Chapter 1: I Am Still the World’s Number One Troll

“Is Sister Ran still a good girl?”

“Don’t make your Sister Ran laugh.”

Early morning, a rented apartment.

The cold light of a monitor reflected off a pale face.

This man’s name was Elo. Right now, he was wearing a black hoodie and a black mask.

He was in the middle of a “raiding streams” thunder run.

On the screen in front of him, a live stream was playing from the hottest VTuber on a certain pink app—Witch Weiran.

The character in the stream had long purple hair and a pair of lively beast ears, wearing a Gothic-style black dress. She was thanking her captains’ gifts in a sweet voice.

Even though the avatar was exquisitely cute, Elo, a veteran internet surfer, saw right through it at a glance.

“Tch, an avatar acting all innocent. For all I know, the person behind it has been through a hundred battles already.” Elo shook his head while his fingers flew across the keyboard, typing a barrage comment.

“Is Sister Ran still a good girl?”

A handful of comments drifted by.

“She definitely is!”

“Don’t you dare talk about Ranran like that 😭”

“Mods, do your job 😡”

With a red warning notification, Elo realized he couldn’t speak anymore.

“Pfft…” Elo sneered.

“Who actually believes the person behind that avatar is a good girl these days? She’s probably fulfilling a top donator’s request right now.”

“Or maybe she’s the type… the kind that gets popular online—a bad big sister who likes bullying lolis.”

But since he couldn’t speak anymore, he might as well move on to the next stream.

That was what Elo thought.

But just then, the private message icon in the bottom right corner of his screen suddenly flashed.

It was a message from someone named “Witch Weiran_Official.”

“Oh ho?”

Elo was stunned for a second, then grinned.

“Avatars are working this hard for popularity now? Personally coming to DM haters?”

He opened the message. The other side had sent an image—a screenshot of the barrage comments he had just posted in the stream.

Then came a line of text:

【Witch Weiran_Official】: Sir, coming to my stream every day to post this stuff and not even becoming a captain… Don’t you think that’s a bit too much?

“That last part is the real point, huh…” Elo raised an eyebrow.

Heh, the best way to deal with official accounts like this was to be more shameless than them.

He typed furiously and replied:

【User9527 (Elo)】: Mommy 😍

The other side was silent for three seconds.

【Witch Weiran_Official】: …Seems like you have quite the guts. Do you need me to review the things you said in the comments earlier? You made my fans upset.

Elo chuckled.

“So it’s an operator. Trying to play the ‘loving fans’ persona? Fine, I’ll play along.”

【User9527 (Elo)】: What? Hit a nerve? Mad that I’m right?

【Witch Weiran_Official】: I’m just thinking… what would happen to someone as reckless as you if you met a real witch in real life?

【User9527 (Elo)】: What would happen? You gonna eat me alive or something?

【Witch Weiran_Official】: Heh, maybe something even more interesting. If you say another insulting word, I’ll come punish you offline.

“Offline real… and then what? Are you gonna fire me?”

With a mocking attitude, Elo continued replying.

【User9527 (Elo)】: 111 Mommy really coming? Remember to bring some magic props, or I’m afraid Mommy won’t have enough fun 😍

This time, the reply came extremely fast.

【Witch Weiran_Official】: Wait.

Elo felt like an absolute god.

He imagined the person behind that avatar seeing his reply and throwing a fit. He was in a great mood.

“HAHAHAHA, I’m still the world’s number one troll 😋”

“Logging off.”

Elo hummed a tune, clicked log out, and casually turned off the monitor.

“What a joke.” He stretched, turned around to grab a soda from the fridge. “VTubers these days are so impatient. A couple of words and they lose it…”

But then… before his words could even finish, he froze in place.

A chill shot up his spine with no warning.

The door, which should have been tightly shut, was now silently cracked open.

No, it wasn’t just the door. The air in the entire room seemed to thicken, carrying a scent of some high-end perfume.

“What a disgusting place.”

A lazy, husky, dangerously seductive female voice rang out directly behind his head.

Every hair on Elo’s body stood on end. He mechanically turned around.

In the shadows behind him stood a tall silhouette.

He couldn’t see her face clearly—only a pair of eyes glowing with eerie purple light in the darkness, and a staff glowing with a faint purple aura in her hand.

