I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

He could clearly feel that his muscle fibers, bone density, and even every cell were undergoing inhuman evolution.

A subtle yet resilient force quietly grew within his body, giving his body a natural sense of repulsion and resistance to external magical energy.

This slow but steady growth made him feel incredibly comfortable.

"Continue your revenge."

Lynn's voice broke through Hei Ge's shock.

His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable force.

"Bring me all the 'weapons' they have."

These words, like a divine decree, completely ignited Black Song's passion.

Her hunting was no longer just about completing a task.

This means her master is supporting her revenge!

This is the highest form of recognition from the master for all her past suffering!

Her feelings for Lynn instantly transformed from awe and loyalty to an almost fanatical worship and dependence.

To be the blade of this true god and hunt for him is the highest honor!

Her personal grudges were merely a trivial amusement in this sacred hunt.

"Yes, Master!"

Black Song's voice was filled with soaring fighting spirit, as if he couldn't wait to return to the Underworld and turn the Nabelius family upside down.

Lynn waved her hand, interrupting her excitement.

"Go take a shower first and get rid of the smell of blood."

"Then, take a good rest."

Hei Ge was taken aback, then nodded obediently and turned to walk towards the bathroom deep in the courtyard.

Watching her departing figure, Lynn thought to herself quietly.

"It's too inefficient to send a cat to search them one by one."

"We need to make a bigger commotion to lure out that 'crow'."

"I asked him to open the door to my 'resource library' for me."

……

Half an hour later.

Kuroka, dressed in a clean yukata, walked out of the bathroom while drying her wet hair.

As soon as she came out, she smelled a rich aroma that was a mixture of cheese and fried meat.

On the stone table in the courtyard, she noticed that it was now filled with all sorts of food she had never seen before.

A huge paper bucket with a strange white clown face printed on it was filled with golden fried chicken nuggets.

Several flat cardboard boxes contained round baked flatbreads sprinkled with various meats and vegetables.

There were also several glasses of black sparkling water with straws and ice cubes floating on them.

Meanwhile, the great master who had just devoured a divine artifact was sitting cross-legged at the table, holding a piece of flatbread in his hand and munching on it without any regard for appearances.

"What are you standing there for? Come and eat, it's a midnight snack," Lynn mumbled.

Hei Ge was a little confused.

Is this... the recipe of the gods?

It looks so...simple and unadorned?

She walked over cautiously, sat down like Lynn, picked up a piece of fried chicken, and took a small bite.

The crispy outer layer, the piping hot meat juice, and the unique aroma of spices exploded on her taste buds instantly.

good to eat!

It's so delicious! Meow!

Her golden cat eyes lit up instantly, and she ate faster, getting sauce all over her mouth.

Lynn smiled as he looked at her naive and unsophisticated appearance.

He had just wandered into the human world, had a "friendly exchange" with some clueless gangsters, and bought these things with their money.

After a whirlwind of eating, Heige let out a satisfied burp, her forked black cat tail swaying happily behind her.

Lynn finished the last sip of his cola and stood up.

She looked at the empty boxes on the table, then at the unfathomable owner before her, and finally mustered her courage to ask in a low voice.

"Master...this food is so delicious, meow. Is it...something only gods can eat?"

Lynn glanced at the paper bag with the golden arches printed on it and chuckled, "Divine delicacies? Kitten, you're dreaming."

He leaned back in his chair, speaking casually as if he were chatting about everyday things.

"This is just something I bought casually in the human world to fill my stomach."

what?

Hei Ge was stunned.

In the human realm...something I bought casually?

The image of the aloof, otherworldly deity in her mind suddenly cracked.

So... does Master also eat such mundane food?

This gave her a strange sense of closeness, but what followed was a deeper, indescribable sense of loss.

Because she... wasn't qualified to eat the real delicacies of the divine realm.

Lynn took in her subtle emotional changes and a playful smile curved his lips.

He stood up, walked slowly to her, bent down, and their eyes met at a very close distance.

"What? Disappointed?"

His voice was low and tinged with a hint of mockery.

"Do you think your master is nothing special? Or perhaps..."

Lynn's gaze shifted slightly downwards, taking on a scrutinizing quality.

