I'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.

The discomfort in her body vanished instantly. Without pausing to admire the handsome man before her, Sang Fuying scrambled to her feet and staggered toward the brightly lit path.

The blonde man awoke suddenly from his deep slumber, traces of female spiritual energy still lingering around him.

He raised his hand and examined the neat bite marks on the webbing between his thumb and index finger.

Some female had soothed him during one of his manic episodes.

Her female spiritual energy was so perfectly matched to his that there was no genetic rejection whatsoever.

Before this, no female’s spiritual energy had ever successfully matched his, let alone calmed his mania.

“There’s an intruder in the bunker! Quickly check on the young master!” The butler hurried in with others, catching a faint, sweet scent in the air. “Such a fragrant female aura—has a woman been here?”

The blonde man on the ground sat up. Though he appeared merely a delicate, pale, and somewhat sickly young man without any obvious threat, the group was startled and instinctively retreated.

“Y-Young Master Moer, are you... alright?” The butler nervously asked from behind the castle guards.

“I’m fine now. No killing. Find the female who calmed me.” Moer picked up the longsword lying nearby and stood, walking away slowly.

“You mean a female soothed you?” The butler asked incredulously.

Young Master Moer’s beast gene level was SSS, yet his spiritual power had surpassed SSS by the age of fifteen and continued to rise—SSS was the maximum officially recognized.

Medical experts explained his condition as spiritual power out of control, causing severe side effects manifesting as mania. This was akin to the mental collapse seen in male beasts, but his episodes occurred only once a month.

However, this month marked the second episode.

During these manic episodes, only killing could bring him back to clarity.

For three years, the Lesterlin family had sought a female whose spiritual energy matched his, but even the top-tier female pheromones failed to synchronize with him. Without pheromone compatibility, spiritual power could not soothe him.

Experts said his genes were extraordinarily strong—abnormally so—and too different from those of ordinary females, making matching impossible.

To find a female capable of calming the young master—what a rare and magnificent being she must be.

“Yes,” Moer replied calmly.

“Where will you go now, Young Master?”

“To find the intruder.” To dare to break in and attempt to assassinate him during his manic episode—he detected severe injuries on that person and recognized them as a worthy opponent.

Sang Fuying didn’t know how many corpses she had crossed to escape that cursed place. Outside, the world opened up into a garden first, then a lavish castle.

In stark contrast to the castle were the grand futuristic buildings in the distance and vehicles floating in the sky—traffic lights, motorcycles, sports cars, enormous birds, winged dinosaurs...

It was a spectacular cyberpunk visual feast.

“Xiao Bu, where should I go now?”

Xiao Bu began operating within the system space: [Host, wait a moment. I’m searching for the address of the Sang Yao family now.]

A strange sensation flared in her chest again, burning and making her dizzy.

Sang Fuying pinched herself hard to use the pain to stay alert. “You’d better hurry. I’m feeling worse.”

“Aroused little female? Where did you come from?” The man’s smiling voice emerged like a hidden reef beneath the water, tinged with amusement.

Sang Fuying looked toward the voice’s source in terror and saw a languid figure reclining on a tree branch—an exquisitely androgynous person.

His features were sharp and sculpted, his fox-like eyes dangerously alluring. A playful, cynical smile curved his lips. He wore a pink shirt, unbuttoned at the collar, revealing smooth chest muscles.

If it were night, he would be the kind of demon from a ghostly tale that could captivate all souls.

The man sat up on the branch, propping his chin in his hand with interest as he gazed at Sang Fuying. “Little sister, you look familiar. I feel like I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

“My uncle is Sang Yao. I don’t know where I am. Can you tell me?” Sang Fuying asked politely.

Upon hearing the familiar name, the man narrowed his fox eyes in appraisal. “You’re Sang Yao’s niece? I remember his niece is a defective female. Defective females don’t get aroused.”

Aroused? Why did that make her aroused?

At that moment, Xiao Bu’s voice came through: [Host, your body’s certain component is elevated—what they call ‘aroused’ here. You have two options: one, let this good-looking man in front of you help resolve it; two, there’s a lake to your left—jump in.]

Her already flushed face burned even more. She answered Xiao Bu, “II'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.