Fox Has No Malicious Intent

"Slaying gods and demons?"

Before Xiaolansheng could even finish his question, his furious roommate shoved a gas mask over his head and dragged him back to the dorm.

The old dorm building's walls were mottled and peeling, and the southern humidity was way higher than up north. You could faintly smell the fishy stench of moss in the corridor and see the mold spots on the walls.

Xiaolansheng was completely baffled. As soon as he stepped into the room, he saw that someone was already tied up inside.

The guy's eyes were wide with terror, staring at Xiaolansheng with a pleading look.

"Today, I'm gonna flay him alive!"

The overheated roommate's face was grim. He grabbed the guy and dragged him toward the bathroom as he spoke: "I'll go 1v1 with him. You guys are in charge of raiding his lair..."

"Did Old Deng just grab a steel wool scrubber? Hey hey hey, what the hell are you doing!" Xiaolansheng realized the situation was getting a bit out of hand and immediately tried to stop Brother Deng.

"Let Brother Deng go! Otherwise he's gonna end up with depression sooner or later..." The roommate pulled Xiaolansheng back, sighed, and said, "Remember Brother Deng's girlfriend? The super-leggy goddess he's always bragging about..."

The roommate slowly recounted the whole story. A few days ago, Brother Deng went to the hospital for a physical with his girlfriend. After the checkup, he said he'd get her some medicine for athlete's foot.

His girlfriend shot him a look and cursed him out, saying, shouldn't this black‑stockings perv know whether she has athlete's foot or not?

Brother Deng, who had suffered multiple lung infections because of those beautiful legs and was actually proud of it, froze on the spot and looked at his girlfriend with a string of question marks over his head.

"Pfft..."

Xiaolansheng was still stunned, trying to figure out what causal link there was between the two, but the Ansheng floating in the sky was already letting out a string of "ying ying ying" weird giggles.

Old Deng's misfortune was indeed worthy of sympathy, provided he hadn't been constantly flaunting his relationship every day...

But Old Deng just loved showing off. He even treated his lung fungal infections as achievements, bragging about them to his roommates all the time, to the point that he'd specifically run over to inform Ansheng during elective class sign‑ups.

And in the end...

The fungus that invaded his lungs, by some cosmic joke, turned out to be a gift from the roommate on the upper bunk.

The fungus full of raw male hormones had had Old Deng in a red‑lined rage for days.

That very day, he caught the roommate and dragged him into the shower room, scrubbing the slob within an inch of his life. He scrubbed that upper‑bunk slob until his skin was rosy and tender, leaving the guy looking utterly wronged.

"But... in the end Old Deng still didn't end up with his girlfriend. They broke up right after graduation. That slob, on the other hand, actually turned out kinda presentable."

Watching the roughhousing and pig‑slaughter screams in the dorm, Ansheng, floating in the sky, remembered some things that happened later.

Brother Deng's girlfriend broke up with him as soon as they graduated. There wasn't any dramatic reason; it was just that one went back to their hometown, and the other was planning to head to a coastal city.

The slob, though, lucked out. Under Brother Deng's strict supervision, he managed to land himself a girlfriend in senior year and became her dog.

Even though the slob's girlfriend wouldn't let him touch her, wouldn't let him appear in the dorm or in front of her friends, and made him pick up packages and deliver breakfast every day, plus bring her an umbrella when it rained...

He was humble to the point of pitiful, but it didn't matter, because his girlfriend paid him a salary of thirteen thousand a month.

Afterwards, when the roommates debriefed the whole thing, they felt the rich girl's thought process was a little out there.

Normally, when you recruit someone to haul stuff and run errands like this, you don't call him "boyfriend." You call him: errand‑boy.

"Hm?"

While Ansheng was still thinking about what happened later, he suddenly felt a suction force pulling him away from the dreamscape in front of him. His whole fox body started drifting upward into the sky.

