Little Illusion had the potential to become a prophet, because Ming Yuerong really was having diarrhea.
Because the operation had not been performed by a professional Doctor, her current cat body had been left with lasting complications.
Once it started, it lasted all day.
She wanted to escape the nightmare, but she simply could not.
She had tried every possible method, yet none worked.
From the cleanest and most noble, she had fallen all at once into the most practical and filthy state.
It could not exactly be called hell.
Yet it was so grounded, so real, and its assault on the mind was the strongest.
Someone had once said that the scariest horror movie was not one full of blood and bizarre happenings, but a burglar breaking into your home while you slept.
While you were completely unaware and defenseless, the burglar walked beside you under the cover of night, and whether you lived or died depended entirely on a single thought of theirs.
And such things could really happen.
At this moment, Ming Yuerong felt as though she truly was about to become a cat, an animal that only knew how to eat, drink, relieve itself, and sleep.
That Black Long Straight occasionally appeared and tossed her some cat food.
She did not want to eat it, but she was beginning to lose control over her body's instincts.
Every day, she walked through this city, sending out signals of save me to countless people, yet everyone ignored her.
Only Black Long Straight could see what she looked like...
Yet every time the other woman looked at her, her eyes were filled with disdain and contempt.
As though she were looking at a piece of trash.
What had this woman gone through to develop such a twisted mindset?
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