"You've only just sharpened your claws, and you already think you're entitled to be picky about your owner's 'rewards'?"

"No, no! Master!" Kuroko was flustered by his gaze and hurriedly waved her hands, her cat ears drooping nervously.

"I didn't! Absolutely not! Absolutely not!"

"However... you seem to really like this 'reward'."

Lynn changed the subject, her gaze falling on her lips, which were slightly smeared with sauce and were being bitten lightly by her nervousness.

"But you have to understand, food is just something to fill your stomach, it's not a 'real' 'reward'."

He raised his hand and gently wiped away the red stain from the corner of her lips with his thumb.

As his fingertips traced the soft lips, the slight touch sent a shiver through Hei Ge's body.

"Want... a reward that will make you even 'happier'?"

Lynn withdrew his hand, put the sauce-covered thumb to his lips, and slowly licked it clean with the tip of his tongue.

This action is full of aggression and innuendo.

boom--!

Hei Ge's mind went completely blank, and the temperature of his cheeks instantly soared, turning so red that they seemed about to bleed.

"Next time, I'll bring back a more valuable 'toy'."

"To prove to its owner that the kitten deserves better."

After saying that, Lynn turned around, leaving behind a silhouette that left her bewildered and lost in thought.

……

The next day.

"Go on, my little cat."

"Let the Naberius family tremble for you."

Hei Ge's eyes sharpened instantly. She nodded heavily, her figure transforming into a black shadow as she disappeared into the courtyard.

……

The following week.

A plague known as "Black Song" is spreading wildly within the Nabelius family's territory.

"That's the third one! Another captain with a weapon-type artifact has been killed!"

"The scene is the same as last time, with almost no trace of a proper battle. All 860 corpses were killed with a single blow!"

"That traitor! She's become a real monster!"

Panic spread like a virus among the Naberius family.

Those reincarnated demons who used to swagger around because of their divine artifacts are now like frightened birds.

The divine artifact was no longer a symbol of glory, but instead became a death warrant.

Some of the more timid members of the household have even begun to secretly contact other nobles, plotting to defect.

The entire Naberius household was in complete chaos.

Meanwhile, the other demon nobles strengthened their own defenses while watching the spectacle with glee.

The undercurrents of the underworld began to surge.

……

Finally, this detailed and chilling report on the series of assassinations was urgently delivered to the Fallen Angels' headquarters by the mole.

Governor Azazel was sprawled out in his research room, fast asleep with a pile of profound magic books as his pillow, a suspicious drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Governor! Governor! Something terrible has happened in the Underworld!"

Azazel, who had been forcibly shaken awake by his deputy Shemhasa, impatiently scratched his messy hair and rubbed his sleepy eyes as he took the report.

He glanced at it casually, yawning.

"Isn't it just the cat demon's revenge? Let her make a scene. Those old fogies from the Nabelius family deserve to suffer... Hmm?"

His gaze suddenly stopped on the description in the report about the disappearance of the artifact.

That languid expression froze instantly.

"The body is intact, but the divine artifact inside the body seems to have been sucked out of thin air, leaving not even a trace of its original aura?"

Azazel's drowsiness vanished without a trace in that instant.

He sat up abruptly, and his eyes, which always carried a hint of laziness, suddenly blazed with an unprecedented, fervent light befitting a top researcher.

"No...no! This is something a mere stray cat couldn't possibly do!" He stood up and paced back and forth in the room, muttering to himself.

"That little wildcat only knows how to smash toys and boxes together with brute force."

"...This technique...is so clean, so clean it's like an art form!"

"This is not destruction, this is 'removal'! It's a surgical-level precision procedure!"

His deputy, Shemhasa, looked puzzled: "Governor, what do you mean?"

"It means, the god behind Black Song!" Azazel's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

"Moreover, he's an extremely skilled 'guy'!"

He stopped, picked up the report again, and tapped the words "miracle weapon" heavily with his fingers.

“Look at this trajectory! Such a huge commotion in the Underworld, and the target is so precise—they are all weapon-type artifact wielders from the Naberius family.”

"The method is unheard of... This is not a demonstration against the underworld, nor is it simply revenge."