"Back to the Commander of the Army?" The King of Fear sneered, his eyes narrowing sharply, spewing forth two piercing streams of sword energy. Immediately, the King of the Magical Eye removed his sports headband, revealing the terrifying vertical eye filled with madness and malice. With a low rumble, the vertical eye rotated within its socket, blasting out beams of golden-red light. The two forces collided, generating a powerful surge of energy and a thunderous roar, sending dust spiraling skyward. The King of Fear, with his refined features, now displayed a look of astonishment: "You've upgraded? Your strength has grown so dramatically in such a short time!" He sensed that the Magical Eye had reached the eighth level and had accumulated substantial experience points, and with the support of the Enchanting Eye, among the Four Kings of the Army of the Commander, aside from himself, few would now be able to stand against the Magical Eye. The King of the Magical Eye smiled gently: "Don't be afraid. As long as you haven't acted arrogantly or oppressed others, I won't kill you." "King of Fear!" roared the monarch, his dual eyes continuously spewing out sword-like energy. The Mago-Eye King responded with equal vigor, launching beams of golden and crimson light in return. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" the explosions raged on without cease, waves of force sweeping up a terrifying dust storm. The Mago-Eye King suddenly tore off his jacket, revealing his broad, bronze-toned torso. His twin golden-red eyes opened wide, rotating with a fierce, relentless gaze, fixed upon the world with a menacing and brutal intensity. "Die!" he thundered, his voice low and resonant. In an instant, he transformed into a dazzling array of nightclub-style magic orbs, radiating dozens to hundreds of golden and crimson beams. The King of Fear stiffened—each beam struck his face, chest, abdomen, knees—his meridians rigid, his spiritual energy now seemingly possessed of a will of its own, no longer under his command. The Mago-Eye King calmly fastened on his sports headband, passing over the motionless King of Fear, and chuckled, "A good dog doesn't block the way!" The King of Fear's eyes burned with murderous intent. "You're growing bolder, The Mago's eyes paid no attention to him. He leapt into the air, and with a thunderous crash, the ground collapsed, sending a barrage of earth like artillery shells straight toward the majestic, towering Holy Mountain. Masters Wujie, Gui Dao, and Yin Yue all sprang up in an attempt to intercept, but were effortlessly lifted from the sky by the Mago's single beam of enchanting light. Landing on a platform halfway up the mountain's slope, he took a deep breath and roared, "Shou Luo! I am back!" The sound rolled out like thunder, echoing through the stillness of the mountain. The Holy Mountain stood silent, untouched. The Mago King drew another breath and bellowed, "Shou Luo! I wish to enter the Main Bishop's faction quest for experience." From within the mountain's core, Shou Luo's deep, resonant voice spread out in layered waves: "Very well!" Upon hearing this, the pursuing Wujie, Wujie, and Yin Yue all halted in their tracks. Then, the Fear King, who had been shaken by the Mago's enchantment, crashed down onto the platform with a powerful impact, shouting, "Shou Luo! The Mago This time, we can't say it's good! A deep, resonant voice emanates from within the mountain's core: "The deceptions follow their own hearts; they kill living beings, indifferent to any faction." The Mage-Eye King smiled. He had anticipated this response. The Shura, after all, are the purest of the deceptions—beings who believe in killing freely, regardless of alignment. They may kill the lawful or the chaotic, as long as they kill. Indeed, by nature, the deceptions lean slightly toward the chaotic faction. Yet that's all. As long as they remain deceptions, in the Shura's eyes, the faction they serve matters little. The King of Fear paused, then shrugged, saying, "Very well—you are the Shura, and your judgment stands." Turning to the Mage-Eye King, he smiled and remarked, "You're simply tired of living comfortably, aren't you? Do you want to go find your death in a guild dungeon?" Given the Mage-Eye King's current level, he would certainly avoid the lower-tier dungeons, and the S- and A-tier dungeons at the Dominance stage are all set at hell-level difficulty. Even the most formidable among the Four Heavenly Kings—Extinction and Ghost Blade—typically only spend time in B-tier dungeons to gain a modest amount of experience, accumulating it slowly and steadily. They never dare attempt A-tier or S-tier dungeons, as the death rate is simply too high. The strong who have risen to become rulers have achieved their status through steady, step-by-step progress. Upgrading is no easy feat, and there are far safer, more reliable ways to gradually build experience. Who would willingly risk a near-certain death in pursuit of just a few percent of experience?—the reward for clearing an A-tier dungeon is only 10% experience. To the Fearful Heavenly King, the Magi-Eye is sacrificing his life for level progression, which seems utterly irrational. The Magi-Eye Heavenly King said calmly: “With a low status and modest strength, how can one cleanse the world? In the past, I only knew how to eliminate corrupt officials, powerful magnates, and criminals—because I believed that was all I could do. Though I often spoke of cleansing the world, in reality, I never truly achieved it. Now, however, I see hope. I see a dawn. And I am willing to dedicate my life to "Fear. You're different from me. You're just a creature dominated by women—so easily crushed by Fu Qingxuan that your moral compass collapses, and you're transformed into a seductive demon. I'm different. I have lofty ideals and unwavering beliefs. I was born to uphold justice and champion the weak. Eventually, I will