"It was troublesome, but not a serious problem."
"But then again, who didn't have a Humanoid Form these days?"
As Russell spoke, his vision soon returned to that of an ordinary person—a remarkably handsome young man appeared on the livestream.
He largely resembled his previous appearance. His hair still faded from black to grayish-blue, and his face was unchanged, but his black eyes now seemed to hold faint currents of gold. The horns he had possessed as a dragon were gone.
In their place were canine ears.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but his tail seemed to have been meticulously groomed, carrying an exquisite charm that even non-Lupos found stunning.
He did not seem to have changed much, yet he somehow seemed very different.
For example—
"You don't look like a dragon at all anymore."
Nahida wore an odd expression.
"Because most of the girls willing to sleep with him are wolves and dogs rather than dragons, so he started disliking his dragon appearance."
Mobius hit the nail on the head regarding why Russell preferred his wolf-like form.
Russell's origins in Terra were actually standard Upper Three Banners, one branch of the most prestigious ethnic group in the Eastern region.
But because his ancestors had possessed a touch too much astonishing wisdom and migrated all the way from Jiangnan to Siberia, he naturally never enjoyed the extravagance a proper royal family ought to have enjoyed.
Though the demons were also his followers, those followers clearly harbored considerable selfish motives. They were always saying things like, "Please give the order and let this land burn." Only the doggies simply thought he was sexy and made an excellent partner and lover.
"Ah, I just suddenly felt that being a dragon wasn't fun anymore."
Russell laughed it off and immediately changed the subject.