A beautiful girl who transmigrates into a Herrscher of the Void is treated like an elf and conquered

Ah Quan is like a kitten arriving in a new environment for the first time, or more like a husky with excess energy that starts to destroy the house, full of curiosity about everything in the house.

She tiptoed, opened the wardrobe, pulled out the clothes one by one, and held them up, making all sorts of funny faces in front of the mirror.

She slipped into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and began to critique the ingredients inside, attempting to use the power of reason to recreate a pineapple pizza from her memory. The result was an indescribable mass that smelled burnt.

She rummaged through drawers and cupboards, finding all sorts of small items—she treated the TV remote as a novel toy, pressing buttons back and forth until the screen flickered; she flipped through old photo albums until they were a mess, giggling at the photos of the subjects as children; she even found a dusty guitar in the corner, which she strummed haphazardly, producing a jarring noise.

The entire house gradually became a mess under her silent yet thorough "exploration".

The person who started all of this was enjoying it immensely, his large golden eyes sparkling with the excitement of discovering a new continent.

(Wow! This glows! ~☆)

(Huh? There seems to be a sound coming from inside this box? ~☆Let's open it and see!~☆)

(Ah! This cushion is so soft! ~☆ I'll lie down for a bit! ~☆)

She pulled books off the bookshelf, flipped through a couple of pages, and then casually stuffed them back in the wrong place; she picked up the figurines on the table and examined them closely, even trying to take them apart to see what their internal structure was like, but fortunately, her power of reason was not yet enough for her to fully analyze them; she pulled out clothes from the wardrobe and compared them to others; she even rummaged through the game cartridges and her secret stash of money (?) that she kept in the bedside table and scattered them all over the floor.

Her actions carried a childlike innocence and destructive force, with no consideration for tidying up or putting things back in their place.

In no time, the room, which had been fairly tidy, became as if it had been burgled, with scattered items and messy traces everywhere.

(Oh! What is this shiny round disc (CD)? ~☆)

(Wow! This box (game console) seems to make sounds and lights! ~☆ How do I open it? Do I press here?)

(Hmm? The clothes the people in this picture book are wearing are really weird... But, they seem kind of interesting? ~☆)

When she finally stopped, satisfied or perhaps temporarily losing interest, she looked at the mess in the room and belatedly felt a little guilty.

(...It seems...to be a bit messy? ~☆)

(Hmm... If weak Shan wakes up and sees this, she'll definitely nag endlessly, right? ~☆ She might even cut back on my snacks and game time! ~☆)

The thought of Chiin's possible helpless, frustrated, or even angry expression made A-Quan a little apprehensive.

But to admit her mistakes and take action to rectify them? Absolutely not! That would damage her dignity as a "powerful evil"!

So, her proud instincts made her make a quick decision—

(Hmph! ~☆ Anyway, I... have had enough fun in this new body! There's nothing interesting here anymore! ~☆)

(Yes! I'm not running away! I'm just... just going to do a more important "night patrol"! ~☆That's right!~☆)

She tried to convince herself, then glanced furtively at Chiin, who was still fast asleep on the bed, before carefully and tiptoeing out of the room, through the messy living room, and into the entryway.

She glanced back at the "masterpiece" she had created, a faint hint of apology flashing in her golden eyes, but it was immediately overshadowed by her stubborn insistence that "I did nothing wrong."

(Anyway... anyway, the weak and kind will understand... probably~☆)

(Anyway, let's go out and lay low for a while! ~☆)

With such irresponsible thoughts, and a hint of curiosity and excitement about the unknown outside world, A-Quan quietly opened the door.

Like a rebellious teenage girl who ran away from home in the middle of the night, she blended into the quiet and dark streets outside and began her first "independent" adventure.

Meanwhile, inside the room, Chiin, completely unaware of what was happening, was still smacking her lips in her sleep, oblivious to the "surprise" that awaited her upon waking.

And a troublemaker at home has already slipped out, possibly bringing new and unpredictable... annoyances to the late-night security of Tiangong City.

Chapter 170 First Encounter at the Night Market

Silently closing the door behind him, locking the mess behind him for the time being, Ah Quan was like a bird that had broken free of its cage, instantly casting away any trace of guilt.

The hallway was silent and deserted, except for the motion-activated lights that turned on one by one with her footsteps. She first looked at the glowing bulbs with curiosity, then was drawn in by the feeling of "controlling the light."

She started running wildly in the hallway, deliberately stomping her feet, watching the lights flicker on and off in rhythm with her, and letting out soft, happy laughter.

"Hmph~☆ I, the King... no, I, A-Quan, am free~☆!"

