CRASH!
At the sound, thousands of believers raised their heads in unison, their faces filled with fear as they looked over.
The heavy doors of the Holy Light Cathedral had been kicked askew by a tiny foot.
After the dust settled, a small figure stepped inside.
Her silver-white hair was fluffy and messy, with a pair of small, sharp dragon horns sticking up from her head. Behind her, a silver dragon tail flicked restlessly back and forth.
Her eyes were clear, brilliant red jewels. Her face was as delicate as a porcelain doll, so adorable it was hard to look away.
Yet her appearance plunged the entire cathedral into deathly silence, even breathing became careful.
As the once-in-ten-thousand-years Dragon God’s bloodline of the silver dragon clan, Yisela Frostscale possessed talent that surpassed the entire continent. She had mastered powerful divine power since childhood.
She was the continent’s recognized little dragon menace.
But no one knew that inside this soft, cute silver dragon loli’s body was the soul of a little boy from modern Earth.
In his previous life, he was known at home as a mischievous brat, using his cute appearance to specifically pick on kind, good-looking older sisters.
Bound by rules in that life, he couldn’t let loose and have fun. In this life, possessing power that was practically invincible, she had completely unleashed her true nature.
She ran wild across the continent following her whims, especially delighting in teasing good-looking young ladies.
Today was no different.
Yisela tilted her head, her ruby-like eyes locking onto the Holy Maiden of Light standing on the high platform in a white dress, her holy aura radiating. A mischievous smile curled at the corner of her mouth.
“Everywhere I go lately, I hear people singing praises about how beautiful and holy the Holy Maiden is, calling you the Most Beautiful Person on the Continent. It’s gotten so annoying I can’t stand it.”
She spoke, taking small steps as she slowly ascended to the sacred platform, her voice soft and syrupy:
“Hmph, I came specially to see if you’re really that good-looking. If you’re not as pretty as me, I’ll beat all of you up for spreading lies.”
“Hey, is it you they’re always putting on a pedestal as the Holy Maiden?”
She raised her little chin and spoke mockingly.
The Holy Maiden’s face alternated between red and white. She instinctively wanted to step forward and reprimand her, to uphold the cathedral’s dignity.
But the next moment, Yisela reached out and grabbed her skirt, giving it a light tug. The once dignified skirt instantly became disheveled.
“You—!” The Holy Maiden was both angry and flustered. “How dare you! You profane this holy place and insult the gods… Let go of me!”
“Don’t fuss, I’m doing important business.”
Yisela looked the Holy Maiden up and down, teasing, “I’ve heard you’re the most holy of Holy Maidens? Hmph, I don’t believe it.”
According to dragon clan records, truly holy people definitely have a hexagram birthmark left by an angel on their belly, and… ahem… behind them, there must be divine light protecting them.
“Huh? Wh-what birthmark?”
The Holy Maiden was stunned, not understanding this strange logic.
“Don’t move. I’m going to check your purity!”
With those words, Yisela reached out her little hand and lifted the corner of the Holy Maiden’s skirt.
Her ruby-like eyes leaned in close for a careful examination, and she even reached out to give a light snap on the Holy Maiden’s rear.
“Ouch!” The Holy Maiden was mortified, but had no strength to resist. Tears were about to fall.
“Hmm… average elasticity, insufficient divinity.”
Yisela shook her head with a look of distaste, like a strict quality inspector examining a defective product. “And there’s no hexagram on your belly either. Looks like you’re a counterfeit Holy Maiden.”
Silence.
The entire hall was dead silent. No one had ever seen such an absurd “inspection.”
The believers clenched their fists, but all were too intimidated by her overwhelmingly strong power to speak.
They could only watch as Yisela put her hands on her hips and declared with righteous indignation, “You’ve all been fooled! This Holy Maiden doesn’t even have a hexagram. She’s totally not up to standard.
From now on, don’t praise her anymore. I’m the best-looking… oh no, the most knowledgeable on the entire continent!”
After saying that, she didn’t forget to add the finishing touch: “And next time, remember to wear white. That way you’ll at least look like you have divinity. Dummy.”
Then she swaggered off.
As she flew out of the cathedral, she suddenly heard a very faint sob from behind.
Yisela paused midair.
She looked back. The Holy Maiden was lowering her head, her shoulders trembling.
Did she actually cry?
I just gave her a little tap, didn’t I?
