Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 307 – The Power of ‘I Think’

Lin Fan stood up and brushed the porcelain dust from his fingertips.

No residual energy. The physical structure had completely collapsed.

It was as if this vase had truly experienced tens of thousands of years in an instant.

“You wanted it to change, so it changed?”

Lin Fan confirmed once more, a hint of curiosity in his tone.

Yui knelt on the ground, shrinking her neck nervously like a child who had done something wrong.

“I… at that moment, all I thought was that I didn’t want to see this vase.”

She explained somewhat incoherently.

“And then it just… did that.”

Mental Strength interfering with reality?

The thought flashed through Lin Fan’s mind.

“Stand up.”

Lin Fan raised his chin slightly and commanded.

Yui scrambled to her feet, stumbling a little from the haste of her movement.

“Besides breaking things, can you do anything else?”

Lin Fan’s gaze fell on the dirty pair of work overalls Yui was wearing.

She had picked these clothes up from the ruins. They hadn’t fit her properly to begin with, and after the recent physical enhancement, they were now stretched tightly across her body, outlining her youthful yet alluring curves.

Pleasant to look at, but too shabby.

“These clothes—I don’t like them.”

Lin Fan pointed at her. “Change into something else.”

“Huh?”

Yui was stunned.

“Sir, I… I don’t have any other clothes to change into…”

“Use your ability.”

Lin Fan walked over to a chair nearby and sat down, leisurely crossing his legs. “Since you can make a vase disappear, can you turn these clothes into what I want to see?”

“What… you want to see?”

Yui looked bewildered.

“A kimono, then.”

Lin Fan said casually. “The kind with cherry blossoms. Shoulders exposed. Don’t be too conservative.”

Hearing this, Yui bit her lip and slowly closed her eyes.

She concentrated on imagining.

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Kimono… cherry blossoms… exposed shoulders…

The next moment, a strange ripple spread through the air.

The candle flames in the tent swayed violently without any wind.

Then, the canvas overalls on Yui’s body began to twist and fade.

The stiff fabric softened rapidly, and the dull gray color was replaced by a vivid pink.

It was as if an invisible hand was forcibly painting new colors onto the canvas of reality.

In just three seconds.

The tattered overalls and sneakers vanished without a trace.

In their place was an exquisitely crafted pink furisode kimono.

Large cherry blossom petals were embroidered across the silky fabric, and the wide collar slipped down just perfectly, revealing the girl’s fair, rounded shoulders and delicate collarbones.

Even her previously messy hair had automatically been arranged into a gentle bun, adorned with a dangling hairpin.

Her feet were now fitted with a pair of small wooden clogs and pristine white tabi socks.

“This…”

Yui opened her eyes and looked down at the transformation on her body, completely stunned.

She reached out and touched the fabric on her sleeve—the texture felt utterly real.

This was definitely not an illusion.

A flicker of surprise passed through Lin Fan’s golden pupils.

This ability is interesting.

As long as one’s “perception” was firm enough, could reality be distorted to a certain extent?

Isn’t this the legendary “Power of I-Think-So”?

Whatever I think it is, that’s what it becomes.

If that’s really the case…

A bold idea surfaced in Lin Fan’s mind.

If he could make her believe she was a god, wouldn’t she become invincible outright?

“Come out with me.”

Lin Fan stood up, pushed open the tent flap, and stepped outside.

The sea breeze carried a hint of chill.

Long Yan, standing guard at the door, saw Lin Fan and immediately bowed in salute.

However, when he caught sight of Yui following behind Lin Fan in her gorgeous kimono, his vertical pupils nearly popped out of his head.

Wasn’t the woman who went in just now a sloppy village girl?

How did she transform like this in the blink of an eye?

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“Go, catch me a live Mutated Chicken.”

Lin Fan ordered.

“Huh?”

Long Yan was stunned for a moment.

“Is the master hungry? I’ll have the kitchen—”

“Catch it alive.”

Lin Fan cut him off.

“One with strong vitality.”

Though he didn’t understand why, Long Yan was highly efficient.

In less than five minutes, he returned carrying a colorful Mutated Wild Chicken.

This thing was a first-tier Mutated Beast. Aside from being fast and good at pecking, it had no real abilities—but its vitality was indeed tenacious. Sometimes even with its neck snapped, it would still flop around for a good while.