transform the world—enslaving all humanity, and placing evil itself under chains. That day won't be far off." When he spoke these words, his expression and tone were utterly serious, as if making a solemn vow to his inner convictions. In front of him stood a young girl carrying a wooden bow, dressed in a fur-wrapped chest, a fur skirt, and fur boots, with her long golden hair flowing freely. Though he hadn't seen her face, the toned curve of her back, her lush waist, her slender and strong legs, and her healthy skin all conveyed that she was a high-quality human woman. Zhang Yuanqing glanced up at the sky—it was nearly dusk. So, am I the man this girl has lured into the forest? He chuckled to himself. He had chosen the Elven Forest quest partly because it was a low-difficulty option, allowing him to adapt to the sensual class of profession, and partly because the quest's description simply could not be ignored. Indeed, based solely on the quest description, this was clearly a quest centered on intimacy, with no obvious threats. Zhang Yuanqing quickly settled his thoughts and began analyzing the quest. Though there is no obvious crisis, as an experienced traveler of the spiritual realm, he has identified two potential points of danger: first, the act of intercourse, and second, the source of the aphrodisiac gas. The female elves are a tribe that lives deep within the forest, where human footprints are rare, making it difficult to find men. Consequently, there is often a shortage of men—leading to a situation where unfortunate foreign men are successively "squeezed dry" by the female elves. As the saying goes: "Emptying one's thousand golden essences, one's bones grow thin and urine becomes pale and dry." To Zhang Yuanqing, however, night journeys with the divine guardian goddess are a delight—more the better; the more daylight he spends, the more the streams of vitality dry up. At this moment, the young girl turns to him, her voice sweet: "Alice, hurry up, it's getting dark—we must return to the village before nightfall. Oh, once again, we haven't found a man. I hope other sisters bring a few men back with them." Hearing the girl's words, Zhang Yuanqing is momentarily taken aback, sensing something amiss. He quickly bent down, not seeing his toes... Zhang Yuanqing felt a chill run through him and hurried to survey his own figure. What a beautiful young woman—slender waist, long legs, broad chest—when he turned his head, her backside was especially full and翘! A big "crap" flashed through his mind. Am I becoming a woman? Am I becoming a fairy of the Forest of Fairies? Wait—was I actually the one they meant by "Apple"? Zhang Yuanqing suddenly recalled the lady Diana's thoughtful smile. It wasn't just the kind of smile one gives when catching a man staring at someone with a flushed, flustered expression. It was the kind of smile one gives when delighting in the fate of a straight man about to undergo a gender transformation. Zhang Yuanqing immediately focused on sensing the inner spiritual energy and tried to open his inventory panel. Relieved, he found that his spiritual energy was not sealed off and the inventory panel opened smoothly—his strength remained unchanged. He had simply transformed into a woman in body. "Good, good... The sealing mechanism is something only found in high-difficulty boss dungeons. It doesn't exist in regular B-tier dungeons," The emotional gases shouldn't overwhelm him entirely—after all, the illusionist is an expert in emotional dynamics. If any man truly sought to invade his pure, straight-laced body, Zhang Yuanqing could easily one-punch the man's head off. With his standing, he might even physically dismantle the entire quest scenario through sheer force. With this thought in mind, his composure settled, and he patiently followed the young woman through the forest, engaging in active conversation. Soon, he learned her name was Telya. Today, at seventeen, she was already a high-performance athlete—like a supercar that could cover thousands of kilometers with ease. She could precisely sense and manipulate a man's thresholds; with just a few subtle gestures or enchanting glances, she could stir his heart, make him utterly enchanted, and thus ease his guard, drawing him into a state of blissful immersion, ultimately bringing him under her control. At the same time, he gained a clear understanding of the tribe's composition: the entire elven community consisted of eighty-two female elves, including thirteen elderly ones, thirty mature women, twenty-six vibrant young women, and twenty-three younger elves. Moreover, he received a piece of largely useless intelligence: young elves were unaffected by the aphrodisiac gas. Zhang Yuanqing speculated that their bodies, still underdeveloped and functionally immature, had developed immunity to the gas's effects. "Tricia, why do we feel feverish and yearn for intimate contact with men every night?" Zhang Yuanqing asked in a sweet, innocent tone. The beautiful girl with golden hair tilted her head, pondering for a few seconds, then shook her head. "I really don't know—after all, it's beneficial for us, isn't it? Alice, don't you remember when one of our sisters asked the same question and was scolded by the chieftain?" "I completely forgot!" Zhang Yuanqing replied promptly. "Could you tell me more?" Following a brief exchange, Zhang Yuanqing learned that the chieftain and the elders strongly disapproved of the young women asking about the reasons for their nightly hormonal urges. Each time someone raised the question, they were often physically silenced. Gradually, no one dared to inquire further. The clan head and the elders know the truth... Zhang Yuan thought to himself, that would make things much easier—he would just seize the elders and clan elders upon arrival and question them directly. After another fifteen minutes of walking, the view opened up dramatically—the tribe was in sight!