Chapter 2: Looks Like You’re Asking for a Slap

What the hell is this woman babbling about?

The silver-haired stranger pinned her down, spouting a string of incomprehensible words.

Agnes—no, not anymore.
The soul inside this body had already been replaced.
He was gone.

The girl lying beneath her wasn’t listening to the nonsense at all.
Her curious eyes wandered across the ruined hall.
Where was this place?
Why had she suddenly appeared here?

Just moments ago, Xu Ke had still been sitting at his desk, eyes locked on his monitor.
He was one kill away—just one step away from a pentakill.
Then, in the blink of an eye, his five-kill streak was gone, his computer vanished, and the brand-new apartment he had just moved into was replaced by this crumbling, dilapidated castle.

One look at the battlefield was enough to tell him what had happened here.
Whatever went down, it had been brutal.

There was only one explanation for this nonsense.
He had transmigrated.

Bad news.
How the hell had he ended up transmigrating out of nowhere?

Worse news.
Of all the places he could’ve landed in, he just had to open his eyes and find himself pinned beneath a strange woman.

Hey, hey—men and women weren’t supposed to be this close!
Wasn’t this basically harassment?

“Uh, big sis, could you maybe get off first?
This is… really uncomfortable.”

His voice sounded wrong—too high, too soft.
Definitely not his own.
Whatever, maybe it was just a side effect of transmigration.

The woman pressed on top of him muttered something long and drawn-out, but Xu Ke didn’t understand a single word.

“All that babbling—what are you even saying, big sis?
Get up first, stand up!”

The girl underneath struggled to push her off, but the newly transformed body was far too weak.
Even if it were still Agnes inhabiting this flesh, breaking free from this woman’s grasp would’ve been a pipe dream.

Stacy’s crimson gaze lingered.
Compared to the scraps of power left behind in this body, what truly intrigued her was the foreign soul now residing within it.
That was something far more valuable.

If words wouldn’t work, she had other ways.
Her fingertip pressed against the girl’s forehead.
Light shimmered.
Information poured directly into the outsider’s mind, reshaped into something she could understand.

And with it—a name appeared crystal clear.
Milly.

A name?
That must be hers.

But when Stacy pointed at the body beneath her, it became clear.
The name didn’t belong to her.
It belonged to the outsider.

No way.
No, no, no!
He wasn’t Milly!

The girl—now christened Milly—shook her head furiously.

So she dared to deny the name Stacy had bestowed upon her?
Very well.

A cold smile tugged at Stacy’s lips.
If the foreign soul refused to obey, then it was time to administer a little punishment.
She had to learn what it meant to defy a goddess.

From Xu Ke’s perspective, all he saw was the strange woman pressing him down, her intent unreadable.

Hey, hey—what the hell was she about to do?
Didn’t he already say men and women weren’t supposed to be this close?!
Was this world really that… open?
He didn’t want to star in some R-rated scene!

He struggled to push her away, but the fragile body he now inhabited was like wet paper.
Ever since he transmigrated, something had felt off—like something was missing.

“Let go! Let me go, let—”

His words cut off in a strangled gasp.
Pain stabbed into him, sharp as lightning, searing straight into his soul.
He had made a fatal mistake.

From the moment he realized he had transmigrated, he had never once checked his new body.

Milly’s wide eyes reflected the shattered chandelier swaying overhead.
The cold gleam of fractured crystals stung her vision.

The bronze tiles beneath her chilled her frail frame.
She tried to push Stacy off and rise, but her limbs were limp, her small hands curling helplessly.
Those weren’t the long, steady hands of an adult man anymore—just the frail, delicate fingers of a child.

“Gibberish again…”

The silver-haired woman muttered another incantation.
From beneath her crimson gown, writhing tendrils slithered out, coiling around Milly’s ankles.

She kicked instinctively, but the moment her eyes met Stacy’s crimson gaze, she froze.
Reflected in those eyes was the image of a disheveled white-haired girl with piercing blue eyes.

Her trembling hand brushed against a softness that shouldn’t exist.
Thunder cracked in her mind.
Her vision slid downward toward her flat abdomen.

The girl let out a small, animal-like whimper.
Her fingernails dug into the cracks of the floor tiles.

Stacy narrowed her eyes, danger glinting in their depths.
Her palm flared with violet light and pressed down hard on the girl’s chest.

Raw magic pulsed violently, rattling every cell in Milly’s fragile body.

Her delicate frame sagged beneath the weight of the spell, powerless.

Arcane sigils traced themselves over her skin, burning like ice whenever Stacy’s fingertip brushed across her collarbone.
Each stroke made her body convulse.

The child collapsed, trembling, unable to resist.

At last, Stacy’s fingertip paused three inches above her brow.
Dark-red threads of light descended like spider silk.

Milly’s mind buzzed.
Like grains of sand trickling through her skull, symbols began piecing themselves together.
One word stood out above all others.

“Milly.”

No.
No way.
She wasn’t Milly.
Her name was Xu Ke.

Her rejection only deepened Stacy’s smile.

Around them, the fractured chandelier rotated backward, scattering countless sparks of light.
On the floor, thorn-shaped patterns spread into a glowing totem, slicing their overlapping shadows into fragments.

“Little Milly,” Stacy’s voice was smooth as silk, “remember your name.”

Her boot pressed against the glowing lines, and the totem snapped shut into a ring around Milly’s ankle.

Heat surged upward from her sole, coursing toward her heart.
Where it passed, golden veins glowed faintly along her skin.

They spread to her collarbone, weaving into a thorn-like crest.
Her lips betrayed her, forming foreign syllables.
The sound was this world’s word for Milly.

“No—stop it!”

She screamed in her mother tongue, but Stacy’s weight crushed her down.
There was no escape.

“Now tell me,” Stacy’s voice was firm, “your name.”

Her name?
Like hell she would answer.
Her name was Xu Ke.
She wasn’t Milly.
She would never accept it.

But the little one resisted fiercely.
Clearly, simple suppression wasn’t enough.

A laugh rippled from Stacy’s throat.
Very well.
If she wanted to struggle so badly, she’d let her.

The pressure pinning Milly down suddenly lifted.
She scrambled to rise—

—but a strong hand clamped around her throat.
Air vanished.
Her frail body writhed, but there was no escaping the woman’s grip.

Dragging her like a doll, Stacy hauled her back into the bedchamber.

The moment she was tossed down, Milly’s small frame bounced lightly against the mattress.
It didn’t hurt, but she barely had time to gulp a breath before Stacy seized her again.

This time, her stomach was pressed across the woman’s lap, face down, rump raised.

Wait a second…

“Smack!”

The crisp sound cracked through the chamber, echoing endlessly against the stone walls.