Ansheng tried to exit the [Dreamscape], and the memories of that failed attempt to invite his four college roommates out were carried out from that memory lake and turned into two books, which then sank into that always‑eyes‑closed Four-tailed Fox statue.

"Dong—"

The instant the memory‑books entered the Four-tailed Fox statue, the pale‑blue statue shuddered, and an invisible ripple burst outward from within.

The pale‑blue Five-tailed Fox statue took a step forward, raised its head, and let out a soundless moan.

A sixth fluffy tail grew out accordingly, and the formless wave patterns in the consciousness space continued to intensify.

"Hm?"

Fused with the Six-tailed Fox statue, Ansheng started to see a bit of light before his eyes. The originally storm‑tossed scene inside the consciousness space calmed down in an instant.

"So this is... the Self Will Unos was talking about?"

Leaping straight from a Four-tailed Fox to a Six-tailed Fox, Ansheng immediately felt that the world had changed.

His Self Will had completed its second‑stage awakening.

The Power of Will could now extend beyond his body. It wasn't like the legendary divine sense that could, with a single thought, map everything within hundreds of miles into your mind...

But Ansheng could feel that he'd gained something like a drone's perspective.

Even if he just squatted in place, he could raise his viewpoint up a hundred meters into the air and extend it outward a certain distance, using himself as the origin point.

"Come."

With a flicker of intent, Ansheng shifted into a top‑down view and focused his attention on a stone in the consciousness space.

The stone trembled slightly, rose into the air, and in an instant crossed the void to float before Master Fuli.

"Hup!"

The Six-tailed Fox statue's eyes widened, and the little stone floating before him instantly shattered into dust.

"It does look pretty cool..."

"It's just that, after seeing Nianjia's bouncing‑bullet matrix, this feels kinda meh. When I get the chance, I'll grab Nianjia or Sun Xingyao to give me some lessons."

Being able to shatter a stone with a single thought would already make you a grandmaster among grandmasters on Blue Star, and the Longevity Club was even willing to give up their human forms in pursuit of this power.

But in Ansheng's eyes, this kind of use of the Power of Will was still a bit crude, nowhere near the essence of it.

Whether it was Shasha or Nianjia, they both used the Power of Will as a microscope, building a system of Will entirely unique to their own civilization.

The Life Blueprint System of the First Epoch built the miracle of life like stacking building blocks.

The Second Epoch harvested all kinds of matter and used a Will‑furnace built in the void to carry out all sorts of derivative reactions.

Those Old Dengs each played with it more flamboyantly than the last.

Still, having Self Will meant he'd obtained the key to all those fancy tricks.

"Dong..."

The Six-tailed Fox statue settled back down on the ground, and Ansheng's consciousness slowly returned to his body in the outside world.

[Physique: 240]

[Wisdom: 198]

[Wish Power: 0]

"Ying..."

In his sleep, Master Fuli let out a soft little whimper from his muzzle. He opened his eyes and reflexively tried to stretch.

Only...

Halfway through the stretch, Master Fuli froze in place, his fox face full of bewilderment as he took in the sight of the hot spring villa around him.

The hot spring courtyard that had once had a rich Song‑style charm had undergone a complete upheaval.

The flat courtyard was now full of bumps and dips, all kinds of buried pipes had bulged up out of the ground, and one corner of the villa was actually soaking in bubbling hot spring water.

That wall‑full of big red sandalwood tea chairs worth three hundred million, the set Ansheng particularly loved, had even turned around.

The main seat that was supposed to be against the wall was now facing the entryway.

The attendants in the room all wore dazed expressions, as if they still hadn't recovered from the "burst pipe" just now.

"Master Fuli, you're awake?"

"That was seriously spectacular just now!"

From the second‑floor windowsill, Lin Ying leaned out her upper body, a pair of fox ears perched on her head, a high‑speed camera in hand as she called excitedly to Master Fuli.

"Master Fuli is super strong!"

"???"

Ansheng was completely dumbfounded.

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