Eu não contratei uma súcuba? Quem é esse idiota?
O mundo mudou drasticamente. No início do vazamento da energia demoníaca, uma pequena parte das pessoas começou a despertar para os pactos demoníacos; alguns usavam suas habilidades para praticar o ma
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“News from our station: Recently, multiple random serial killings have occurred across the country. The victims’ deaths are bizarre. All citizens are urged to exercise extreme caution when going out.”
“News from our station: Recently, a surge of videos claiming to show ‘supernatural’ phenomena have appeared online. We advise all residents to carefully discern the truth and refrain from believing or spreading rumors.”
“News from our station…”
In the early morning, the television in the room kept broadcasting one explosive news report after another.
Outside the screen, a young man sat at the dining table, absentmindedly nibbling on a hard piece of bread, his eyes occasionally darting sideways.
The young man’s name was Xia Yang. Nearly two years after graduating from university, like most people, the sharp edges of his youth had been worn down by society, transforming him into a typical corporate drone.
In the past, when he saw such so-called supernatural news, Xia Yang would simply smile faintly and mutter, “The less educated you are, the more mysterious the world seems.”
But now, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t say that line.
Because on the table beside him sat a girl no bigger than a palm, with long horns atop her head and wings sprouting from her back, clutching a small torn piece of bread and staring blankly.
The girl sniffed the bread left and right, furrowing her brow as she glanced at Xia Yang, then glanced down at the bread in her hand before violently throwing it down, placing her hand