“You… ugh—” Elo’s voice trembled. He tried to scream for help, but his throat felt like it was being strangled by an invisible hand.

“Hello there, sir~”

The silhouette chuckled softly, raising her hand and lightly pointing in the air.

“Big sis has come to fulfill her promise.”

Boom—!

Elo felt his consciousness being yanked away in an instant.

“No way… that Weiran actually came?!”

“And this ominous feeling…”

“You… you really are a witch?!”

“Who knows~”

The next second, Elo felt a surge of killing intent emanating from her.

“Hii—can we make peace?”

Elo begged with teary eyes.

He wanted to struggle, but found that he couldn’t move even a single finger.

That power was too strong, far beyond what a human could contend with.

“At this moment? Are you joking?” Witch Weiran stepped closer, her high heels tapping on the floor like a death countdown.

“Please don’t kill me! I’ll do anything!” Elo had long abandoned any pride as the world’s number one troll. Survival came first.

“Hmm… speaking of which, didn’t you call me Mommy before?” the witch mused.

“Uh…” Elo felt awkward.

That was just a joke…

Who would actually call an avatar Mommy? (

“Heh, it just so happens I’ve been wanting to raise a little cutie.” The witch gave a wicked smile.

“You… want me to be your son, and then you’ll let me go?” Elo frowned.

“Neither of your wishes will come true. But whether you live or die depends on how you perform from now on.”

With that, she muttered something under her breath, and the gem at the top of her staff burst into blinding light, swallowing Elo completely.

“Aaaahhh—!”

Elo felt his consciousness being ripped away, his body tossed into a washing machine on a violent spin cycle.

Bones were restructuring… muscles were shrinking… his soul was trembling…

He seemed to be transforming into something…

Ugh X﹏X

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Pain.

His whole body ached as if it had been dismantled and reassembled.

Elo groggily opened his eyes. His vision was blurry, and everything around him looked strangely huge and unfamiliar.

“Mmm… Where am I… Huh?”

He tried to push himself up, but his arms felt weak and powerless.

“Huh? My voice?”

Why does it sound so weird…

And… why is my clothes so heavy?

Elo looked down. His previously loose black hoodie now hung on him like a dress, reaching down to his thighs.

The collar slipped sideways, revealing pale shoulders.

The sleeves were ridiculously long, completely covering his hands, only the tips of his fingers poking out.

Is this… my clothes?

…Wait ∑(❍ฺд❍ฺlll)

Elo frantically touched his face. The skin felt smooth and delicate—no stubble…

He then panicked and touched his hair. What was once short black hair had become silky silver-white, flowing down to his waist.

“What… What is this?! Aaah—!”

The voice that came out was no longer his original raspy tone, but a soft, sweet, slightly tearful loli voice.

“You’re awake, Mr. Elo.”

That familiar voice sounded again.

Elo jerked his head up. The woman in the Gothic dress was sitting on a chair nearby, watching him with a half-smile.

The room now had light, and he could finally see her face clearly. It was a stunningly beautiful face, with a pair of purple eyes filled with… a possessive desire that sent chills down his spine.

“How do you feel?” The woman stood up, walked over to the bed with a condescending stride, and reached out with long fingers to lift Elo’s chin.

“Oh, wait. I should call you Miss Noel now~”

“Noel… ah!”

Elo—now Noel—felt his mind go blank. He instinctively shrank back, but the woman grabbed his ankle and dragged him back to the center of the bed.

“That’s right, Noel. This is the new name I’ve bestowed upon you.” Weiran leaned down, her warm breath brushing against Noel’s ear.

“Who would’ve thought you’d survive the transformation spell, and turn into such a cute little thing… Hehe, from now on, you’re my familiar. You’ll have to listen to Big Sis, got it?”

“Familiar…”

Noel’s eyes were vacant. His world felt like it was collapsing.

He looked at the mirror on the dresser, seeing a tiny, pitiful stranger with white hair and red eyes. Then he looked back at the terrifying witch before him, who wielded real magic. The immense fear finally broke past its limit.

She opened her mouth wide and let out her first wail since arriving in this world.

“Eeee—Noooo (つд⊂)”