The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

There was nothing there, only pure light.

He had forgotten everything; he remembered nothing except one name.

He didn't know where he was or what he was supposed to do; he was just wandering aimlessly.

One minute, one hour, one day, one month...

The concept of time disappears here; he walks on and on for a long time, trying to find an exit.

But they gained nothing.

There was no hunger, no pain, and no way out.

All that remained was endless fatigue and a growing sense of despair.

Then, after a long period of despair, his will collapsed.

He's crazy.

Ning Feng sang, cheered, laughed, and spoke in words he himself didn't understand in this space...

In this breakdown, he cursed his own inexplicable fate and fantasized about some utopian future...

He even founded a monotheistic religion centered on himself, enriching its doctrines in a mystical manner, and writing scriptures, rituals, and taboos...

Finally, after an eternity, he regained consciousness.

Once again, he only remembered one name and wondered why he was here.

Thus, everything fell into a cycle.

The world in my dream started to speed up.

It goes on and on, in a never-ending cycle.

Similar developments occur repeatedly, but there are subtle differences.

Throughout this time, he never stopped walking, always heading in one direction.

Finally, after countless cycles, something different happened!

For the first time, he saw another person.

A woman with long, pure white hair and dazzling golden eyes.

He couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he knew that the other person was wearing magnificent silver armor and dragging a spear that was twice the height of a person.

She was there, walking towards Ning Feng.

They were so far apart that it was impossible to count the distance between them, as if they were separated by two ends of the world.

Ning Feng shouted excitedly as he ran towards her, trying to make contact.

But the other party did not respond at all, and it was unclear whether they could not hear or did not want to answer.

Throughout the entire process, she neither quickened her pace nor changed in the slightest because of his actions.

The woman, though silent, never stopped walking.

They simply walked silently along the predetermined route.

After running for a long time, Ning Feng made a desperate discovery.

He couldn't approach her on his own initiative; he could only wait for her to walk towards him.

winter.

He sat heavily on the ground, the accumulated fatigue exploding at the same moment, and he could no longer stand up.

He collapsed to the ground, struggling to turn his head to look at the woman walking towards him, silently watching her.

Finally, dejected and without hope, he asked her name.

This time, Ning Feng received an answer.

That woman spoke for the first time.

Despite the seemingly endless distance, the sound reached his ears.

she says:

Cecilia.

And this was the only name Ning Feng kept in his heart in this space.

The next moment, Ning Feng woke up.

……

……

Stab it!

A hand emerged from the enormous blood cocoon and then tore it apart forcefully!

winter.

Ning Feng stumbled and fell to the ground. Without pausing, he braced himself with his hands, and then...

"vomit……"

Ning Feng gagged violently, feeling tears welling up in his eyes.

It's a bit disgusting.

The dream was so real that even with his eyes closed, Ning Feng could recall that endless, empty, pure white space.

I can clearly remember the mental state I experienced during each breakdown.

Ning Feng suspected that for a long time, he would feel fear whenever he saw something large and white.

But that's not the biggest problem.

This dream didn't allow him to relive the same things on the other side, but rather it was more like an outsider observing everything from a God-like perspective.

He could understand this pain, and even feel a little sorry for himself in the dream, but he found it difficult to put himself in that shoes.

In fact, the biggest problem is the repeated cycles and repetitions that Ning Feng has built up time and time again, creating a new cult.

too disgusting.

Ning Feng truly never imagined that someone would use such flowery language and such exaggerated praise to describe a fictional being.

And that person was actually himself, and the person he described and praised was also himself.

It's disgusting that someone would open the door for someone else's disgustingness; it's utterly disgusting...

You absolutely must not let anyone know the contents of this dream!

Otherwise, this wouldn't be as simple as just dying in a social setting; he might find a place to hang himself.

Despite the breakdown, Ning Feng has never easily ignored dreams since entering the world of the Awakened.

Perhaps some simple images have other meanings in the mysticism, and can be interpreted in a corresponding way in dreams.

However, Ning Feng was too embarrassed to talk about this dream, so he planned to study it himself when he had time.

After finally managing to suppress those terrifying memories, Ning Feng managed to recover and get up from the ground.

The sky hadn't changed much, and not much time had passed, yet Ning Feng had already entered a new level.

"...It was a success."

As he examined himself, Ning Feng's frustration vanished, and his spirits instantly returned.

He smiled with satisfaction.

Race: Half-Succubus (Male)

Age: 22

Status: Refreshed and energetic, in high spirits

Strength: Second-tier Awakener

Lineage: Bloodline · Demon · Succubus / Spirit · Angel · Judge

Talents: Photographic memory, multitasking, corrupted charm, moderate demonic physique, angelic will, purifying aura.

Abilities: Tactical Planning (Advanced), Performance (Advanced), Eloquence (Advanced), Regeneration (Intermediate), Whip Proficiency (Advanced), Gun Proficiency (Advanced)...

Special Abilities: Bewitching Creatures, Succubus's Kiss, Eye of Desire, Shared Perception, Sword of Judgment, Angelic Blessing, Demonization

Titles: Succubus Hunter, Judge, Bewitcher

Feeling the surge of power within him, Ning Feng stretched his body forcefully, making a crackling sound.

well.

As his rank increased, Ning Feng's abilities improved in several areas.

In particular, he became proficient in whip and spear weapons, and successfully advanced to the advanced level after actual combat.

In addition, it also gained two special abilities that it had previously used during the trial card: Desire Eye and Perception Sharing.

And, most importantly, the ability to [demonize].

The importance of this ability is beyond doubt. Once you've experienced it, it's hard to give it up. Ning Feng's entire being transformed into a demonic form.

He's strong, resilient, and can fly; aside from not looking like a good guy, he has no fatal flaws...

Who wouldn't love it?

winter.

Just as Ning Feng was deeply contemplating his bright future, Ariana landed on his head and chuckled:

"Although I don't want to disturb you while you're experiencing your new abilities, I still suggest you go downstairs and take a look now!"

Ok?

Sensing the expectation and schadenfreude in her tone, Ning Feng immediately turned and went downstairs.

This is bad...

Sure enough, when he opened the door, Jiang Wan, who had been fast asleep, was sitting up, clutching the blanket in one hand and scrolling through her phone with the other...

Ning Feng's cell phone.