The Vicious Bad Woman

As long as the power gap wasn’t too extreme, leveling up to defeat stronger foes wasn’t impossible.
That’s why the Dragonfang Blade was one of the Dragonblood Council’s Three Sacred Treasures.

They planned to rely on this very weapon—to assassinate Empress Elizabeth in one strike.

But alas—their dream would be shattered.

And…

A smirk curled on Black’s lips.

He hadn’t just stolen the blade—he’d framed Yellow Dragon, sowing chaos within the Council!

Especially for Yellow Dragon—even if he survived, he’d be gravely wounded.

After all—how could anyone outside the Council know so many codes?

The Dragonfang Blade was a sacred treasure.
Its sudden disappearance demanded a scapegoat.

Even if Yellow Dragon proved his innocence—he’d still face punishment.

Then—Black would personally end him with the Dragonfang Blade!

This was his second phase.

Once Yellow Dragon fell, the Council’s plot would collapse.

Feeling one step closer to his dream—returning to his village, marrying the village beauty—Black smiled, closed his eyes, and slept.

Everything was going smoothly…

“Grumble.”

Well, except for being a bit hungry—everything was fine…

“GRUMBLE!”

Damn it! So hungry!

Black suddenly remembered—he hadn’t eaten all day!

That damn old hen Mary! If she didn’t let him eat, she’d be the first victim of the Dragonfang Blade!

And so, Mr. Black drifted into dreams—weighted by exhaustion… and hunger.

In his dream, he returned to his past life—drinking cola, playing games, eating fried chicken, with a sweet girlfriend in black stockings teasing him.

“Hehe… black stockings…”

But when he woke—what he was hugging wasn’t his girlfriend’s slender leg in stockings…

It was Mary’s thick, rough thigh.

Realizing the wrong texture—this leg was way too muscular—Black jolted awake, leaping from the bed.

“Got you! Sun’s already high—your ass is roasted!”

“As Princess Alice’s personal guard, you’re not at her side—sleeping in like a lazy dog?!”

And so, the Hodir erupted again—just like every other morning.

For the next few days, Black followed Princess Alice everywhere.

Almost attached to her.

Practicing swordplay. Handling official duties. Patrolling the ship.

Black didn’t understand—his presence changed nothing. Alice could do it all alone.

When handling paperwork, Alice wrote furiously—Black’s only role? Handing her a pen.

Mostly, he just stood there, zoning out.

Yet Alice insisted on keeping him close.

Sure, her stunning face and slim figure were pleasing to the eye—but even beauty gets boring.

Unless she lets you kiss, touch…

Of course, impossible. Black wanted to keep his head.

Sometimes, Alice casually asked:
Where do you live? What does your family do? How many are in your household?

Clearly, she still suspected him.

Black answered flawlessly—no slip-ups.

But suspicion lingered.

These days with Alice weren’t entirely fruitless.

From observation, Black reached a conclusion:
Alice was a self-discipline fanatic!

Even students from Hengshui High School would salute her!

4:00 AM—wake up, practice sword.
8:00 AM—handle daily affairs.
12:00 PM—lunch break.
2:00 PM—read books.
6:00 PM—patrol.
8:00 PM—more sword training.
12:00 AM—sleep.

Meals? Exactly ten minutes. Not a second longer. No second helpings—no matter how delicious.

She was the queen of grinding. Who could compete?

Poor Black ended each day with massive dark circles.

When he occasionally met Elaina or Krystin—they gave him sympathetic looks.

All assumed he was being abused by Alice.

Still, these tough days had some benefits.

At least—Black discovered a hidden potential in his body.

During sparring sessions, he noticed his physical stats rapidly rising.

At first, he couldn’t even see Alice’s strikes.

Now—he could gradually track her movements.

Sometimes, he even predicted her attacks—blocking them successfully.

Energy surged through his mind, his eyes.

His perception was rising.

Black slowly realized—this was Spirit Energy, which he’d long ignored.

In the game, it was just a mechanic.
Now—he truly felt it.

An indescribable, wondrous sensation!

He recalled a line from a Chinese animation he once watched:
“Is the body merely a prison for the soul?”

On Earth, no matter how strong the soul—flesh remained weak.
One bullet could kill.

But here—everything changed.

The soul reshaped flesh through Spirit Energy—humans transcended biological limits!

With each sparring session, a strange feeling grew.

He seemed to be returning to his player state.

This sensation intensified when facing near-death!

Until one day—it peaked.

Whoosh!

As Alice swung her sword again—Black unconsciously triggered something.

At that moment—a faintly glowing system interface appeared.

Text floated before him:

[You have entered Flow State.]

Black felt himself enter a wondrous state.

Now, he wasn’t just Black.

He was back at a computer—a player holding a controller.

Through the controller—he controlled his body.

Alice’s sword movements became slow, slow.

He could even see the vibrations of a fly’s wings five meters away.

Instantly, his mind—that of a top-tier player—flooded with dozens of combat strategies:
Dodge. Block. Counter. Deflect. Interrupt. Skill activation…

Just press the button—and he could precisely control every micro-movement:
Arm rotation, leg extension speed, bone flexion angle…

Spirit Energy surged through his body!

It felt like—press a few buttons, chain skills together—and unleash power.

Like an RPG combo:
Normal Attack x3 → Grapple → Momentum Build → Energy Burst.

Exactly like a game combo.

Sadly—this state lasted less than three seconds.

When he snapped back—Alice’s sword was already at his neck.