Chapter 2: So I’m Not Human
Chen Lu had always considered himself a damn unlucky bastard.
After graduating from four years of college, he found a job at some random design company.
Due to his stubborn personality, he was frequently picked on by the boss and often had to work overtime until the middle of the night.
One morning, while stepping out to collect a delivery, a gust of wind slammed the door shut right behind him. Reaching into his pocket, he realized the keys were still inside.
He hustled around until 1 PM just to get back inside. When he checked his phone, there were over twenty missed calls. Great. He’d also missed his train home, and on New Year’s no less—so now he had to spend the evening alone in a cold rental room.
But his worst luck was happening now.
When she woke up, she found herself locked in a pitch-black place, struggling to breathe. Sticky fluid surrounded her, and outside she could vaguely hear someone speaking strange words, something like “the woman was sexy.”
She had finally managed to kick her way out of the sealed space, and as she looked up, she saw a monstrous lizard-like woman standing at the doorway.
Even worse, a few normal-looking people were staring straight at her—with the same expression they had when looking at the monster.
The most unacceptable part, though, was the soft, delicate voice that had just come from her own mouth.
What the hell was going on?
Wasn’t that the voice of a little girl?
Had she transmigrated?
Suddenly, a flood of information surged into her mind.
Erika Blaniel.
My name?
Nothing else came.
Shaking her head, Erika ran her hands over her entire body. Her skin was still covered in egg fluid—soft to the touch, like it might rupture with a poke.
She pinched her cheek, then her little arms… little legs… everything had shrunk dramatically.
Even her chest was now just a barely-raised bump.
“Thump.”
Her heart skipped a beat. Erika suddenly realized—she had changed gender.
Swallowing instinctively, she held on to the last bit of her defiance and reached between her legs—her face instantly paled. All she felt was a smooth, narrow slit.
What the hell! Bro, you’re really gone!?
***
Meanwhile, when the icy beauty at the door saw Erika hatch and immediately call her a monster, her cold cheeks twitched slightly.
After glancing briefly at Erika, Jocelyn shifted her gaze back to the intruder at the door. “Great Calamity General, Gladys Tiamar—aren’t you afraid that using your power here will attract attention from the humans outside?”
The woman called Gladys turned her eyes back. She slightly parted her red lips, and a chilling voice echoed as if carried by the wind.
“Jocelyn, these thieves—you hired them.”
“Yes.”
Jocelyn shrugged, her beautiful face still wearing an indifferent expression. “That dragon egg was never yours to begin with.”
“Then there’s nothing more to say.”
As her words fell, a bone-piercing cold surged from Gladys’s body.
The freezing air swept toward the three of them, frosting everything it passed.
“Boss lady, you know this monster!?” one of the thieves shouted in fear.
Jocelyn didn’t reply. She frowned slightly, her eyes fixed on the spreading frost.
“Damn it! How did she even find this place?”
“Forget that—use Invisibility now!”
Seeing Jocelyn unresponsive, the two thieves could wait no longer. They hurriedly began chanting something incomprehensible, like a magic incantation.
The next second, their bodies vanished into thin air.
The strange sight startled Erika.
What was that just now? Magic chanting?
Yeah, that made sense. Judging from their clothes, they looked like something out of a medieval fantasy setting. Seemed like she really had transmigrated into a world of swords and sorcery.
Even though the two thieves disappeared, it was only invisible. If one looked closely, it was still possible to see dust rising where their feet stepped.
Gladys noticed this. She calmly raised her slender hand—no chanting needed, unlike the thieves.
The freezing air responded instantly, surging at frightening speed toward the scattering dust.
“Whoosh…”
In an instant, frost blanketed the once-empty spot. In less than thirty seconds, two humanoid ice sculptures stood there.
Those two thieves!?
Staring at what looked like intricately carved ice statues, Erika furrowed her brows, a sense of danger rising in her chest. She didn’t know whether the two were dead or alive—but there was no way they were unharmed.
Stay calm… stay calm…
She kept repeating it internally as her crimson eyes scanned the surroundings.
Now, only three people remained in the room: the cold woman who had barged in, the young proprietress, and herself—who knew absolutely nothing.
That woman named Jocelyn had just mentioned a dragon egg…
Thinking of that, Erika glanced down at her own hatched form.
Oh god. Could that be me!?
Three possible answers formed in her mind:
a. The dragon egg was her.
b. Maybe it referred to something else.
c. Obtuse.
She reached out with her sticky pink hand and touched the two small horns on her head, then looked behind at her wings and little tail.
She finally understood why the thieves had stared at her like a monster.
Because I’m not human…
“Still as ruthless as ever, General Gladys. You never did like humans,” Jocelyn said, glancing at the unfortunate thieves with a flicker of caution in her eyes.
She slowly tucked her pipe into her back and bent slightly at the waist, ready for battle.
On the other side, Gladys’s icy beauty remained unchanged. She didn’t even glance at the two frozen men and only said coldly, “Jocelyn, you’ll end up just like them.”
“Pretty confident, huh?”
Jocelyn raised her brow, keeping her breath steady. “I know you’re powerful. Killing humans must be as easy as an elephant stepping on an ant…
But I’m no ant.”
As she finished speaking, Jocelyn suddenly swept her hand forward—no chanting either. A windstorm burst from her palm, crashing into the oncoming cold.
“Boom!”
A deafening roar echoed through the entire underground trading room.
The collision of those two terrifying forces overturned all the surrounding tables and chairs. The wine glasses on the counter shattered from the shock.
Even Erika, still in her egg, rolled off the counter from the vibration.
“Crack.”
As she fell, the egg shell split further.
Erika scrambled to her feet, her eyes darting around until she found a piece of tattered cloth and an old dagger under the counter.
She picked up the cloth and wrapped it around her tiny body, clutching the dagger tightly for self-defense.
Feeling the near-collapse vibrations around her, Erika took one last look at the two fighting women.
Keep going! Fight harder! Pay no attention to me!
She figured neither of them were good news.
Time to scream.