Flora sat at the bedside, gazing straight ahead without moving.
It was already the early hours of the morning, and for her, with her feline bloodline, it was the ti when her spirits were most vibrant while others slept.
The soft light above her head refracted on her face, giving her a slightly lazy deanor.
Her long red hair draped over her shoulders, contrasting starkly with her wheat-colored skin. Additionally, she wore a lace-trimd dress, paired with cat ears on her head and a tail swaying behind her, sitting there like a character stepping out from another dinsion, giving an incredibly surreal sensation.
Her tail swished back and forth, making a snapping sound on the mattress.
Flora appeared sowhat restless and uneasy.
In fact, this chaotic emotion had troubled her for a long ti.
Among the four Summoned Beasts, she was originally the most gifted. After all, erging from the Cat Race, labeled as timid and cowardly, to beco a Master of Fist was a miracle in itself.
Along the way, she charged into every battle, killing the Insect King, fighting beast tides, achieving countless military feats for Chen Feng.
But rit does not represent everything.
As ti passed, the other three Summoned Beasts stepped into the Silver Peak, yet she remained at the Silver Tier, her realm unmoved.
Just like when she joined East Bridge, it was thanks to the Necromancer and Inferior Demon that the conservative forces were intimidated, yet she stood by like a pawn, rely adding to the montum.
Inferior Demons, Dark Elves, Necromancers, even Mr. Fang and Li Chiyu, these conservative talents all stepped into their peak, giving her a strong sense of oppression.
Power!
For Flora, the most pressing issue now was how to enhance her power!
In the Abyss, she fought manically, challenging demons and dark creatures around, yet her realm seed like a rusted screw, showing no signs of loosening.
In despair, a person will give birth to many evil thoughts.
Sacrifice.
The Divine Spirit she worshipped was a paragon of the Chaos Elent, with a chaotic private life, even more renowned than her power.
The Cat and Dance Goddess did not favor blood and life sacrifices; rather, she liked to see imrsion into decay and depravity. The more upright and holy an existence, the more it fell into lust and self-destruction, the more attention and admiration it garnered from her.
What could be more astonishing in this world than the fall of a Master of Fist?
A Master of Fist equaled a level with ascetics, sharing a common trait of never using any weapons, for honing the flesh was itself a test of will.
These people, with iron will, for their great cause within, would dare confront an Evil God, proving how powerful their constitution had beco.
Depravity.
For a Master of Fist, this seed a taboo never touched in their lifeti.
Yet at this mont, the hopes of her people rested entirely on her alone, although Chen Feng said nothing, Flora couldn't afford to be reckless.
She was Flora, the Guardian of the Cat Race people.
Decisive, self-reliant, liking to have everything in her grasp, treating enemies this way, and life itself likewise.
Flora wanted power; sacrifice was the sole avenue.
And at this mont, she already had her sacrificial target… Chen Feng!
This was the issue that had troubled Flora for so ti now.
Two voices echoed in her mind, one beguiling: you are rely making the choice most would make, like the Dark Elf, using your body doesn't bring you to a sacrifice opportunity to the Insect King?
Yet another voice stood in strong opposition: this might be wrong; if you do this, how different are you from those seductive creatures you despise?
These voices were like two small Floras sotis fighting inside her head, except the dark Flora gained the upper hand, especially after witnessing the conservative forces, the light Flora got suppressed more deeply.
The plan was unfolding.
For better task performance, Flora even captured an Enchanting Demon in the Abyss.
Compared to small fry like worms and Timid Demons, beings like Enchanting Demons are rare in a deserted wilderness; Flora spent a great effort to capture one into the camp.
The purpose was, of course, to learn so necessary thods from the other party.
Originally terrified, the Enchanting Demon beca industriously professional after hearing Flora's request.
What followed was an extrely lewd teaching session, leaving Flora flushed from start to finish.
And when the Enchanting Demon fully indulged, with jade hands on Flora to teach, only then did she realize, striking a punch, killing the poor tutor on the spot.
A proud little cat would never let anyone know this secret; from the start, she never intended to let the Enchanting Demon leave alive.
The dim light cast on young Flora's face, she lowered her head, seemingly ready, standing slowly from the mattress.
One step, two steps.
There was no sound on the wooden floor; the footpads of Cat Race people are very soft, as a natural assassin, she had the trait of silent walking.
One in the morning.
The ti humans sleep soundly was the mont Flora was ready to implent her plan. For today, she had prepared in every way possible, ntally as well as physically, even changing into human clothing, a dress with delicate patterns, looking like a stylish youth from behind.
Three steps, four steps.
She had opened the door; ahead was Chen Feng's residence. At this mont, she was like a hero facing the Demon Duke, without fear and determined to move forward.
Quick action was necessary.
Hands, tongue.
Flora repeatedly recalled the techniques taught by the Enchanting Demon. She was a genius, learning anything in one go. Though inexperienced, she had already ingrained all these steps in her mind.
Five steps, six steps.
Her body temperature began to rise, even her cheeks turned sowhat red, as though having caught a fever; she wanted to turn back, but for her people, she could only proceed!
Seven steps, eight steps.
Flora's legs even began to tremble; to know, in the treacherous Abyss, she could walk on tiptoes for an entire day, but now just a few steps seed to have exhausted all her strength, breath beca heavy, and moisture gathered on her beast ears.
Nine steps, ten steps.
Her strength was completely depleted, almost collapsing, but fortunately, she was near Chen Feng's door, just needing to pass one more corner to see today's "sacrifice."
This was a crucial step.
This was not a ti to hesitate. Flora clenched her fist, like cheering herself on, slowly walking towards the corner.
"Lulu..."
"Lululu..."
However, just as Flora neared the corner, a small figure first appeared in her view.
It was a curled-up figure, no more than one ter tall, a long cloak covering most of its body, revealing only a sweet face.
It seed asleep, eyes tightly shut, even a faint snoring sound escaping its throat.
Seeing this figure, Flora's pupils shrank to pinpoints.
The plan needed adjusting, a new ti had to be rescheduled.
Though unwilling, Flora had to choose to give up.
The Inferior Demon blocked her move.
This potential stock for godly blight had a near-obsessive reliance and safeguarding towards Chen Feng. Disrupting the master's sleep on a whim would be t with ruthless retaliation.
Flora did not want to, co morning, see her own remains displayed on the Inferior Demon's body by Chen Feng.
A pair of resentful eyes gazed toward the door.
The ascent to virtue is like climbing a mountain, but a fall to vice is like an avalanche.
The dark persona had already overwheld Flora's heart, but there was plenty of ti for interactions, she could surely find a mont when the sacrifice was alone.
"There will be a chance…"
Flora consoled herself, then her delicate figure slowly vanished into the night.
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