Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 492 – Two Fools Need You to Save Their Lives

(Triggered 50+1, today’s third update)

Lin Fan steadied herself on the scorched earth.

Her legs no longer trembled.

Her mind was no longer foggy.

But the sore, swollen sensation of having been taken apart and reassembled still lingered throughout her entire body.

She looked down at herself.

Her white dress was stained with blood and gravel, and her bare feet stood on the warm ground.

Her ten toes were as clean as if she’d just had a pedicure.

Her nails were a translucent pale pink, the surfaces so smooth they could double as mirrors.

“Something’s wrong.”

Lin Fan stared at her feet, feeling that something had changed.

She condensed a mirror of mental energy and suspended it before her.

The woman in the mirror made even herself pause for a moment.

Still white hair.

Still black pupils.

But that face was no longer entirely “Lei Li’s” face.

Every detail of her features had been polished to the absolute limit.

Not more alluring, not more cold—it was an indescribable sense of “finality.”

As if someone had taken every face ever called “perfect” in humanity’s millennia of aesthetic history, dismantled them all, extracted the essence, and recombined them into a face that could never be surpassed.

There was not a single feature that could be altered.

Because changing anything would make it worse.

“So this is the self-optimization of a Level 9 lifeform?”

Lin Fan turned her head to examine her profile.

The curve of her cheekbones and the line of her jaw flowed more smoothly than before, with no dead angles from any perspective.

Her skin was no longer merely fair—it carried a faint, almost invisible luster, as if someone had lit her from within.

The greatest change was in her bearing.

No matter how beautiful the old Lei Li had been, she still carried a hint of the “mortal world.”

Now there was something new on this face—distance.

Not a feigned aloofness, but an inherent sense of separation that came from her very existence.

Standing in a crowd, everyone would instinctively feel that this woman didn’t belong here, didn’t belong anywhere.

“Ethereal and otherworldly.”

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Lin Fan gave herself that verdict.

The corners of her mouth curled up slightly. She brightened the mental mirror and studied herself seriously for three seconds.

“Alright, this face is worth it.”

Her aesthetic self-indulgence ended there.

Lin Fan summoned the system panel.

A cold blue light screen unfolded across the scorched wasteland.

[Host: Lei Li]

[Level: Legendary Grade (Level 9, Mid-Stage)]

[Bloodline: Fragmented Progenitor of Life]

[Physical Constitution: 253,230]

[Mental Strength: 255,231]

[Talents: Lord of All Spirits, Spirit-Flesh Unity, God-level Charm, Bloodline Affinity, Spirit Qi Purification, Faith Feedback, Tyranny, Heart of Envy, Hymn of Life, Charm Magic Eye, Siren’s Voice, Universal Affinity, Myriad-Change Witch, Time Control (Intermediate), Dragon God Physique (Sealed).]

She stared at those two strings of numbers on the attribute panel, and her breath caught for a moment.

Two hundred fifty thousand.

Back at the peak of Level 8, her physical constitution had been 72,000 and mental strength 75,000.

After fusing with Long Xi, both attributes had multiplied several times over.

But what truly concerned her wasn’t the numbers.

It was the bloodline entry.

Fragmented Progenitor of Life.

“Still fragmented.”

She had originally thought that fusing with Long Xi would complete the Bloodline of the Progenitor of Life, but the current situation left Lin Fan feeling lost.

How was she supposed to complete it?

Moreover, having devoured a peak Level 9 Ancestral Dragon, she was now only at Level 9 Mid-Stage.

She had already figured out the reason for this.

During the fusion process, she had used the “adaptability” of her human bloodline to forcibly devour the Ancestral Dragon Blood.

But “devouring” was not the same as “becoming.”

She had shattered Long Xi’s power, digested it, and transformed it into her own nourishment.

The Dragon Clan’s bloodline had been completely deconstructed and recompiled within the framework of the human Ancestor of Life’s bloodline. What remained were the power and talents; what was discarded was the Dragon Clan lineage itself.

That was the price.

She had preserved her human bloodline, but precisely because of that, she had failed to cross the threshold of the Ninth-Level Peak.

Ninth-Level Mid.

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One step away from Ninth-Level Late.

If she activated the Heart of Envy, her Mental Strength would double to five hundred thousand—

“I should be able to clash with a Ninth-Level Peak now.”

Lin Fan calculated inwardly, then opened her talent list again.

Long Xi’s two core talents were prominently displayed.

[Space-Time Sovereign (Intermediate): Can briefly pause the flow of time. Duration depends on Mental Strength consumption.]

[Dragon God Physique: Can Dragonize into a pure Eastern divine dragon.]

The second one was grayed out.