She ran to the window at the end of the corridor. The night breeze, carrying a cool and refreshing scent, brushed against her face, ruffling her silver hair and thin white nightgown.

She took a deep breath and felt the air in the whole world was filled with the taste of freedom.

Just then, a cluster of dazzling lights in the distance caught her eye.

The light was not as regular and rigid as the lights in residential buildings, but rather colorful, flowing and shimmering, like a leaping river of light spread across the ground.

A cacophony of sounds, full of life, drifted on the breeze, mingled with various enticing... aromas?

Ah Quan sniffed hard with her small nose.

(Hmm? This tastes like...)

(It's...it's food! So much food! It looks just like the pictures in Xiaoshan's memory, but it smells even better! ~☆)

Her golden eyes instantly lit up dramatically, as if she had discovered a treasure even more interesting than spatial teleportation.

Images of "night markets" from Chiin's memories immediately flashed through her mind—steaming hot snacks, a dazzling array of small commodities, and crowds of people jostling shoulder to shoulder...

(It's decided! My first night patrol will be there! ~☆)

Her cravings were completely aroused, and she subconsciously wiped away non-existent drool, completely forgetting that she was wearing a slightly loose white dress that looked like pajamas, and also forgetting the crucial issue that she was penniless.

"Whoosh-!"

Like a white shadow, she rushed down the stairs at a speed far exceeding that of ordinary people. Although she deliberately suppressed her Herrscher power, her physical abilities were still superhuman, and she was even too lazy to wait for the elevator.

The motion-activated lights in the hallway flickered rapidly again, caused by her.

As she rushed out of the apartment building, the cool night air enveloped her even more clearly.

With a clear goal in mind, she began a new round of "sprinting" towards the brightly lit and fragrant night market.

Under the streetlights, a "girl" wearing a white nightgown, with long, flowing silver hair and an exquisitely beautiful face, was crossing the quiet street at an astonishing speed, heading straight for the bustling and lively place in the distance.

If a passerby returning home late saw that scene, they would probably think they had stumbled upon a "running white ghost" from an urban legend.

However, A-Quan didn't care at all.

Her entire being was captivated by the complex and enticing aromas of the night market, a mixture of grilled skewers, takoyaki, fried noodles, candied hawthorns, and more.

(It smells so good! ~☆ That round, golden thing (takoyaki)! That skewered meat sizzling with oil (grilled skewers)! That bright red, shiny fruit (candied hawthorn)! I want to try them all! ~☆)

As for how to pay? Well... in A-Quan's simple and straightforward thinking, there seems to be no need for the complicated concept of "currency" between "wanting" and "getting".

After all, your own fist is the greatest truth.

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Ah Quan ran all the way, relying on his extraordinary sensitivity to aromas, and easily found the brightly lit night market.

She stopped at the entrance of the night market, slightly out of breath. Her silver hair was a little messy from running, and her loose white nightgown made her look even more slender and thin.

What was most striking were her bare, jade-like feet, which rested directly on the cool, slightly rough ground. Her feet were delicate and beautiful, her ankles exquisite, and her skin was so white it was almost translucent.

Under the colorful lights of the night market, it looked as if it were carved from the finest white jade, forming a striking contrast with the dark ground, yet it also had a sense of fragility and helplessness due to the dust on it.

She paid no attention to her appearance or her bare feet; her golden eyes, like the brightest stars, sparkled with pure curiosity and longing as she followed every stall that exuded an enticing aroma.

Her nostrils twitched constantly, and saliva almost dripped uncontrollably from her mouth. Like a butterfly attracted by nectar, she lingered in front of each stall.

"It smells so good...this...and that...they all look so delicious~☆" she murmured softly, completely immersed in this food paradise.

At that moment, a stall emitting a rich aroma of grilled meat caught her attention.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man with a somewhat fierce-looking face and a shallow scar on his face. He was skillfully flipping the meat skewers on the grill, the oil sizzling.

The middle-aged man noticed the strangely dressed but strikingly beautiful silver-haired girl who was standing in front of the stall, gazing longingly at the grilled meat. He frowned, especially at her bare feet, but then gave her a friendly smile and waved to Ah Quan.

"Young lady, would you like some grilled meat skewers? They're freshly grilled and smell delicious!"

Ah Quan's eyes instantly lit up like a thousand-watt light bulb! She excitedly ran over, looked up, and asked expectantly, "R-really? Can I really eat it?"

(That's great! ~☆ There are still good people in this world! The weak good is right, we can't just destroy the world! Otherwise, such a wonderful thing wouldn't happen! ~☆)

She was secretly delighted, her view of the world subtly improved a little by a skewer of grilled meat.

