Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 519 – The Noble Young Lady

The emerald mist of Spirit Energy still drifted above the lawn.

Lin Fan stood barefoot in the freshly sprouted clover, holding the neatly folded Skin in her hand.

Yui’s face was lifelike.

Eyes closed, peaceful and quiet, as if she were merely asleep.

Lin Fan rubbed her thumb across the texture of the bangs that fell to the eyebrows along the edge of the Skin. The touch was soft and delicate—even finer than real human skin.

“Little Yui, big sister promised she’d take you to the finish line.”

Her tone was gentle, as if speaking to an old friend.

She slipped off the white robe, folded it, and stored it in the System Space.

Then, without hesitation, she unfolded the Skin with practiced ease and began putting it on.

Wearing a Skin was something she’d done far too many times—she was as skilled at it as changing into a pair of stockings. Legs first, then the waist and abdomen, then the chest and arms, and finally the face.

The entire process took less than ten seconds.

“Hiss…”

A low breath escaped her throat.

The moment the Skin adhered to her body, she began to contract violently.

Her tall, slender frame of 172 centimeters compressed rapidly. Dense crackling sounds came from her bones as they reshaped within her body. Muscle lines reorganized, and her facial features flowed and morphed like melting wax.

Her height shrank from 172 centimeters to 162.

Her shoulders narrowed.

Her waist thinned by a full size.

The proud curves on her chest… visibly deflated.

Lin Fan glanced down.

“…”

Her brow twitched.

From a D to… a B?

That gap hurt more than dropping from mid-Ninth Stage to peak Fifth Stage.

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The System panel popped up at just the right moment.

[Current Skin: Yui]

[Skin Level: Peak Fifth Stage]

[Talent Ability: Reality Rewrite]

[After stacking 50% of Host’s attributes—]

[Physical Constitution: 126,615]

[Mental Strength: 127,615]

[Comprehensive Energy Level: Early Eighth Stage]

Early Eighth Stage.

The Rift Threshold was exactly at Mid Eighth Stage.

A perfect pass.

Lin Fan flexed her wrists and ankles, feeling out this body that was a size smaller.

Her strength had been drastically reduced. From that terrifying power that could crush an Eighth Stage Dragon Clan member with a flick of her hand… to something that could probably only crush a Seventh Stage Dragon Clan member with a flick.

“Good enough.”

She casually conjured a water mirror and examined herself.

The water’s surface reflected a delicate face.

Black princess-cut hair fell to her waist, with bangs brushing her eyebrows and revealing a pair of large, dark eyes. Her features were small and refined, the tip of her nose slightly upturned, and her lips were that shade of youthful pink that needed no lipstick.

By any measure, she looked like an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old Sakura Island girl.

Innocent, obedient, with a face that radiated complete harmlessness.

Nothing whatsoever in common with the white-haired female demon who had just crushed two Eighth Stage Pureblood Giant Dragons under her bare feet.

“Not bad.” Lin Fan nodded in satisfaction.

“First, let’s solve the clothing problem.”

Lin Fan stood up and glanced down at her naked body.

Yui’s skin was very fair—that kind of indoor pallor from never seeing much sun. Her figure was slender but not gaunt, with all the right lines in place, just scaled down a few sizes.

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To be honest, back before the Post-apocalypse on Blue Star, a figure like this would still turn plenty of heads on the street.

But Lin Fan had grown accustomed to that near-perfect goddess body of a Ninth Stage Legendary Lifeform. Now, suddenly reduced to a girl-next-door, it felt like trading in a Ferrari she’d driven for six months for a BYD.

It would get her where she needed to go, but there was definitely going to be some emotional turbulence.

“Make clothes.”

Lin Fan closed her eyes.

Yui’s innate ability—Reality Rewrite.

Her Mental Strength spread outward as a strange, rippling wave.

It wasn’t Spirit Energy manipulation, nor elemental convergence.

It was something more primal, more crude.

A direct command to reality itself—whatever I want, you give me.

A clear image formed in Lin Fan’s mind.

Top: a white sailor-style shirt, a red-and-black bow tied at the collar, tapered cuffs, with fabric that had real texture.

