbiter had maintained order, digested some of the potion, dealt with the chaotic extraordinary according to the rules, stopped the man who wanted to rob, and also protected an innocent passerby.
What a great Arbiter.