The man was infected by her pure and undisguised joy, and his smile became even more genuine: "Sure! A big meat skewer is only 200 yen!"

"Yen yen?" A-Quan tilted his head, his joy instantly freezing, replaced by utter bewilderment. "Ah... I... I don't have any money..."

She was then jolted awake from the temptation of the food and remembered the concepts of "currency" and "purchase" from Chiin's memories.

The middle-aged man was also stunned, his smile freezing on his face: "No...no money? Little girl..." He looked at A-Quan's bare feet and ill-fitting pajamas, and some guesses formed in his mind.

“Waaah…” A wave of immense disappointment and embarrassment instantly overwhelmed A-Quan.

She thought about how excited she had been just now, only to realize that she couldn't even afford a single meat skewer, and felt extremely ashamed.

She squatted down in distress, hugged her knees with her arms, buried her face in them, her small body curled up into a ball, and her golden hair whorl revealed her helplessness.

(So...so embarrassing...~☆)

(As expected, this world is still the best... No, no! The weak and kind will get angry... But... I really want to eat it... Waaah...)

Just as she was struggling with her inner conflict and even began to have dangerous thoughts, a warm but rough hand gently placed on her head and ruffled her soft silver hair.

A-Quan looked up in surprise, his eyes a little red.

The scarred man sighed helplessly, but his eyes softened considerably.

He turned around and picked out a large, meaty skewer from the grill, which was exceptionally substantial and had a wonderfully caramelized aroma. He also took a glass of iced cola from the insulated box next to him and handed it to A-Quan.

"Look, no money...it's okay if you don't have money,"

The middle-aged man spoke softly, with a gentleness that didn't match his appearance, "Consider this skewer and this Coke as my treat."

A-Quan stared blankly at the food handed to him. The meat skewers emitted an irresistible aroma, and tempting water droplets condensed on the inside of the cola cup.

Seeing her incredulous expression, the older man added:

"But little girl, don't run away from home so easily in the future. It's so dangerous to run out alone at night, barefoot. Your family will be very worried if they can't find you."

Looking at the uncle's kind face despite the scar, and then at the heavy skewers of meat and iced cola in his hand, a warm feeling he had never experienced before welled up from the bottom of his heart, dispelling all his grievances and dark thoughts.

She nodded vigorously, took the food, and whispered, "Th...thank you..."

Then, she couldn't wait to take a big bite of the meat skewer. The aroma of the meat and the crispy texture made her squint her eyes happily, her cheeks bulging.

(Delicious! ~☆ The world... is so wonderful! ~☆)

As she ate this "free" dinner, she silently memorized the old man's words.

(Will my family worry? Will even a weak and kind person like me worry about me?)

Chapter 171 The saleswoman Aquan

Ah Quan sat on a small stool provided by the barbecue vendor, holding the first skewer of meat in his hands, taking small bites, eating each bite with utmost seriousness and appreciation.

The smoky, charred fat from the grilled meat clung to the corners of her mouth. She carefully licked it off with the tip of her pink tongue, her golden eyes narrowing into slits with happiness. Her adorable expression, purely enjoying the food, seemed to be the most vivid advertisement for the skewers of meat in her hands.

Her unpretentious and happy eating habits created a unique and eye-catching scene in the bustling and vibrant night market.

"Look at that little girl, she's eating so deliciously!"

"Silver hair and golden eyes, is that cosplay? So cute!"

"That barbecue place she ate at looks pretty good, shall we go and buy some to try?"

Soon, tourists were drawn to it.

At first, a few young people took the opportunity of buying meat skewers to secretly peek at Ah Quan sitting to the side, and casually asked the fierce-looking uncle who was too busy to bother with other people's business for a few skewers.

But things took an unexpected turn.

Ah Quan's "mukbang" style is so infectious that even passersby are tempted to stop and queue up when they see her eating so deliciously.

The line at the uncle's barbecue stall grew at a visible speed.

"Boss, five skewers of fatty and lean meat, please!"

"Ten skewers, please! Extra spicy!"

"Three more chicken wings, please!"

The uncle was able to handle it at first, but he was soon overwhelmed by a flood of orders.

He was busy grilling meat, brushing on sauce, collecting money and giving change all by himself. He was sweating profusely and his hands were all tangled up. The smoke from the charcoal fire made the scars on his face look reddish.

Several times I almost messed up the orders or forgot to collect the money.

"I can't take it anymore... I'm too busy..." The middle-aged man looked at the ever-growing queue and felt overwhelmed.