Bottom: a red-and-black plaid pleated skirt, hem falling four finger-widths above the knee—long enough that it would flutter slightly when she turned, but never risk exposing anything.

Legs: black thigh-high socks, snug but not tight, with a fine dark pattern woven into the top band.

Shoes: brown chunky-heel leather shoes with a round buckle on the toe, three-centimeter heels that would make a pleasant “click-clack” when she walked.

As for the innermost layer…

A faint smirk tugged at Lin Fan’s lips.

White lace. Strawberry pattern.

A matching bra and panties set.

After wearing black lace and sexy styles for so long, a change of pace wasn’t bad. Though with Yui’s B+ cup size, it hardly made a difference either way.

“Come out.”

The air shimmered.

Several brand-new garments materialized out of nowhere, hovering neatly before her.

Every piece was crafted with flawless precision.

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The shirt’s collar stitching was perfectly straight, the skirt’s pleats were evenly symmetrical, and the leather shoes gleamed with a soft matte finish.

Even on the strawberry-patterned lace panties, the leaf veins on every single strawberry were distinct.

“Not bad craftsmanship.”

Lin Fan picked up the strawberry panties, examined them for two seconds, then began to dress.

As she pulled the lace panties on, her expression shifted subtly.

The fabric’s elasticity was well done, but the fit felt somehow off compared to her original body… oh, right. Her original body never wore these.

Whatever. Not worth dwelling on.

She fastened the bra, slipped on the shirt, and buttoned the hidden clasp at the skirt’s waistband.

The black thigh-highs slid up from her toes, the bands settling a hand’s width below the skirt hem—neither too loose nor too tight.

Finally, the brown chunky-heel shoes.

Left foot. Right foot.

The heels pressed into the grass with soft, muffled thuds.

Lin Fan walked to the water mirror and admired herself once more.

The girl reflected on the surface made even her pause for a second.

Blunt bangs, long straight black hair in the classic hime cut.

White shirt, red-and-black school skirt.

Black thigh-highs paired with brown leather shoes.

The picture-perfect aristocratic young lady straight out of Sakurajima Private Academy.

The kind whose family had been in business for three generations, whose daily allowance was more than most people made in months, who had a chauffeur waiting outside, and who had studied piano and flower arrangement since childhood.

“Pfft.”

Lin Fan laughed out loud.

Ten minutes ago, she was a barefoot, white-robed world-destroying demon lord who had just stomped an eighth-rank dragon into paste.

Now she stood on a lawn watered with the corpses of two dragons, wearing a JK uniform, with a mutated rabbit nibbling grass at her feet.

The aesthetic was honestly a bit surreal.

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Lin Fan pulled a mint cigarette from System Space and put it between her lips, snapping her fingers to ignite a small flame.

A girl in a school uniform, standing on a lawn, smoking a cigarette.

If she dyed her hair Yellow Hair, she’d be the spitting image of a delinquent punk girl.

“Let’s go.”

She exhaled a plume of smoke and looked eastward.

Five hundred kilometers away, the thousand-meter-tall Spatial Rift over the demon capital was pulsing slowly.

At her current Energy Level, passing through the Rift would be more than manageable.

But just as she was about to take off—

The ground beneath her feet suddenly trembled.

Not an earthquake.

It was an energy pulse emanating from the Spatial Rift.

Lin Fan’s Omniscient Domain instinctively expanded outward.

Five hundred kilometers away, the Rift was expanding at an alarming rate.

The Energy Threshold had surged from mid-Level 8… straight to peak Level 8.

And it was still climbing.

“At this rate of expansion…”

Lin Fan narrowed her eyes, cigarette dangling from her lips.

According to Chu Chen’s earlier calculations, the Rift would have naturally taken at least three more days to reach peak Level 8.

“It’s coming sooner than expected.”

She took her first step eastward in her coffee-brown leather shoes.

The heel left a shallow imprint on the grass.

From thin air, she produced a Space Stone anchored to Azurewood City and tossed it lightly in her hand.

“Looks like the battle in Azurewood City is getting intense.”