Chapter 2: A Life Full of Fragmentation

An Sheng was still wolfing down his food and didn’t respond to the sudden text in his mind.

Suddenly, some text appeared in his mind—An Sheng was already used to it.

When he first transmigrated into the fox den, he had already sensed he was slightly different from ordinary foxes.

Occasionally, textual information would surface in his mind, always in the format of 【the request and the wisher’s name】 plus 【wish fulfilled】.

If An Sheng helped someone fulfill their wish, he would gain a strange kind of “wish power.”

He didn’t know what wish power was good for, only that it could be added to his body or his mind.

When added to his body, wish power strengthened his physique, and then his butt would itch.

When added to his mind, his head would feel unusually clear.

An Sheng could even recall the look of disgust on his mother’s face when he was born in his past life.

In his past life, An Sheng had read novels; seeing “wish” and “wish power,” he immediately thought he might have become a mountain god in the wilderness.

That wish power was probably just another form of incense power.

At first, when he thought of this, he was terrified—he could accept transmigration, but he didn’t want to end up in a world overrun by demons and gods.

Being reborn as a fox was already unlucky enough; if he ended up in a demonic chaos, wouldn’t that just make his already precarious life even worse?

Fortunately, after three months of wandering in the forest, he saw a helicopter with a red cross flying overhead.

An Sheng abandoned his earlier idea of fierce cultivation and decisively left the forest, determined to make a name for himself in the human world.

“Burp—”

After eating his fill, An Sheng hopped straight onto the sofa and unceremoniously turned on the tablet used for online classes.

He planned to log into his new QQ account first and get at least one or two suns before stopping.

When he first got the tablet, An Sheng had tried logging into all his past-life social accounts.

Unfortunately, none of them worked.

Even after creating a new QQ account, he tried adding his past-life QQ number.

But the profile clearly showed a cereal account, and his QQ Space was filled with images that would get him permanently banned if mentioned.

He checked the cloud storage too—though the account existed, the contents didn’t match.

Recalling this, An Sheng felt overwhelming sorrow.

If he could log into his past-life account, his fox life would feel complete.

Because in his past life, An Sheng had three bank cards.

One was a corporate account, one was for daily use, and another time-deposit card with online banking was hidden in a secret compartment of his desk.

Tens of thousands in savings—he had no idea who’d inherit them after his death.

“If I’d known I’d become a fox, I never should’ve bought a car, a house, or insurance, or opened a time deposit.”

“I should’ve dumped all my money into that ‘deposit ten thousand, get ten thousand free’ promotion at the foot bath parlor—easy doubling of wealth.”

Scrolling past a cyber flesh bodhisattva dancing wildly, An Sheng’s chest ached at the memory of his past-life savings he never got to spend.

“Mmm—”

An Sheng slumped on the chair, let out a whimper, then painfully scrolled past the cyber bodhisattva’s livestream and browsed recent videos of foxes seducing their owners.

He planned to study these poses carefully, blind Yu Xueqing’s eyes, and secure himself a lifetime golden spoon experience card.

He felt zero shame about foxes living off others—he even found it appealing.

It was a fresh sensation he’d never experienced in his past life as a human.

Of course, if he had to eat dog food, he’d politely refuse.

Just as a succubus wouldn’t eat food that sterilizes, a proper male fox spirit wouldn’t eat instant-ban dog food.

“Alright, that’s enough for today—let’s see who deserves my favor today!”

An Sheng deleted his browsing history, glanced at his QQ account, saw no porn in the group, and felt deeply disappointed as he logged out.

These group members were getting worse by the day—always chatting about how to make money, no future at all.

If they really wanted to make money, why not learn from me?

His fluffy fox tail stood up, circled the black-silk sister’s leg, and he became a flesh-bodied arhat.

An Sheng plugged the tablet’s charger in, leapt up, squeezed through the stainless steel window grill, and landed in the bare courtyard in front of the self-built house.

In his past life, he worked himself to exhaustion; now, reborn as a fox, he planned to relax for a while.

He wasn’t going to work hard—his past-life wealth was probably already in some bastard’s hands.

But An Sheng was very interested in “wish power.”

Maybe, if he accumulated enough, he could truly attain the Dao and become immortal, returning to the concrete jungle with ease?

Sure, being a second-class fox in Xiaoguo wasn’t bad, but no ID and no language skills were still a hassle.

“Today’s wish from Yu Xueqing: guard the house, block the dog hole, fix the lock.”

An Sheng held his breath, sank his awareness into his mind, and a list of text appeared.

The list clearly showed a series of 【wishes】.

But most of the wishes were absurd.

For example, one elementary school student wished to blow up the Youth Palace so he wouldn’t have to attend daily health and physical education classes.

Another, a man in town who waved his hands for luck, said he’d consulted the Goddess of Heaven and could now fly overseas—he wished for An Sheng to help him seize land in Eagleland to grow vegetables.

What the hell kind of gardening is that? I’m too lazy to even point out how ridiculous you are!

An Sheng ignored all the bizarre wishes—he was eating well and living comfortably in Zhangxizhen.

He didn’t want to risk crossing oceans just to help some idiot carry a Chicago typewriter through the streets at night, fighting bloody battles with Fobo Le.

I’m a second-class fox of Xiaoguo—do you really expect me to join Eagleland’s gang wars?

Even if a first-class fox like the panda went over, it couldn’t stop a 7.62mm bullet.

Xiaoguo’s animal protection laws don’t work in Eagleland!

Aside from bizarre wishes, most people still came to “Lord Fortune Fox” seeking romance.

But An Sheng was numb from seeing so many.

Seeking romance? In my past life I had a car and a house—and I was still a lonely dog. Now I don’t even have an ID!

Asking a two-life bachelor for romance? You’re dreaming.

“The lock’s broken—let me see what’s wrong.”

An Sheng walked to the front gate of the courtyard, stood on his hind legs, pushed open the slightly ajar iron gate, dragged out a wicker chair from the yard, and jumped onto it to examine the lock.

“Hmm, seems the lock core isn’t springing back? Probably hasn’t been used in a long time?”

“Yu Xueqing came back to her hometown to study tea tree cultivation during summer break—normally, her whole family lives in the city.”

An Sheng tinkered with the mechanical lock for a while and figured out the problem—mechanical parts rarely break.

Usually, they just need lubrication or rust removal; if they’re truly broken, they’re beyond repair.

“But where am I supposed to get a bottle of W40 as a fox?”

An Sheng stared at the lock, frowning.

The whole house, besides Yu Xueqing’s laundry and an electric scooter, had nothing else.

There wasn’t even a refrigerator.

If Yu Xueqing didn’t prepare his food, there might not even be a gas cylinder.

For Yu Xueqing, two meals a day were usually solved at the neighbor’s fast-food stall.

Ten yuan for two meat dishes and two vegetables—tasty and cheap.

Just as An Sheng was thinking about borrowing tools from next door,

Across the asphalt road in front of the self-built house, a middle-aged man wearing a straw hat stared at An Sheng, his face dark with annoyance.

An Sheng noticed him and grinned, lifting his chin in greeting.

“Mmm—”

Changxizhen Village Chief, Chen Fengshui: “.”

(End of Chapter)