“Lower your fire?”
Miss Ye Ying’s words drifted out like a sweet, fragrant breeze, slipping into Fan Zhuo’s ears like a kitten’s paws, gently scratching at the tip of his heart—not too hard, not too soft.
“Sis here is best at helping people cool down their fires. Whether it’s the fire in your heart, or… some other kind of fire.”
As she spoke, she flicked out her tongue and lightly licked her lips. Her amber eyes shimmered with moisture, fixed intently on Fan Zhuo, as if saying: You know what I mean.
Lower your fire? More like you want to start one!
Fan Zhuo forcibly suppressed the rush of blood surging up again. “Th-thank you for your kindness, Miss Ye Ying. My condition only requires a moment of meditation and a Pray to the Saint Light to calm down.”
“Compared to Pray to the Saint Light, praying to me can calm you down faster, you know…”
Old John listened nearby, completely lost in the fog of her words. He just felt that this fox spirit was extra talkative today, and extra… improper.
“That’s enough! Ye Ying! Stop bullying the newbie!”
Old John waved his hand impatiently. “Let’s go! Don’t pay her any mind. This fox demon means no good.”
“Warden, you can’t say that.” Ye Ying’s tone carried a hint of grievance.
“I just saw that this little priest has a special constitution, so I wanted to give him a little advice. After all, he’s quite dangerous here in this prison.”
“Dangerous?” Fan Zhuo’s heart tightened, but his expression remained calm.
Old John had already dragged him away from the doorway, grumbling, “Don’t listen to her nonsense! I’m telling you, you can’t trust a single word from a fox demon!”
“Warden, you really… have no sense of fun at all.” Ye Ying’s lazy voice floated from behind the door, tinged with a faint sigh.
“What a waste of such a good thing…”
The heavy alloy door slowly shut, cutting off that unsettling gaze.
“Phew…” Fan Zhuo quietly exhaled.
Being around this fox spirit was too stressful.
She was like a top-tier hunter, and he was just a rabbit who had just stepped into the forest, completely clueless.
“Stay away from Ye Ying from now on.” Old John warned seriously. “That one is great at corrupting minds. Several guards before me fell under her spell and died the moment they were touched.”
Fan Zhuo sucked in a sharp breath.
Good grief, being a guard here was a high-risk profession.
Now he understood why he had been assigned to this prison.
For the clergy, even going to prison probably had a higher survival rate than coming here…
At least in regular prisons, not every cell hid a landmine that could kill you on the spot.
But… he seemed different…
What did Ye Ying mean when she said he was “dangerous” in the prison?
Did all these monster girls want to kill him?
Although he could touch monster girls and see the “Saint Light” that other clergy couldn’t, it didn’t mean he wouldn’t be killed.
With his meager strength, even the Slime Queen Alfea could probably suffocate him.
Fan Zhuo looked down at his pure white uniform. The dark red bloodstain on his chest, now dried, was particularly glaring.
He instinctively raised his hand to touch his nose.
There seemed to be a faint warmth still lingering there.
This was not the discomfort after a nosebleed, but rather… the afterglow of excess power.
In that instant, something suddenly clicked in Fan Zhuo’s mind.
From being swallowed by Slime Queen Alfea to just now seeing Ye Ying’s “scenery,” the 【Ring of Holiness】 inside him didn’t trigger any punishment.
Instead, that divine power which had been dormant for three years stirred more and more actively.
His full-body intimate contact with Alfea was like a dry riverbed suddenly flooded with a stream, receiving unprecedented nourishment.
And just now, merely “seeing” Ye Ying’s body caused that power to stir again, even so violently that it caused a surge of blood and qi, embarrassing him on the spot.
What did this mean?
It meant that the divine power within him, or the 【Ring of Holiness】, was not simply a “punishment” tool for himself.
It was more like a… converter?
The 【Ring of Holiness】 rejected “Human Female,” yet it could draw some kind of energy from his nearly sacrilegious actions.
As long as he didn’t come into contact with “Human Females,” but with monster girls instead, whether through strong emotions or connections, this power would be “ignited,” then wildly absorbed, transformed, and enhanced!
Forget about holy ordination and meditation!
Forget about those strict codes and rules — what’s the difference between that and being locked up?
So this was the direction his cultivation path was meant to take!
Fan Zhuo’s gaze gradually burned with intensity as he glanced around at the tightly closed alloy doors lining the corridor, each marked with a monster’s number.
【C-01: Frost Cold Dragon Princess】
【C-02: Ancestor of the Blood Clan】
【C-04: Deep Sea Mermaid】
【C-05: Nine-Tailed Fox Spirit】
【C-07: Slime Queen】
At this moment, these cold numbers no longer symbolized danger in his eyes.
They had become untapped treasures!
This wasn’t the Forgotten Isle Asphodel at all.
This was clearly a Godchosen Ranch personally crafted by the gods for him!
“What are you daydreaming about?” Old John’s voice pulled Fan Zhuo back from his ecstasy. “Let’s go, I’ll take you to your room. Be more cautious during your patrols from now on.”
“Understood, Warden.” Fan Zhuo responded and forced all the grand waves in his heart back down.
Fan Zhuo’s room was at the far end of the C-Zone management dormitory. Not large, but spotlessly clean.
The walls were rough gray stone, with only a narrow, barred window at the very top. Outside was eternal thick fog.
A simple wooden bed was set against the wall, next to a wardrobe and a desk, nothing more.
The only thing Fan Zhuo was somewhat dissatisfied with was that the bed seemed too small… and not sturdy enough…
When he pushed open the door, a perfect silhouette came into view.
The doll maid “White Rabbit” was kneeling on the floor, meticulously wiping the dust from the corner.
Her kneeling posture was flawless, upper body slightly leaning forward. From this angle, the already taut maid dress was stretched into a breathtaking curve by her hips.
Beneath the skirt, her rounded thighs wrapped in white over-the-knee stockings bore the pressure, causing the lace edging at the sock’s opening to dig deeply into her flesh, forming an absolute territory impossible to look away from.
Fan Zhuo immediately chanted silently in his mind: Do not stare, do not stare…
Wait.
Is she… even human?
White Rabbit was one of the Mechanical Holy Church’s highest masterpieces — a perfect bionic doll.
She had no human bloodline, nor was she a monster.
She existed in a gray area.
So… what would happen if he touched her?
Would it be like touching a Human Female, instantly turning to ash?
Or like touching a monster girl, gaining power?
Or… nothing would happen? Just a nice tactile sensation… cough cough!
Once this thought appeared, it refused to leave Fan Zhuo’s mind.