Sung Yang-Sang walked through the crowded streets of the kingdom, the sun shining brightly overhead. His lips were dried out, and his dirt-covered appearance stood out amidst the sea of elegantly dressed people. He noticed their strange looks, the soft breeze made his fox ears twitch.
Suddenly, a man dressed in a white buttoned shirt and black trousers approached Sung Yang-Sang with a curious expression.
"Cosplaying a fox person, huh? The ears look so real. Can I touch them?"
Sung Yang-Sang's eyes widened in shock. He was the last of his kind, the only remaining fox person in the world, and now it seemed they were nothing more than a forgotten myth. Panic surged through him, and without a word, he turned and ran.
He sprinted through the streets, bumping into people at first, but soon his body felt strangely light. His movements became quicker, smoother—he was running at the speed of a horse. The world around him seemed to slow down, and he darted through the crowd with ease. Then, as if propelled by pure instinct, Sung Yang-Sang leaped into the air, soaring an incredible 190 centimeters high.
Everyone watched in awe as Sung Yang-Sang descended from his leap. Before hitting the ground, he tucked his body and rolled, landing gracefully. Rising to his feet, he noticed a circle of people had gathered around him, their expressions filled with a mix of amazement and confusion.
"This is just a fraction of the power I grant you, Sung Yang-Sang, by engaging with others, these abilities will grow stronger. Soon, you'll have the power to slaughter those who killed your grandpa."
Said the nine-tailed fox of lust.
Sung Yang-Sang noticed guards emerging from the crowd, each armed with steel swords. One of them stepped forward, his voice stern.
"Take off the ears now."
Sung Yang-Sang instinctively stepped back, only to bump into a knight behind him. He was surrounded.
The Nine-Tailed Fox of Lust's voice echoed in his mind.
"Sung Yang-Sang, it's time to use your first ability. Extend your hand and imagine… tentacles."
Taking a deep breath, Sung Yang-Sang slowly extended his right hand. He closed his eyes and focused, picturing his arm transforming. A strange tingling sensation ran through it, and before he could fully process it, his right arm morphed into five tentacles.
Without hesitation, the tentacles lashed out, grabbing the guards around him. They slammed them onto the ground repeatedly, the brutal force causing blood to splatter everywhere. Cries of pain quickly fell silent.
The remaining guards stepped back in terror. One of the knights shouted, his voice trembling.
"CALL AN ELITE KNIGHT!"
Sung Yang-Sang stood frozen, watching the carnage unfold. Horror gripped him as he realized he couldn't stop the tentacles. These people weren't responsible for his grandpa's death. Some of them weren't even alive back then. And yet, they were dying by his hand.
Sung Yang-Sang's tentacles dropped the lifeless bodies of the guards, only to lash out and grab others. The knights screamed as they were slammed repeatedly onto the concrete road, their armor offering little protection from the brutal force. The crowd stood frozen in terror, unable to look away from the massacre.
"STOP IT! STOP IT!" Sung Yang-Sang shouted.
The chaos was interrupted by the echoing clatter of silver boots approaching. Sung Yang-Sang spun around and saw a figure in gleaming silver armor striding toward him. The woman's helmet obscured her face, but her presence radiated authority.
Without hesitation, she unsheathed a sleek, crystal-black sword and dashed toward him with incredible speed. The distance between them vanished in an instant.
Before Sung Yang-Sang could react, his tentacles moved on their own, releasing the bodies and swiping at her. The force sent her flying back, but she landed gracefully on her feet, skidding slightly before coming to a stop.
The woman stood still for a moment, her posture calm despite the overwhelming tension. She stared at Sung Yang-Sang, her tone sharp yet intrigued.
"A fox person… I've only read about them. They were renowned for their physical prowess. But this… magic?"
The woman dashed toward Sung Yang-Sang with incredible speed. His tentacles lunged to intercept her, but in one swift motion, she slashed them clean off. Before he could react, her crystal-black sword pierced his stomach. Though she narrowly avoided hitting any vital organs, the pain overwhelmed him. His vision blurred, and within moments, everything went dark.
When Sung Yang-Sang regained consciousness, he found himself in a dimly lit chamber—a prison cell, cold and unyielding. Chains hung from the walls, and a faint metallic scent lingered in the air.
Before him stood a woman, her body completely bare, her presence exuding both strength and unsettling intent.
"Allow me to have your children," she said, her tone calm yet commanding. "And I will let you live. Together, we will create the strongest offspring imaginable."