Reborn as a beautiful girl, I want to be the best in the world

I don't know. I'm good at swordsmanship and can use a sword. Can I be a swordsmanship teacher?

I'm a good shooter, with steady hands and sharp eyes, and when I was a child, a teacher was willing to teach me painting for free, so I should be able to become a good painter.

But she saved me, but wanted to kill me, and yet she just said it was for my own good.

So I hated her, I hated her the first time I saw her.

She raised her glass to me in front of everyone in the crystal-glittering banquet hall. The eye-catchingness of her accessories was second only to that of the hostess of the banquet, but everyone knew that this was just her modesty.

"To my sister Ye Qing"

"Why?"

"No reason, I enjoy it."

She smiled slyly. She was definitely the most changeable person I had ever met.

"What are you thinking?"

"First Encounter"

"If I hadn't asked you for help that day, what would have happened next?"

"You will die that night without any pain"

"Is it true that there won't be any?"

"No, there will be no pain in falling from heaven."

This time, she was the only daughter of a wealthy family. Everyone praised her beauty and wealth, but I could see at first glance that she was a cuckoo who had robbed a poor baby of what he deserved.

She was the brightest star at the party, and I was just the bodyguard of an insignificant guest, but she raised her glass to me.

"I want to hire you to kill a dragon."

It’s not like I haven’t killed a dragon with my bare hands before. She taught me all these things, and she’s much better than me.

It's just that she looks like a human and feels like one, so she is a human.

But I can't die like a human being, so I grit my teeth.

The leather with the large emerald scales was the cover of my childhood books, and I asked my parents if the things on it were within my hunting range.

The answer I got was no. The flame demons and aurora birds had flown away into the molten golden sunset forever. People no longer had to worry about the sticky giant webs under the dead leaves. The gift bestowed by the gods was taken away by this woman. We and our prey were all ridiculous remnants of the past and present.

She raised her glass to everyone in the golden hall, and my eyes uncovered the disguise under her black dress. She really looked ten times more elegant than she was now.

She and her kind are a mystery. They can transform themselves into the person you love for ten years and then grow a tail on a random night. They are so beautiful that some victims whose hands and feet have been eaten will beg hunters not to kill them.

A night dragon, dream prey, wearing the skin of a maiden.

When I thought about fighting her for a few rounds and forcing her to reveal her true form, my lips started to dry up, but my saliva glands kept secreting. I also started to shiver, as if there was a snake crawling on the back of my neck.

It is like the snake of temptation in the Bible, tempting people to swallow sin.

The evil called science

I didn't do it that day. My parents would be surprised that I learned patience overnight.

Our fathers said that a good hunter should know his prey better than it knows itself, and know how to bend a claw to open an artery just as he knows his own knife well.

I thought this was just knowledge for the weak. My hunting only required me to rush forward and throw a few random punches. Everything I had learned would be useless.

All that stood between me and a good hunter was her. I knew it when I raised my hand holding the wine glass between the crystals. Anyway, she was the one who said all this nonsense. As the chosen one, she should be the best at everything she does.

For so many years, she has been trying to train me to be a hunter, saying that is the true heritage of the Gabriel family and the scientific and lawful way.

I breathed in air scented with citrus musk and cigar smoke, brewing gunpowder in my alveoli.

"It's a pleasure to be of service to you." I heard my heart trembling and buzzing.

The next day after I got off work, I changed into the suit I had ordered and drove with her through the streets covered by thick clouds.

Suddenly she snapped her fingers to stop the car, then hooked the handle with her slender fingers.

She walked out of the car barefoot and caught the raindrops on her skirt.

The tip of her toes opened the puddles, and the red skirt danced out flames.

She leaped up and down, her skirt tumbling like a sea slug.

People in the buildings along the street cleared the fog from the glass windows.

I held the car door, held up the black umbrella, and began to lick my lips.

"She is like this, she does whatever she wants." The old butler who was driving the car stared at my pants and frowned like frost-bitten weeds: "I also know that the master is beautiful, but you should at least bend your waist."

I swallowed and told him that what I think and what you think are almost two different things.

There is a hook and sickle in my heart, and I wonder if my iron beak can peck through her black scales.

I saw the dragon's blood flow in boiling rivers as she set the streets ablaze with her dance.

So I uttered an ancient name, and a knife-like wind blew between the cast-iron railings and the dormer windows.

"Witcher!!!"

There was a flash of wings, and we attacked the prey at the same time.

The vortex of wind surrounded the block, and if it was a sunny day, the flying birds would be turned into blood mist.

I closed the car door, let the umbrella float in the air and started to exercise my wrists.

There is one benefit of falling, which is that the holy light will be transformed into the purest "magic power" and reshape anything that exists in fear.

I recalled the existence she had shown me and silently raised my right hand.

The cast iron railings in the surrounding wind wall were cut off in one piece, and then disintegrated into iron rain in the air. Invisible plow marks were carved into the gray walls on both sides of the street, and the people who had just been by the window screamed.

I used my invisible magic knife to encircle the boundary of the hunting ground, and in the center my fiery prey was still dancing.

The wall of wind was tightening, ten thousand sawmills were howling in the air, and farther away in the stagnant water a school of sharks were stirring up waves.

The wall of wind is closing in, like a barbed tongue licking the flesh from the bones, or like the groove of a file grinding the remnants into powder.

