One Wish to Own the World



Ken spawned in the middle of a forest which he recognized as the outskirts of the Beast Haven. He didn't have much time left before the secret realm was over and he had achieved all his goals in the secret realm. Now, it was time to get ready to leave.

'The problem is that I will be hunted as soon as I step outside. The Four Seasons Sect will probably look for me and their elders will not hold back despite my younger age and lower stage.'

Ken never forgot the problems he had left behind in the outside world before he was sucked into the secret realm of the Bloodthirst Sect. Now, it was time to prepare to deal with those problems.

'Let's find a good place to hide first,' Ken thought to himself. The young boy spread his Bloodlust Sense technique and searched for a place. He soon found a trail of bloodlust leading to a burrow in the ground, and apparently, the owner was not home. 

Ken didn't know which creature the burrow belonged to, but it was at the fifth rank, and he was confident enough to deal with it easily. He jogged to the burrow and slid right into it without wasting time.

To his surprise, he was not alone. There were four kits cuddling each other.

'Rabbits?'

The four little baby rabbits were sitting on the ground, looking at him curiously. One of them hopped to Ken's side, trying to touch his leg.

'Should I eat them?'

Ken felt slightly bad about eating them, they were quite cute.

'Oh well, I didn't have meat for a long time.'

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3 hours passed, and Ken just finished his bunny soup meal. The soup also included their mother who sprinted into the burrow anxiously when she smelled the scent of a stranger in her home, only to be trapped and slaughtered inside a fifth-rank formation.

'Time to begin arranging my disguise.'

He already finished laying out all the formations he needed in the burrow, which included Concealing Formations to hide this place from outside and Suppressing Formation in case someone wandered inside by accident despite the concealment.

He looked at his hand and sighed. Or more correctly, he looked at what his hand was holding.

'I guess being the Forbidden Fruit has its own merits.'

In his palm, he held the storage ring of the female disciple he had killed earlier in the coffin room. 

He knew that once he was out of the secret realm, the elders of the Four Seasons Sect will look for him, and changing his mask or not wearing any wouldn't be of much help; he might be the only child in the area, and even if there were more young-looking disciples, there won't be enough confuse the seventh and eighth-stage elders.

Hence, he came up with a final idea. All he had to do was to transform into a girl.

In the dimly lit burrow, the young cultivator took a deep breath as he prepared for his daring escape. In the mirror he had taken out of the looted storage ring, he could see his long, black hair cascading down his back, its silky strands brushing against his shoulders. 

With a calm and unwavering gaze, his crimson eyes held a determined resolve. Ken was fully aware of his ethereal beauty, and though it had a certain feminine charm, he had never let it sway his cold and indifferent demeanor.

Moving swiftly, he retrieved a delicate brush and a palette of makeup, conscious of the discomfort he felt at the idea. However, Ken knew that such trivial matters were of no consequence when it came to survival. 

His hands moved with precision, applying the soft shades of pastel to his cheeks, enhancing his naturally delicate features. He added a touch of rose to his lips, accentuating their alluring shape, all the while maintaining his stoic expression.

With each stroke of the brush, Ken's heart remained as calm as ever. His awareness of his own beauty never wavered, but it was merely a fact, an attribute that he accepted without emotion. For him, beauty was a tool, something that could be utilized to achieve his goals, and in this dire situation, it served a purpose.

'Hmm, I'd make a great trap. I could lure hundreds of young masters.'

As he carefully lined his eyes with dark kohl, he observed his own reflection, his crimson gaze meeting that of the captivating girl in the mirror. Despite the unfamiliarity of the image before him, he showed no signs of discomfort. Instead, his countenance remained cold and composed, as if he were observing someone else entirely.

In the final moments of his transformation, Ken applied a light dusting of shimmering powder, enhancing the natural glow of his skin. The result was captivating, but he regarded it with a detached air, his mind focused solely on the task at hand.

Stepping back to survey his disguise, Ken saw the image of a stunning young girl staring back at him. While anyone else might have marveled at the beauty before them, Ken's thoughts were practical and calculating. He knew that this transformation would afford him the advantage he needed to escape his enemies unnoticed.

With a silent nod of satisfaction, Ken slipped into a silken robe he had taken out of his storage ring, its gentle fabric flowing gracefully around him. Despite the unfamiliarity of the attire, he moved with a fluid elegance, fully embodying the persona of the young woman he had become.

'Next, let's make my hairstyle more feminine,' Ken mumbled. Moving his hands elegantly, he adorned a beautiful hairpin to secure his glossy hair.

He had never applied makeup before, but he had seen Diana, Sol, and his mother do it in the past. Thanks to his memory, he could remember how to do it precisely without a glitch.

'Now for the final product.'

Ken took out a green pill he had learned how to concoct in the library.

'Green-Eye Pill.'