“Put it there.”

Lin Fan pointed to an open space ahead.

The moment the Mutated Wild Chicken hit the ground, it immediately flapped its wings, trying to escape.

“Yui.”

Lin Fan stood to the side with his arms crossed.

“Watch it.”

Yui nervously pinched the hem of her clothes. “Master?”

“Use your ability.”

Lin Fan’s voice betrayed no emotion.

“Kill it.”

“Kill…?”

Yui’s face instantly turned pale.

Changing clothes was one thing, but taking a life was another.

“Too afraid?”

Lin Fan turned his head, his gaze deep and unfathomable.

“If you’re useless, why should I keep you around?”

“In this world, a vase has only one fate—to be shattered.”

These words struck Yui’s heart like a needle.

She thought of the days after her brother died—days of being bullied and humiliated, enduring endless indignity.

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She never wanted to live like that again.

“I’ll do it!”

Yui took a deep breath, her eyes suddenly burning with determination.

She stared intently at the flapping Mutated Wild Chicken.

Die.

Just die.

Heart stop, or head fall off—whatever it takes.

As long as it dies!

Fine beads of sweat formed on Yui’s forehead, and that strange fluctuation appeared once again.

But this time, it was nowhere near as smooth as when she had changed clothes.

She felt the air around her grow thick and viscous.

Her body began to tremble violently, and her face turned deathly pale at a visible rate, as if all her strength had been drained away.

“Cluck-cluck-cluck!”

The Mutated Wild Chicken seemed to sense the danger too, shrieking in terror.

Ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

Two streams of blood slowly trickled from Yui’s nostrils.

“Thud.”

Her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, gasping for air, her entire body soaked in cold sweat.

And that Mutated Wild Chicken…

It had only lost a few feathers.

Its bare rear end was exposed, looking rather comical.

It even turned its head in confusion, glanced at the few feathers on the ground, then continued hopping around lively as ever.

Not dead.

It wasn’t even injured—at most, it had been forcibly plucked.

The scene was extremely awkward.

Lin Fan walked over, glanced at the nearly exhausted Yui, then at the bald-bottomed chicken.

“Just as I guessed.”

Lin Fan shook his head, the hint of expectation in his eyes fading considerably.

If this ability truly had no limits, that would be the unreasonable part.

Altering reality comes at a price.

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Changing the form of an inanimate object doesn’t cost much.

But to extinguish a life, even if it was only a first-tier Mutated Beast, one would have to contend with the other party’s life energy and mental will.

Yui’s current energy level was, at best, at the peak of the second tier.

To rely on such an idealistic method to kill a Lifeform would cause Mental Strength consumption to skyrocket exponentially.

Plucking a few chicken feathers had drained her Mental Strength dry.

If this ability were used on a battlefield, it would be nothing short of a joke.

“A chicken rib…”

Lin Fan sighed.

This ability was a classic “late-game hero”—in the early stages, it was weaker than a dog.

Even if she were allowed to grow to the fifth tier, she’d probably only be able to glare a second-tier lackey to death. The cost-performance ratio was far too low.

“Milord… I’m sorry…”

Yui on the ground weakly lifted her head, her eyes filled with panic.

“I… I’ll work harder…”

She was truly afraid of being abandoned.

“Enough.”

Lin Fan waved his hand, injecting a stream of Mental Strength into Yui’s body to help stabilize her consciousness that was on the verge of collapse.

“I never expected you to slay gods.”

Although her combat ability was lacking, her auxiliary capabilities were still quite decent.

From now on, bringing her along would be like carrying a mobile 3D printer—she could change his clothes anytime. It was quite convenient.

Moreover…

This ability, which touched upon the level of “rules,” reminded him of something the System had once said.

“The Ancestor of Life is an existence that transcends dimensions. The true Ancestor of Life creates all things, destroys all things—one thought brings life, one thought brings death.”

Could Yui’s “Power of I-Think-So” be a missing piece to complete his incomplete Bloodline?

It seemed he’d have to keep her by his side for now and observe.

Good things should be fattened up before being used.

“Long Yan.”

Lin Fan kicked Long Yan, who was still standing there in a daze.

“Stew this featherless chicken and give it to my precious maidservant to nourish her.”

“This one?”

“No duh. Saves us the trouble of plucking feathers.”