The wall of wind is about to tighten, you should see the deformed spirits around you, and my spirit form is the ashes of death, quickly show us your crescent-shaped claws.

The loyal old housekeeper wanted to rush out of the car but found that he couldn't push the door open. He looked at me with pleading eyes, hoping that I would rescue her from the center of the vision.

The raindrops in the vortex were almost flying sideways. She stopped dancing in the mist and gave me a meaningful look.

The real hunt was coming, the air was thick as syrup, and it was my body that sensed the danger and cast a spell to slow down time.

But her spirit didn't change. The source of fear was the cross fire in the distance. I caught a glimpse of a silver bullet drilling through my wind wall. There was actually a shameless guy who wanted to sneak attack me while I was hunting. Was it her arrangement? If so, she underestimated me.

I pointed to where the fire appeared and turned it into a hell of thunder, then spread my hands and waited for the bullets to fly over.

This thing seems to be called something like "Tesi Ladian Coil", and I don't quite understand the wording.

The overlapping scales deflected the disk I threw at her, and the momentum caused her shoulders to tilt and fall to the ground.

This was within my expectations. But how would she fight back? Would she hold onto a ray of sunlight passing through the cumulus clouds or turn into a ball of black sand?

None of them. She looked at her original skin with a look of fear.

She didn't know, how could she not know? The spiritual tide was already surging, and the ancestor spirits of the monsters from Arai should have told her everything in her dream.

"What's wrong with me?" She didn't even dare to touch her real skin. She really didn't know.

"It's just a nightmare." I reached out and imitated her original camouflage spell to wipe away the scales. My skin was white with a slight red tint, exactly as she thought it was.

"Why are you crying? Is it because of your mistake?"

Her hand reached out from her ragged clothes and touched the corner of my eyes. She didn't even notice my action.

"Yes, I am an incompetent apprentice."

At this moment my spell stopped, the rain clouds that were shattered into pieces dispersed, and the leaked sunlight cast my shadow on her.

"Remember, the beings you are hunting now are countless in the deserted well. Only those who can adapt to their changing forms can be their enemies."

“Can I do that, too?”

"It will happen sooner or later. You can choose to target me first. After all, I am the Chosen One."

"Is that so?"

I stretched out my hand towards her, and in an instant, countless shadows appeared beside her.

It was the embodiment of all the monsters that had been hunted, as well as herself.

"Yes, there is a spirit flowing in a place inside your body but not inside your body. Imagine that spirit is like water flowing in your spirit... To be precise, this thing is called DNA."

She sighed, as if marveling at my inability to be carved.

"Then what"

“You have to see it from my perspective”

She walked around in front of me, her head almost completely blocking my view, and a strand of her hair curled up and rested on my arm.

"Control the angle of your open fingers. When the mark and the star map completely overlap, those damn old gods will lend you a spell to modify your DNA."

I found a gap between her hair and took some effort to make the tattoo on my hand intersect with the stars. At this time, the shadow of magic was cast from the sky, and the sea was covered with a curtain-like purple aurora.

Chapter 57: Goddess of Venus

I don't understand what she's talking about DNA, and I don't understand her science.

But I think she is everything to me. After my father died, she is the only one who occupies my heart.

So, she can kill me, love me, or use me as a tool for her sister.

I didn't argue with her anymore and just continued to do what she said.

Gradually, I mastered the so-called "science".

The stuff in a musket is black powder, the stuff used to refine a knife is actually "alloy", and fertility is not determined by fate but by the so-called "DNA".

But in Arai, there are no monsters in Arai.

Our time in the Empire was soon over, and she took me through the world of shadows, past the Emperor's throne, and over the towering mountains.

Until we came to that place, a place abandoned by the gods - Arai.

"They are the abandoned children of the gods' experiments, the products of twisted genes."

She walks among those twisted people, but she is like a holy angel

Those abnormal forms no longer existed on her body, but those powerful powers also seemed to fade away from her body, and she became completely an ordinary person.

"You're watching, right?"

In the crowd, Ye Zhi, who was walking forward, suddenly turned around and met Zhao Manying's eyes without any deviation.

At first, Zhao Manying thought Ye Zhi was looking at Gabriel, but the other person's gaze fell squarely on her, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Isn't this a memory?

Zhao Manying turned around immediately, but Gabriel also had an innocent expression on his face, which made her immediately suspicious of this "angel".

"I'll leave my sister in your care."

Ye Zhi didn't do anything. She just spoke softly to Zhao Manying, and then her figure disappeared in front of Zhao Manying.

Also disappearing was this vast world of memory.

"That's all I can tell you. How about it? Do you regret it now?"

Gabriel smiled and looked at the ball of light in her palm. Although she asked this question, she actually already had the answer in her heart.

She also didn't expect that she would be able to find someone like Zhao Manying, and even be able to integrate into her body so smoothly.

Zhao Manying was silent for a while. To be honest, what happened today was enough to shatter any normal person's three views.

Things beyond comprehension and another real world are undoubtedly announcing to Zhao Manying that abnormal things have already approached her own world.

"I hope you won't do anything I'll regret later."

"It's natural~"

In response to such an answer, Zhao Manying could only sigh and disappear in Gabriel's palm.

Ye Qing was very excited after completing 100 victories and becoming the first myth.

Because this is the first time I have truly reached the summit since I came back.