Yisela hovered in the air, the tip of her tail curling awkwardly.
“…Teased.”
The Holy Maiden’s shoulders stiffened. She lifted her eyes, red from crying, to look at her.
Yisela turned her face away, not meeting her gaze.
“I didn’t come to wreck your place. I just heard you’re as good-looking as I am, so I wanted to come play with you. Who knew you couldn’t take a joke?”
She pulled out a sparkling crystal from her robes and tossed it behind her.
The deep blue gem arced through the air and landed at Seraphina’s feet.
“For you. Next time you see me, don’t cry. It’s ugly.”
Before the words faded, the silver figure transformed into a beam of light and vanished into the sky.
“This gem…”
Seraphina held it up in surprise, watching her disappearing figure, her expression complicated.
***
Back in her own castle, Yisela lazily sprawled on her large bed. She munched on high-grade fruits offered by her vassals while wiggling her little feet.
“Really, they’re all so petty. Such small fries.”
For the little menace Yisela, teasing pretty big sisters was just her daily entertainment.
So what if they gritted their teeth in anger?
“No matter how mad they get, they can’t beat me anyway. Just small fries!”
Hee hee.
After finishing dinner, Yisela flew through the air, patrolling her vast territory.
Passing by Faith Square, she saw large groups of vassals prostrating themselves before the divine statue of the dragon progenitor.
That statue was said to be the progenitor of all dragons, also claiming to be the embodiment of all beautiful things in the world.
Yisela hovered high above, looking down at the statue, her brow furrowed into a deep crease.
As the self-proclaimed Most Beautiful Person on the Continent, she suddenly felt displeased.
“Something this ugly dares to claim it’s the most beautiful? This is an insult to the very word ‘beauty’!”
To correct this other world’s sense of aesthetics, I, Princess Yisela, shall destroy you in the name of beauty.
As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, as if she were moved by her own righteousness.
“Yes, this isn’t jealousy. It’s for the sake of justice.”
“Watch my ‘Beauty Correction Fist’—actually, it’s a Flying Dragon Kick!”
Shouting her battle cry, she dove downward at incredible speed.
Her magic power gushed out, and in an instant, she stomped the statue to pieces.
Looking at her dumbfounded vassals, Yisela snorted, “You guys need to keep up with the continent’s fashion trends. What’s so great about that lump of rock? I’m the most beautiful.”
Still not satisfied, she stomped a few more times on the rubble.
Just then, a fierce wind whipped up, dark clouds rolled in, and the sky and earth turned dim.
A voice, carrying boundless authority, resounded through the heavens and the earth:
“Silver dragon junior Yisela, you dare to profane the divine? How ignorant and arrogant. I shall inflict divine punishment upon you, seal your Dragon God’s bloodline and inner magical power, and degrade you to a succubus species!”
The moment the words fell, Yisela’s whole body shuddered.
She felt the surging divine power within her recede like a tide, and her strength was instantly drained.
Her legs gave way, and she collapsed limply to the ground.
Even sitting up was an effort. Her dragon horns grew dim and lusterless.
Yisela was completely stunned. Her ruby-like eyes were filled with bewilderment.
Then, immense fear and grievance surged into her heart.
In her previous life, her family doted on her because of her looks and cleverness.
Now, she was the noble princess of the silver dragon clan. No one had ever taken something so important from her.
“My divine power… my power is gone…”
“That ugly god is jealous that I’m better-looking than you, so you deliberately bullied me!”
“I’m the best-looking on the entire continent. You’re not being fair…”
She sobbed, wiping tears with her sleeve, but the tears only multiplied, impossible to stop.
The once arrogant and naughty little brat had become a helpless, weak, and pitiful creature.
Without her divine power, she couldn’t fly. She had to walk back on her own two feet.
She had never realized the road back to the dragon nest could be so long. She cried all the way, for three whole days.
Her white hair was plastered messily to her face, her eyes swollen and red from crying, her little feet chafed raw. She was a sorry, pitiful sight.
At the same time, news that she had been cursed by the gods and lost all her magic power spread like thunder across the entire continent.
The Holy Maiden of the cathedral, the Elven Princess, the Elven Queen, the Demon Queen, the Female Hero…
All the young ladies who had once been bullied by Yisela raised their heads at the same time.
In their eyes, a long-suppressed light of vengeance flickered.
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