Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 491 – Ding! Fusion Successful

“System, begin fusion!”

The moment the command was issued, one hundred and ninety-one Epic-grade Skins and three Mythic-grade Skin-suits poured out of the System Space.

They floated densely around Lin Fan, blotting out the sky and covering the sun.

Each Skin carried the essence of a once-unrivaled powerhouse.

Now their fate was reduced to a single purpose.

Burn.

Hum—

All two hundred Skins ignited simultaneously.

Blue flames, red flames, purple flames—a kaleidoscope of colors wove together into a blaze both magnificent and eerie.

A colossal torrent of energy, wrapped in searing waves of heat, surged from every direction toward Lin Fan’s palms.

That paper-thin [Long Xi] Skin greedily devoured everything.

White light erupted.

So brilliant that even shadows ceased to exist.

The next instant, the Skin transformed into a streak of light, piercing through Lin Fan’s brow and diving into her Sea of Consciousness.

On the far northern ice plains, a pressure far exceeding the peak of Level Eight slammed down.

Space within a hundred li twisted violently, as if wrung by an invisible hand.

The blizzard was forcibly expelled, leaving a massive vacuum in its wake.

The rock layers below, already scorched to charcoal, shattered completely under the pressure, reduced to fine dust.

Lin Fan let out a muffled groan.

Her knees gave way, slamming directly into the charred earth.

Pain.

Not ordinary pain.

It was the kind that surged from the marrow of her bones, boiling outward.

The pain-conversion mechanism of the [Tyranny] talent was rendered useless in that instant.

The conversion speed couldn’t keep up with the flood of agony—like trying to catch a waterfall with a teacup.

The Progenitor Dragon Bloodline at the peak of Level Nine didn’t play by the rules.

This wasn’t fusion. It was invasion.

Golden dragon blood burst from the cracks in Lin Fan’s skin, forcibly expelling her original blood.

Her jade-white flesh cracked inch by inch, golden light seeping through the fissures, as if something was trying to tear its way out.

Her bones emitted a dense series of snapping sounds.

Every bone was being crushed by Dragon Qi, then reassembled into a denser structure.

Every meridian endured the relentless torment of being torn apart and rebuilt, over and over.

“The gap in levels… is too great.”

Lin Fan clenched her molars, swallowing a mouthful of bloody spittle.

Her base cultivation was at the peak of Level Eight.

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Long Xi was a solid peak Level Nine, a single step away from a true god at Level Ten.

This chasm was wider than all the levels below nine combined.

A snake trying to swallow an elephant.

The price had come due.

The two forces within her body erupted into all-out war.

The golden, radiant Progenitor Dragon Bloodline, carrying the ancient, overbearing will of a bygone era, crushed down with overwhelming force.

The emerald Bloodline of the Progenitor of Life fought desperately to resist.

But it was incomplete.

Long Xi’s portion was whole.

Incomplete against complete—this battle was unfair from the very start.

The emerald defense line fell back, again and again.

The golden Dragon Qi drove deep, advancing on two fronts—one striking at the heart, the other assaulting the Sea of Consciousness.

“ROAR—!”

An ancient dragon’s cry detonated within Lin Fan’s mind.

It wasn’t sound.

It was will.

It was the Progenitor Dragon Bloodline, inherited over hundreds of millions of years, using its instinct to crush a human’s cognition.

Lin Fan’s consciousness began to blur.

The scene before her changed.

The northern ice plains vanished.

She stood in a sea of chaos, countless fragments of ancient dragon memories forcibly flooding into her mind.

The Dragon Clan ruled over all races.

Devouring. Slaughter. Dominion.

These memories weren’t meant for her to observe.

They were reshaping her.

An icy, ancient will that transcended biological instinct was peeling away Lin Fan’s human cognition, layer by layer.

To replace her thought patterns, emotional responses, behavioral logic, and even her very Blue Star human bloodline entirely with that of the Dragon Clan’s progenitor.

Once complete, Lin Fan’s body would remain, her memories would remain, but the person known as “Lin Fan” would be dead.

In her place would stand a replica of Long Xi possessing all of Lin Fan’s memories—having completely shed her human bloodline to become a true Dragon.

“Get out.”

Lin Fan opened her eyes within her Sea of Consciousness.

The Heart of Envy operated at full capacity, one hundred fifty thousand points of Mental Strength transforming into countless chains that layered over and over, binding the crumbling Mental Sea.

She lasted three seconds.

The chains began to snap.

Not enough.

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The oppression of Ancestral Dragon Blood couldn’t be withstood through sheer Mental Strength.

This was suppression at the bloodline level.

The black in Lin Fan’s eyes was fading.

Icy golden vertical pupils spread bit by bit, devouring the last traces of human color.

Her hands warped beyond her control—fingers fusing together, nails elongating wildly, transforming into dragon claws covered in white scales.

The skin of her forehead bulged.

Two pure-white dragon horns pierced through her scalp, standing erect with streaks of blood.

The pain was secondary.

What mattered was that she could feel herself disappearing.

The Lin Fan who had survived the post-apocalyptic Blue Star by wearing the skins of others, crawling out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood—was being diluted drop by drop by golden dragon blood.