Unavailable.

Lin Fan tried to mobilize the Dragon Clan bloodline within her body, attempting to trigger Dragonization.

Nothing responded.

It was like a computer that had a graphics card installed, but the driver was incompatible—the system simply didn’t recognize it.

It wasn’t that Long Xi’s talent was flawed. It was that the foundational architecture of her own bloodline had changed.

During the fusion, the Bloodline of the Progenitor of Life, in order to suppress the Ancestral Dragon Blood, had permanently sealed off the genetic pathway for “dragon transformation.”

If she were to Dragonize, the Dragon Clan bloodline would once again take dominance, and her human consciousness would face the risk of being overwritten.

Her body had made the choice for her.

The human bloodline was the final bottom line.

“In other words, I’ve kept all the power and talents of the Dragon Clan, but I can never become a dragon again.”

Lin Fan murmured to herself, her tone carrying no particular regret.

The price had already been set the moment she shouted those four words—”I am human.”

Not a bad deal.

She still had one talent that wasn’t grayed out.

Space-Time Sovereign.

The corners of Lin Fan’s mouth curled up uncontrollably.

From the very first day she saw that talent’s description at the bottom of the Spirit Lake, she had been waiting for this moment.

On the extreme northern ice plains, the wind and snow howled.

The sky was a dull gray, with fragmented snowflakes swirling in the air currents.

In the distance, on the scorched earth that had been ravaged by both Dragon Breath and nuclear bombs, magma still flowed sluggishly, steam rising from the heat.

Lin Fan took a deep breath.

She steadied herself barefoot on the scorched ground.

She raised her right hand, index and middle fingers pressed together, held upright before her.

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Her left hand rested on her hip.

A very chuunibyou pose.

If Lu Yuan were here, he’d definitely be laughing like a pig.

But Lin Fan’s expression was utterly serious.

“Za Warudo!”

The moment she spoke those words, a massive chunk of her two hundred fifty thousand points of Mental Strength was instantly drained, surging toward a brand-new “switch” she had never touched before.

Snap.

A circular rule-domain one kilometer in diameter spread out instantly, centered on her.

The snowflakes stopped.

Not gradually—each and every one froze mid-air.

The wind stopped.

The river of magma in the distance solidified, molten rock caught mid-flow, suspended in a cascading posture.

The clouds torn apart by the air currents hung motionless in the sky.

The entire world had become a photograph.

Lin Fan was stunned.

She reached out and touched a suspended snowflake before her.

The moment her fingertip made contact, the snowflake shattered.

But the fragments didn’t scatter—they remained frozen in their burst form.

She shifted her foot.

Debris on the scorched earth was kicked up, rising to knee height before also coming to a standstill.

Only she could move.

Only her.

“…Holy shit, that’s awesome!”

Lin Fan exclaimed.

Rule-level power.

This was no mental suppression, no crushing of energy.

This was an interference with the world itself.

Time stopped. All attacks failed. All defenses were meaningless.

As long as one could walk up to the enemy within those few seconds—

“Kill whoever you want.”

Lin Fan licked her lips.

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But the excitement lasted only two seconds.

The rate at which her Mental Strength was draining brought her back to her senses.

In less than three seconds, nearly half of her Mental Strength had been depleted.

At this rate, without activating the Heart of Envy, she could hold out for just over five seconds at most.

With the Heart of Envy active, she could barely stretch it to around ten seconds—but the Heart of Envy’s own physical drain stacked on top of that.

“Good enough.”

Lin Fan released her fingers.

Snap.

The blizzard resumed its howl.

The magma resumed its flow.

The world hit play.

Everything returned to normal.

No living creature knew that, just moments ago, this world had been paused for three seconds by a barefoot woman in a white dress.

Lin Fan withdrew her Mental Strength, pulled a mint cigarette out of the System Space, and lit it.

She took a deep drag, then slowly exhaled.

The pale blue-white smoke was whisked away by the icy wind of the frozen plains.

Standing at the very center of the devastated battlefield, she glanced down at her bare feet.

The soles pressed against the still-warm scorched earth—clean to an absurd degree.

“Time to get back to work.”

Lin Fan looked up toward the northwest.

There, a Spatial Rift continued to expand without pause.

In five days, Long Ye would come through from that direction.

Maybe Long Zhan would come too.

Maybe even the Dragon Emperor himself.

But none of that mattered anymore.

She now had the confidence to face all of them head-on.

Lin Fan stubbed out her cigarette, pulled a communicator from the System Space, and switched it on.

A voice came through the moment it powered up.

It was Chu Chen.

“Done over there? There are two idiots who need you to rush over and save their sorry asses.”