Once, I wanted to be a good person

Then she looked at the matchbox placed on the table.

With a single thought,

the matchbox sprouted two tiny pitch-black legs and arms and abruptly lept up.

It then moved to the front of the table, lifted its lid, and pulled out a similarly black match, sliding it across its own body with a "schh~" sound.

Instantly, a tuft of black flame burst out.

It then lit the desk lamp, bowed to Miaomiao, and jumped back to its original position, retracting its limbs.

Staring at the black flame on the oil, Miaomiao was momentarily stunned.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

'Do I really possess Awakening Abilities now?'

'Have I really become an Awakener?'

Miaomiao always felt as though she was dreaming.

She recalled the days when she had first met Mr. Devil.

It seemed that it was just under 10 days ago.

In just 10 days, she had transformed from a girl in the slums who needed protection from everybody, into an Awakener with magical abilities that she could only look up to before.

Not only did she have Miss Monster as her guard, but she was also helping Mr. Devil to manage a slum...

This radical change truly made Miaomiao wonder if she was dreaming.

After sitting quietly on the bed for a while, Miaomiao gathered her thoughts.

Then she straightened her clothes, opened the door, and walked along the silent, deserted streets.

Wherever she went, darkness spread, engulfing every nook and cranny, every house, every home...

Miaomiao closed her eyes, and all the details of the entire street were clear in her mind.

Then she opened her eyes and softly uttered, "Dark Soldiers, assemble."

In an instant, a shadow emerged from every strapping man along the street.

The shadows were identical to the men, yet they were devoid of expression and completely black.

Then they stepped forth, passing through walls and out of their homes to assemble in front of Miaomiao, all kneeling on one knee—over thirty men in total.

Miaomiao looked at them, then softly commanded, "Don armor."

The darkness surged, and chunks of black armor spontaneously formed on their bodies.

Miaomiao hesitated for a moment, then said once more, "Bear arms."

Instantly, the darkness surged again, and their empty hands now held long spears.

Looking at this troop of Dark Soldiers, Miaomiao turned her head towards the vast slum, then softly commanded, "Go. Guard his territory for Lord Devil...."

In an instant, those shadow warriors briskly dispersed, beginning to hide in every corner of the slum....

That night, during patrols of the slums by Miaomiao's party, whenever they encountered resistance or sudden incidents, one or two spear-wielding, clad in black armor Disaster Creatures appeared.

These creatures were slightly weaker than the shadow warriors, resembling a weakened version of them. But even weakened, with the boost from the Power of Laws, they were not foes ordinary humans could withstand. Thus, wherever they went, all disputes ceased.

By the next day, those who initially wanted to stir trouble realized that as soon as they made a move, the Dark Soldiers would appear in droves, immediately deterring any further actions.

Thanks to this troop of Dark Soldiers, the previously tumultuous slum suddenly had a new order...

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Pang and some other locals familiar with Miaomiao came to see her, curious to ask what exactly was going on.

And Miaomiao, wearing a newly purchased black voile dress, embroidered with twin goat horns, devoutly knelt towards the east and said, "This is all... Mr. Devil's grace......"

.......

Truth be told, Fang Ze was actually quite happy with the new shadow warrior.

If... that shadow warrior could just be a bit more normal.

Ever since he got the new shadow warrior, Fang Ze felt as if his life had changed.

When he woke up, he found something very soft under his head. Then, looking up, he realized he was lying on the other's leg.

He wanted to quietly practice his horse stance, and the other would wave a small black flag beside him, cheering him on.

He mentioned offhand he was a bit hungry. Then, five minutes later, he would see the other squeezing out of a crevice in the cave, holding freshly picked fruit...

Truth be told, Fang Ze was a bit scared.

This wasn't quite like any shadow warrior he knew.

Shouldn't shadow warriors be somewhat dumb and dazed?

Why does this one feel... a bit off!?

Especially when he saw that look she gave him, Fang Ze always felt... boys should protect themselves when they're outside.

Not to be seduced by a woman over minor favors...

So, he forcibly requested this new shadow warrior to return to his shadow and then he contacted Bai.

He remembered Bai once claimed to be a walking encyclopedia, knowing a great deal about Awakeners. So... he should have some knowledge about Disaster Creatures too, right?

He wanted to find out if there were shadow warriors in this world, what kinds they were, if there were any rankings or categories.

However, oddly enough, when Windbreeze Flower called, Bai did not answer for a long while.

Fang Ze was puzzled, but he had no choice but to end the call.

After that, under the grieving eyes of the new shadow warrior, he did an hour of squat-and-rise, and then he tried contacting Bai again.

This time, Bai picked up very quickly.

But as soon as the call connected, Fang Ze noticed some noise and chaos on the other end.

Since Windbreeze Flower couldn't peek at the surroundings without permission, he could only curiously ask, "Chief Bai Ling, what are you doing over there?"

Bai sounded a bit tense as he replied, "Fang Ze, we're preparing for a battle!"

"Preparing for battle?" Fang Ze was startled.

Bai nodded, then said seriously, "We've spotted traces of the Rejuvenation Society nearby. They are continuously gathering forces, and the numbers are substantial."

"It looks like they might launch an attack tonight."

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