Almost there.

A few more seconds and she’d be gone entirely.

Just as her consciousness was about to sink into oblivion, an image flashed through her mind.

The ruins of Black Palace.

A golden-haired girl covered in golden dragon scales knelt in a pool of blood.

Her body was already in semi-dragonification—one eye human black, the other a dragon’s vertical pupil.

Her body was being devoured by the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon bloodline.

A Golden Dragon Bloodline was utterly beyond the resistance of a mere Level 5 girl.

Yet she still roared against the overwhelming dragon might filling the sky.

“I am human! I am Zhu Yan!”

Lin Fan had saved Zhu Yan back then.

Not only saved her—she had shown her extraordinary kindness, something unprecedented.

Chu Chen thought Lin Fan valued Zhu Yan’s combat prowess.

Lu Yuan thought she’d had a sudden whim of compassion.

Both were wrong.

Lin Fan saved Zhu Yan because she was afraid.

She was afraid that one day she herself would stand at the same cliff’s edge.

She had walked this path with the Skin System.

Devouring, fusing, plundering.

Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox, Tyrannosaurus Rex, Pureblood Dragon Clan—whatever was strongest, she latched onto it.

Her body grew stronger and stronger.

And less and less human.

Zhu Yan’s roar was a seed Lin Fan had planted for herself.

Planted in the deepest recesses of her will.

“I crawled out of a pile of corpses.”

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Lin Fan’s consciousness snapped back.

In those eyes about to be completely swallowed by gold, a single wisp of black suddenly blazed bright.

“Scamming, stealing, killing, burning—I’ve done every despicable thing there is.”

Her voice was soft, so soft only she could hear it.

But every word carried the ferocity of a mad dog backed into a corner.

The dragon claws trembled.

Not because of the dragon blood’s influence.

It was Lin Fan fighting to take her own hands back.

“Some dead-for-untold-years Dragon Clan fossil—”

She jerked her head up.

Her face was covered in cracks, golden blood and red blood mingling as they streamed down, utterly wretched.

But in those eyes, black star-pupils fought their way back from the midst of the golden vertical pupils.

“—dares to try and take my body?”

She craned her neck and let out a scream toward the gray sky of the far northern ice plains—a sound neither human nor dragon—

“I am human!!”

The moment those four words left her mouth, the incomplete Bloodline of the Progenitor of Life within her body seemed to have a switch flipped.

Humans.

In the evaluation system of all races, this was the weakest species.

Flesh frail, lifespans laughably short.

No Dragon Clan’s brute strength, no Sky Fox’s illusions, no Elf’s elemental affinity.

But humans had one thing that all other races combined couldn’t match.

Adaptability.

Could eat anything, use anything, turn anything into their own.

The emerald-green bloodline changed its approach.

No longer competing with the Ancestral Dragon Blood in hardness.

The green light scattered, forming a net that blanketed the sky and earth, wrapping around those rampaging golden Dragon Qi from all directions.

Not resistance.

An embrace.

Containing it, dismantling it, digesting it.

Becoming a part of oneself.

The Ancestral Dragon Blood flew into a rage.

An ancient beast trapped in a cage slammed against its confines madly, trying to tear apart this laughably soft net.

But the Bloodline of the Progenitor of Life displayed a tenacity that made one’s scalp crawl.

Couldn’t be torn apart.

The more violent you were, the tighter it clung. The more ferocious you became, the denser it wrapped.

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Like a swamp—the harder you struggled, the deeper you sank.

The devouring began to reverse.

It wasn’t Long Xi consuming Lin Fan.

It was Lin Fan eating Long Xi.

In the human way, chewing bite by bite, swallowing, digesting completely.

Peak ninth-level Ancestral Dragon Blood was being gnawed alive by an eighth-level human woman.

Lin Fan didn’t know how much time had passed.

Could have been minutes, could have been hours.

She only remembered that the war within her body came to an abrupt halt at some moment.

Gold and emerald extinguished simultaneously.

Replacing them was a dark gold that shimmered with faint starlight.

New blood flowed steadily toward her heart.

Each beat was calm and powerful.

The cracks on Lin Fan’s skin began to heal.

The protruding Dragon Scales sank back beneath her skin one by one.

The two white Dragon horns on her forehead retracted, leaving only two faint red marks.

The wind and snow had stopped at some point.

Lin Fan pushed off her knees and slowly stood up.

Her legs were a bit weak.

Her mind was a bit dazed.

Her entire body ached so badly she wanted to curse.

Her plain white dress was stained with blood and mud, white hair scattered across her shoulders—a complete mess.

Her energy fluctuations were even weaker than before. The original mid-eighth-level aura had completely receded—clean, not a trace perceivable.

But the space around her was wrong.

With every breath she took, the air within half a meter of her produced extremely subtle ripples.

Not caused by energy fluctuations.

It was the rules themselves responding to her existence.

Lin Fan looked down at her fair, slender hands.

Turned them over, examined both front and back.

Still human hands.

Five fingers, growing where they should grow, short where they should be short.

Good.

The familiar mechanical chime sounded in her mind right on time.

“Ding, fusion successful.”