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That bastard—he really meant it when he said I have to be vegetarian. It’s been three days, and I haven’t seen a single bit of meat.

I wanted to pee in his bathwater, but I can’t even climb up there.

I’m so mad.

Just wait, when I become stronger, I’ll tie you up, and then I’ll do this and that…

“What are you doing here?”

A voice suddenly came from behind me.

I flinched and turned to meet Song Jiu’an’s gaze.

I rubbed against his hand, letting out a soft, pleasing whine, though inside I was crying.

Being vegetarian is at least better than starving. I need to stay on his good side—he’s my only meal ticket now.

Song Jiu’an handed me a fruit. I didn’t catch it, and it fell to the ground.

He sighed softly and used a spell to clean it before giving it to me again.

I quickly grabbed it with my paws.

The King of Hell must be feeling merciful today—he’s even giving me dessert! This little peach is so red and looks delicious.

I sniffed it, the fragrance filling my nose, and took a bite. It was so sweet!

Suddenly, the system screamed, “Stop! Don’t eat it! That’s a Transformation Fruit!”

Its voice was so sharp it startled me, and I gulped it down before I could stop myself.

What fruit? A Transformation Fruit?

What the hell?!

The next moment, I watched in horror as the ground got farther away from me.

In just a few steps away from Song Jiu’an, I… turned into a human?

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#5

Does anyone understand what’s happening? I’m a fox demon, and I just transformed into a human five meters away from a demon hunter!

I screamed internally, “Why didn’t you warn me sooner?”

The system screamed back just as frantically, “How was I supposed to know?! I just looked away for a second, and suddenly you ate a Transformation Fruit!”

Then, it laughed, “You’ve hit the jackpot! That fruit is priceless out there, and he just gave it to you like it was nothing. He must really love you!”

Is that the point right now? The important thing is figuring out how to keep myself alive!

The system finally understood my panic and patted my hand.

“Don’t worry, I can temporarily suppress your demon energy. Just make sure he doesn’t see you.”

Then, with a righteous look, it added, “I won’t ask for much in return—just ten mid-grade spirit stones.”

“…”

Ten? I don’t even have one.

“You’re really milking this.”

I smirked, “How many days would I have to sell myself to pay that back?”

The system gasped, “No way! Prostitution is illegal!”

“We’re in an ancient world, and I’m a male fox spirit—why are you quoting 21st-century laws at me?”

Thankfully, there was a screen between me and Song Jiu’an, blocking his view.

It was a bit see-through, but ancient clothing has so many layers, it’s basically opaque once draped over something.

I curled myself up to make sure he couldn’t see me while he was bathing.

“How long does this Transformation Fruit last?”

I tried to revert to my original form but couldn’t.

The cloud-like system floated in front of me, holding up three fingers.

“Three days?”

Crap! If I stay in human form for three days, I’ll be dead before I even hit three seconds. My corpse will be cold, believe me!

“I only took one bite—shouldn’t it last less time?”

That doesn’t seem fair.

The system waggled its finger. “Nope. Your cub-sized mouth only took a small bite, so it’ll last for about half an hour.”

Half an hour, huh? Will Song Jiu’an bathe for that long?

The system cackled sinisterly. “If you stay here until he finishes bathing and he sees you, you’re dead for sure.”

“How much is it going to cost for you to hide my presence and sound so I can escape?”

The system gleefully replied, “This time I’ll give you a discount—five mid-grade spirit stones.”

Now I owe fifteen mid-grade spirit stones. Thanks a lot.

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With the system’s help, I managed to sneak out of the room undetected.

The inn Song Jiu’an rented wasn’t fancy, just two rows of rooms with a hallway in between.

One end of the hallway led to the kitchen and firewood storage, the other to the innkeeper’s quarters and the front door.

The system advised, “You stand out too much right now. The innkeeper will definitely remember if someone who looks like you checked in. Let’s hide in the firewood storage.”

It made sense, so I crept down the hallway, trying to be as stealthy as possible.

After being a fox for three days, my coordination was completely off, and I faceplanted twice.

I rubbed my quickly swelling chin, feeling like crying.

I heard footsteps from one of the nearby rooms, so I ditched any attempt at grace and started crawling on all fours.

Say what you will, but four legs are faster.

In no time, I reached the end of the hallway. Before anyone could spot me, I slipped into the firewood room and collapsed inside.

Then I found myself face-to-face with three clucking chickens.

I wiped the drool from my mouth and swatted them aside. One rooster was particularly noisy, clucking non-stop and even trying to peck at me.

I grabbed it by the neck and gave it a couple of punches.

Peace and quiet at last.

I rearranged the hay into a bed and lay down, zoning out.

The system poked my forehead. “Get up, get up! We need to come up with a plan to win him over!”

Its pokes felt like a breeze, not painful at all. I closed my eyes, giving up.

“You want to win him over, so you come up with something.”

If we can’t think of anything, let’s just not bother. Heh.

The system was furious, “Why did I get stuck with such a useless host?”

I used the little magic I knew to conjure up two cotton balls and stuffed them into my ears.

The system kept grumbling, but with the cotton balls, it was like a lullaby, and I quickly drifted off to sleep.

The system muttered, “Damn you xx%***z.”

It sounded like it was cursing me pretty badly.

I didn’t care, though. I’m too laid-back to hold a grudge.

When I woke up, I felt refreshed.

But I was still in human form. I poked the little cloud next to me.

“How much longer? Why haven’t I changed back yet?”

The cloud grumbled before finally replying, “Two more minutes. Don’t rush it.”

Great.

Just two more minutes, and I can go back to freeloading! Wonderful.

The rooster I punched earlier looked like it was gearing up to start trouble again.

It strutted over, pretending to peck the ground, then, quick as lightning, it went for me again.

But I was faster, grabbing its throat again.