Chapter 408
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Chapter 408: The Definition of Beauty
“Come out!”
Red Moon gripped her demonic blade tightly, her terrifying face filled with caution, and her eyes brimming with an unquenchable thirst for battle.
Even if an enemy of unmatched strength appeared before her, she wouldn’t feel the slightest fear.
The desire to face powerful foes wasn’t just the will of her enchanted sword; it was her own deepest longing.
Perhaps it was this resolute determination that enabled her to wield the blade imbued with such tremendous power.
But her call was futile.
No one emerged.
Her “enemy” wasn’t here.
The Savior of Babel Tower—a being beyond comprehension.
Suddenly, Red Moon’s body moved!
Without warning, as if under an unseen force, her body acted against her will.
“What’s going on?” she gasped, struggling to regain control.
No matter how desperately she fought the invisible restraint, it was useless.
Her surprise turned to fury.
“Who’s doing this?!”
Yet her voice echoed in vain.
Her body moved with eerie precision, stepping out of her home clad only in a plain white pajama.
A City of Night and Wonders
Heart City—a place that never slept.
Its streets glowed with brilliant lights, where extraordinary powers were openly wielded. It was a haven for supernaturals, a playground for indulgence.
Red Moon’s movements drew little attention at first.
Then, something remarkable happened.
She crouched briefly.
And then—she leaped!
Like a bird in flight, she soared over the city, leaping from one building to another.
Passersby stared in disbelief.
“That’s strange…”
“She’s wearing pajamas!”
“Kind of scary, isn’t it?”
“Actually, her silhouette looks quite nice…”
In her thoughts, Red Moon was consumed with unease.
Who was controlling her?
Although she had attained the Crown level after surviving the terrifying “Doomsday Crisis,” her powers were still limited compared to most Crown-level extraordinaires.
Yet in Heart City, her abilities marked her as formidable.
So, who could possibly wield such an overwhelming force against her?
“Could it be… that nine-tailed fox?”
Encounters with Ninetales Aision
Red Moon recalled her first encounter with Ninetales Aision, the enigmatic fox-woman.
The creature had approached her, smiling mischievously, and offered to restore her original appearance.
Shocked by the revelation that her secret had been exposed, Red Moon had fled.
But the fox appeared again.
And again.
Each time, the fox’s words were accompanied by playful gestures and an unsettling fondness, like a predator toying with prey.
Red Moon had learned that Ninetales Aision wasn’t just any supernatural. She was a nine-tailed fox, the last of her kind, having lived for thousands of years.
Her perspective on the world was utterly alien, viewing humanoid creatures as little more than amusing pets.
Her self-proclaimed title? A “humanoid creature conservationist.”
“She’s… insane,” Red Moon muttered as she leaped through the city.
An Unwelcome Reunion
After an hour of ceaseless movement, Red Moon’s body finally stopped at the city’s edge.
Panting, she grumbled, “When can I go back to sleep…”
Then, a radiant pink light flared nearby.
Ninetales Aision appeared, as dazzling and enchanting as ever. Her white hair shimmered like snow, her fiery red eyes glowed, and her nine silver-white tails swayed hypnotically.
She was clad in a radiant pink school uniform, every movement exuding an ethereal beauty.
Red Moon, scarred and dressed in simple pajamas, felt her self-consciousness surge.
“I… I look so ugly,” she thought, lowering her head.
But Ninetales Aision stepped closer, her smile soft.
“You don’t need to lower your head,” she said, lifting Red Moon’s chin with a gentle hand.
“You are beautiful, too. I can see it.”
Red Moon froze, her eyes searching the fox’s gaze for mockery or disdain—but found none.
“Thank you…” she whispered, almost inaudibly.
“Speak louder!” Ninetales Aision teased, her eyes crinkling with delight.
Red Moon’s gratitude turned to anger.
“Why are you controlling me? What do you want?!”
The fox tilted her head, puzzled.
“I haven’t been controlling you,” she replied. “I came here for my own investigation and found you instead. I thought you were seeking me out.”
Red Moon was stunned.
If it wasn’t Ninetales Aision, then who?
Before she could process further, her mouth moved on its own, spilling secrets she didn’t know she possessed.
“Recently, the Black-Pupiled Lord has been creating Divine Power Pills in Heart City. These pills grant immense strength but corrupt the user’s mind. Today, I defeated some users in an alley and followed the clues here.”
Red Moon’s heart raced.
What?! Black-Pupiled Lord? Divine Power Pills? She had never heard of them before!
Ninetales Aision’s expression grew serious.
“So, we’re investigating the same target,” she murmured. “Perhaps together, we can uncover the truth.”
But Red Moon was far from comforted.
“I just want to go home!”
Beauty Beyond the Surface
As if sensing her distress, Ninetales Aision smiled warmly.
“Red Moon,” she said softly, “you’ve always been beautiful. Not just in the past, but now, too.”
Red Moon averted her eyes, unsure of how to respond.
“The body,” Ninetales continued, “is just one part of beauty. The soul’s beauty matters just as much.”
Her sincerity was undeniable, and for a moment, Red Moon felt a flicker of peace amidst the chaos.
But the questions remained.
Who had orchestrated this encounter?
And what was the true meaning of beauty in a world fraught with darkness?
