Chapter Twenty-Eight: She’s Terrifying Ahhhhh

"What is wrong with me?" Li Luyan once again pinned down the struggling chair.

"I... I cannot say." The chair squirmed with difficulty, but it was held fast under Li Luyan’s foot.

"Although the Lord of Desire is currently in a deep slumber, He left a portion of taboo within me."

"There are some things I truly cannot speak of."

Even though the little chair had no eyes, Li Luyan could sense the wariness within it.

"Fine, fine, little thing. Then first, dismiss your domain." Li Luyan waved her hand and understandingly lifted her foot.

The chair trembled violently, like a drowning person who had just been rescued, and its four legs clumsily propped up its body.

No one noticed the writing emerging on the underside of its seat—an oracle descended from the abyss by the God of Desire.

*Follow her.*
*Kill her.*
*Otherwise, die.*

Three lines of golden text appeared and vanished amidst the wood grain.

The chair suddenly froze, its four legs tapping nervously against the floor, making a faint "click-clack" sound.

"Alright... alright." Its tone trembled. "But can you promise me one thing?"

It had suddenly switched to an honorific.

"Oh? You dare negotiate with me?" Li Luyan raised an eyebrow, preparing to stomp on it again.

As if triggered, the chair jumped backward several steps in a panic.

Its voice grew quieter: "No... it is not a condition, it is a request! I beg you, let me follow you!"

Li Luyan narrowed her eyes; a woman’s intuition told her that this sudden "surrender" of the chair was suspicious.

But she only sneered: "Why stop following your God of Desire..."

"Enough talk. First, resolve the domain for me."

The chair shivered, its four legs pulling tightly together as if trembling in fear.

The next second, the entire snowfield domain began to collapse, and the walls of the wooden house twisted like melting wax.

Everything went black before Li Luyan’s eyes. When she opened them again, she was back in the bedroom from before she had entered the domain.

However, the chair had not disappeared.

It stood firmly in the center of the bedroom, its gleaming golden body appearing exceptionally striking in the dim room. It was like a lightbulb, illuminating the dark space.

***

Yu Yue widened her eyes and gaped, looking as though she hadn't seen much of the world: "...Sister Yan, where did you get a gaudy gold chair?"

It wasn't her fault; the chair was simply too ostentatious.

Lin Youwei, however, suddenly took a step back, her silver-white pupils slightly contracting: "No... this thing has the aura of 'divinity'."

Li Luyan did not answer, merely staring at the chair and saying coldly: "Explain, why are you still here after the domain has been cleared?"

The chair was silent for a second before replying in an exaggerated, almost sycophantic tone: "Because! I have decided to follow a strong-willed person like you! From this day forward, I am your exclusive chair!"

Yu Yue couldn't help but snort: "Haha! Sister Yan, it sounds just like a madam at a brothel, hahahahaha."

Seeing that Li Luyan remained silent and was staring straight at it, the chair felt a bit guilty, but this was the mission given by the Lord of Desire; it had to be completed.

And so, with a "clack," its four legs buckled, and it knelt down directly.

"Please, take me in! I am super useful! I can be a stool, and I can..." It paused, its voice dropping, "...I can help you find the other inheritors of the 'Twelve Thrones'."

Seeing this, even the usually composed Lin Youwei, after awakening her divinity, couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Why not keep it? It looks so pitiful, like a little dog."

The golden chair nodded in agreement, hopping twice before running over to rub against Lin Youwei’s leg, its voice fawning: "As expected of the inheritor of the Moon God, truly gentle."

"Fine, you can follow me."

She suddenly stepped on the seat with a dull "thud." "But if I ever discover you harbor any ulterior motives..."

The chair sprang up as if electrocuted: "I wouldn't dare! Big Sister is so heroic and mighty; of course, I am loyal to you!"

Yu Yue clutched her stomach, unable to stand straight from laughing: "Sister Yan, it really is like a dog!"

Li Luyan gave a cold snort and finally moved her foot. The chair, as if granted amnesty, hurriedly rubbed its back against her calf, acting exactly like a pet trying to please its master.

"However," Li Luyan suddenly narrowed her eyes, "you said you could help me find the other inheritors of the 'Twelve Thrones'?"

The chair immediately straightened its back. "That’s right! I am a divine artifact; I carry a portion of the Lord's aura, and divine auras resonate with one another!" Its voice was filled with pride.

If she could find the other inheritors in advance, it would be highly beneficial, whether for forming alliances or preparing defenses.

Besides, wasn't the president of the Tongying Association an awakener? If she could find him before he rose to power...

"Very well." Li Luyan patted the chair's back. "From now on, you shall be called 'Little Bastard'."

"No, please!" The little thing looked despondent, its back drooping as if it were hanging its head. "I don’t want that name; it’s so ugly, so ugly."

Li Luyan shot a sharp glare at it, and the little thing immediately straightened its back, its voice booming: "This name is lovely, I like it very much."

Yu Yue leaned in curiously and poked its armrest: "Is it really not going to suddenly turn into a monster?"

The moment she finished speaking, Little Bastard suddenly "snapped" its armrests open, lunging toward Yu Yue's fingers like a gaping maw!

***

"Wah!"

Yu Yue was so frightened she sat down on the floor.

"Hahaha!" Little Bastard shook its body triumphantly, its four legs hopping excitedly as if doing a tap dance: "Just a joke!"

Li Luyan slapped its back. "Scare anyone again and I'll take you apart for firewood."

Little Bastard immediately wilted, curling up in grievance.

"Let's rest now. Who is taking the night watch?" Yu Yue stood up and patted the dust off her pants.

"I will," Lin Youwei said before walking out of the bedroom.

Yu Yue yawned, rubbed her sore neck, and waved. "Goodnight then, Sister Yan, I'm heading to the guest room."

Little Bastard also consciously moved to the corner of the room.

Li Luyan lay on the bed, but she found it difficult to fall asleep.

She kept feeling that something was wrong. Why would a divine artifact suddenly change masters? Even if its master was in a deep slumber, it shouldn't happen.

In the darkness, she faintly heard a subtle "creak."

By the moonlight, she saw Little Bastard moving silently toward the side of her bed. It wasn't that her eyesight was particularly good; it was just that its brilliant, golden glow was too eye-catching.

Just as it reached a step away from the edge of the bed, Li Luyan suddenly opened her eyes: "Looking to die?" Her voice was low.

Little Bastard froze in place, then ingratiatingly hopped onto the bed: "I... I am a bit scared... I want to rest next to you."

Just then, the wind howled outside, and Little Bastard took the opportunity to shrink closer to Li Luyan, feigning fear.

Li Luyan pinched its armrest. "If I catch you wandering around in the middle of the night again, I will make sure you can never move again."

*Thump.*

She kicked Little Bastard off the bed.

Little Bastard trembled as it retreated to the corner, not daring to move again.

In a place where no one could see, a line of oracle text appeared once more on the bottom of the chair:

*Kill her.*

And this time, a line of distorted, childish-looking script was added underneath:

*Lord God, but she is so scary ahhh!!!*