Chapter 22: Body Correction and Optimization
Lu Family Bedroom.
Lu Qingqi stared at the virtual panel, jaw tight. The new superpowers were freaky.
[Female Fall]: Rewriting his mind to a hyper-feminine state, erasing his male identity.
[Yuan Yang Addiction]: Binding him to one person’s pleasure, making everything else tasteless.
[Male Desire]: Turning him into a magnet for men, craving their every touch or glance.
No way. His previous powers—[Gender Swap], [Mental Domination], [Forced Extreme]—backfired on him when aimed at Liu Wangjiang. If these hit him instead? Disaster.
Unlike his active abilities, these felt like passive curses—permanent buffs he couldn’t turn off. Female Fall would strip his masculinity. Yuan Yang Addiction could chain him to someone like Wangjiang. Male Desire? He’d be a puppet to any guy’s whim.
He shuddered, muttering, “I don’t want to be a woman, addicted to someone, or chasing men.”
Then, a new line caught his eye below the panel. With a thought, it expanded.
4. Abandon the above options, add a slot for reserving anime superpowers, and increase body correction and optimization progress.
His eyes lit up. Perfect. Skip the creepy trio, gain an extra power slot, and… body optimization? He glanced at his pale, smooth palms. Four weeks, four powers—[Gender Swap], [Mental Domination], [Forced Extreme], and now this. A month in, and this option appeared.
Body correction and optimization… like a novel’s holy physique?
He grinned, chuunibyou sparking. A god-tier body? I’m in!
He picked option 4.
Heading to bed, he lowered the floor heating. Winter was fading, spring creeping in. Tucking into his quilt, his mind wandered. One moment, he imagined stacking hundreds of powers, becoming a god on earth. The next, he pictured the state exposing his abilities, forcing him to flee overseas, building an empire in a lawless zone to topple the Huayuan Federation. Then, combining powers for a god-mode bug, or standing in white robes, sword in hand, saving humanity from alien invaders as buildings crumbled.
His chuunibyou fantasies spiraled wilder until he drifted into sleep.
Morning sunlight spilled into the room. Lu Qingqi stirred, the thin quilt slipping off, revealing a jade-white arm. A restless kick sent the quilt aside, exposing his slender frame to the cool air.
His short hair had grown, softly framing his ears, his face gentler. His neck was smoother, his Adam’s apple fainter—barely noticeable unless you squinted.
Sunlight hit his eyes. His lashes fluttered, and he woke, rubbing his face. The skin under his fingers was impossibly soft.
Blinking, he checked his arm—whiter, translucent, pores nearly invisible. “Huh? This is body correction?”
He flexed his fingers, feeling lighter, unburdened. “Like marrow cleansing in novels!”
Sniffing his arm, he frowned. No stench—just a faint orchid-like fragrance. “Weird. Isn’t marrow cleansing supposed to stink with toxins?”
He sniffed his clothes—same scent. Shrugging, he let it go.
Getting up, he glanced at the dressing mirror and froze. His hair, once ear-length, now draped past, curling softly. “Oh, I get it!” He clapped, grinning at his reflection. “Marrow cleansing needs flowing hair! Every fantasy protagonist has it!”
“Gotta grow it out. Maybe grab a sword? White robes, snowy blade—that’s cool!”
He smoothed his hair, preening in the mirror. The boy staring back had delicate brows, fair skin, and just-right hair, adding a sprightly charm.
He didn’t notice the slight swell of his chest, like budding flowers, hidden by loose pajamas, invisible unless you looked closely.