Chapter 342: Awkward Phase

“Mmm”

“By the way, what’s this tuft on my chest?”

“Well, Qing hasn’t changed at all, but I’m the one who’s changed first.”

Seeing his own transformed hands, An Sheng’s first thought after wanting to play a couple games and argue with his online friends was to rush to the dorm balcony and look in the mirror.

A furry fox, about one and a half meters tall, had taken a humanoid form, but still looked more like a minor demon from Journey to the West than the stunningly handsome godlike figure An Sheng had imagined.

An Sheng stood before the mirror, pondering for a while, then picked up his two tails behind him and swung them, muttering:

“I’m not sure, but if Qing sees me like this, will she kill me?”

“But I’m certain Wang Ya and Bena, upon seeing their own transformations, would be ecstatic.”

An Sheng scoffed, leapt lightly, and landed on the sink counter; with a thought, his form gradually shifted from the fox spirit back to that of a small fox.

The small fox stood upright before the mirror, scrutinizing itself from head to toe, then turned around and wagged its tail.

Five fluffy tails swayed up and down; An Sheng thought again, and the fifth tail slowly vanished.

But.

During the process of switching between forms, An Sheng seemed to sense something strange.

In the fox spirit’s perspective and sensation, everything around him felt unusually clear—not through sight, but through a peculiar, profound clarity.

After reverting to the small fox form, the clarity of the surroundings remained the same, yet somehow different.

He could compare the differences in clarity between forms, but that strange sensation was hard to describe, because he had never experienced anything like it when he was human.

“Could it be my sanity is fluctuating?”

An Sheng muttered, turning his gaze to the Wish List’s Level Two Power Point Allocation interface.

【Body: 121】

【Wisdom: 1】

【Wish Power: 0】

“Sleep. Sleep.”

Seeing the Wish Power count, An Sheng rolled his eyes, reverted to his normal fox form, washed his paws, climbed onto Qing’s bed, set the air conditioner to 23 degrees, pulled the blanket over his belly, and fell fast asleep.

As for the clarity of the fox spirit form, An Sheng had a vague suspicion, but he had no wish power now.

An Sheng strongly suspected that the strange clarity he sensed might originate from Spirit Grains.

Spirit Grains radiated outward from underground, and that refreshing, invigorating sensation he felt also rose from the soles of his feet.

Lin’s Grandfather had once said that the current era of life on Blue Star was a period of Spirit Power resurgence.

Spirit Grains and living beings were one and the same.

According to An Sheng’s knowledge, Spirit Grains could help living beings overcome hunger and return to their original, primordial state—not the current “low-energy state” maintained by their scarcity.

In the crudest possible summary:

At this stage, Spirit Grains ≈ Biological Evolution.

An Sheng didn’t know if he counted as a Spirit Beast, because he couldn’t sense Spirit Grains at all; his thoughts were innate, and his ability to smash Spirit Beasts was barely an innate talent he was born with.

If that clarity truly came from Spirit Grains passing through his body,

then.

An Sheng felt he might have hit the jackpot.

Where Spirit Grains were dense, Spirit Beasts were plentiful; his giant hammer might even spark fire.

…………

“Xiao An! Xiao An, wake up! Time to eat!”

Time passed; Qing and the others returned from visiting Mo Yiqing’s new home.

Upon entering the dorm, everyone immediately saw the small fox rolling around on Qing’s bed.

Qing froze; she had never seen the small fox sleep in such a chaotic manner.

She suspected An Sheng was having a nightmare, so she stepped forward and patted him awake.

“Mmm—”

An Sheng jolted awake, eyes wide, scanning the room in panic.

“Holy shit!”

“Qing, you almost scared me to death—I dreamed of Spirit Grains gushing everywhere, thrilled, took a plane then switched to a tractor to head into the mountains, but the field mice—damn it—they were as big as tractors, thousands of them surrounding me, ready to shit. I was terrified.”

『Wah wah wah—so scary. Foxie dreamed of mice “gulp gulp” drinking chemical wastewater, so fat. Foxie traveled far to get there, but they were covered in shit, launching a mouse charge, inviting foxie to eat giant shit.』

The small fox’s trembling whimpers reached Qing’s ears, translating the dream’s content.

This time,

before Mo Yiqing could even ask Qing what the fox had said, Qing’s face turned pale; she snatched up the small fox, yanked open the blanket, and frantically inspected her bed.

“What happened?”

The three sitting on chairs, watching the sleepy fox’s adorable awakening, now turned to Qing in surprise.

“Xiao An said he dreamed of giant rats covered in shit charging at him.”

“You all know, right? When people dream of toilets, water, or defecating, their bodies physically react on the bed.”

“I think Xiao An peed on the bed.” Qing checked the entire blanket top and bottom, found no brownish substance, and sighed in relief, patting her chest with a look of lingering dread. “He didn’t.”

“So did he?” Mo Yiqing asked, her expression odd.

“Of course not,” Qing waved her hand.

Meanwhile, the small tea tree in the pot and the cockroach peeking out both lowered their heads in disappointment.

“What? You think I peed on the bed?”

An Sheng, still confused by Qing’s actions, erupted in fury upon hearing her explanation; he wriggled free from her arms and scrambled onto the guardrail of the bunk bed.

“Apologize!”

“If you don’t apologize, I’ll pee right on this bed!”

The small fox leaned against the guardrail, raising his hind leg in a threatening pose.

Qing glared: “You dare! If you pee on the bed, you clean the sheets yourself!”

“Qing, what did the fox say?” Mo Yiqing asked curiously.

“Stupid Xiao An says I wronged him. If I don’t apologize with dried yak jerky and iced cola, he’s going to immediately dump a vintage masterpiece on my mattress,” Qing said, exasperated.

“I see.”

Mo Yiqing raised her arm and poked the small fox’s side belly, asking with curiosity:

“But.”

“If Qing doesn’t wash the sheets and makes you sleep where you peed, what will you do then?”

“Mmm, mmm—”

“Hmm?” Mo Yiqing looked at Qing.

“He says, if I pee on your bed, I’ll sleep on yours.” Qing said, face darkening.

“Perfect! I’ll hold you steady—you go ahead. I guarantee Xiao An won’t pee on your sleeping spot. Go ahead, don’t hold back.”

Qing: “...”

Mo Mo is so thoughtful.

Just a little too dark-hearted.

(End of Chapter)