Gene Domination: The Loli Who Devours Worlds

Fenrir carried the three spies, who had turned into limp piles of mud, and stacked them at Lilith’s feet like trash.

He had already retracted his massive werewolf form and was now in human shape, but his pupils, which still held a hint of amber, and the dangerous aura radiating from him still made the three on the ground tremble.

Fenrir’s amber eyes looked at the figure before him, finally truly observing the leader’s current appearance.

Petite—that was the first impression.

Long snow-white hair almost reached the ground, and fair bare feet stepped on the cold rock. The silver-white Bat Wings folded behind her back were like an oversized cloak, wrapping her entirely.

Only an exquisite little face that didn’t look real was revealed.

Ruby-like eyes were calmly looking at him; there was no childhood innocence in her gaze, only a cold indifference settled after experiencing much bloodshed.

But precisely because of this, this little loli who seemed to be acting serious was simply cute to an illegal degree!

If she walked down the streets in a time of peace looking like this, she would likely cause a crowd to gather, attract countless ill-intentioned advances, and even be secretly photographed and posted online to become a focal point.

Anyone who saw her at first glance would only feel a protective urge and amazement.

But Fenrir then recalled that massive silhouette that made one’s soul shudder, and he couldn’t help but shiver, quickly suppressing all ill-timed thoughts.

Cute? No! This was a tyrant in an angel’s skin, the true leader ruling all of Apocalypse!

Lilith didn’t care about Fenrir’s subtle facial changes.

Her ruby-like eyes swept coldly over the three on the ground, her voice devoid of emotion.

”Take them away. I assume you already have a plan for how to handle them.”

Her voice was crisp and tender, but to the three, it sounded colder than midwinter.

The three trembled, not daring to look up at all, only able to look at the small, delicate feet on the rock in front of them.

They didn’t understand Chinese, but they could feel an unquestionable decisiveness from that flat tone.

This seemingly harmless little girl before them was the true power behind Apocalypse, that Hunter with an SSS-Level Talent.

Their lives and deaths were all within the other party’s single thought.

”Fenrir.”

After a pause, Lilith estimated her current body size, hesitated for a moment, and continued.

”Have William send over a set of human clothing. For the size, prepare it for a height of about 1.3 meters.”

Fenrir nodded, picked up two with one hand and one with the other, turned, and left with crisp, efficient movements.

He was afraid that if he didn’t leave now, he wouldn’t be able to hold back his laughter.

The way the leader lowered her head in thought just now was so dorky and cute; he really wanted to rub her fluffy little head.

If he didn’t know the leader’s background, he would have already extended his devilish claws on the edge of seeking death.

After bringing the three spies to a hidden interrogation room in Apocalypse, Fenrir regained his usual coldness, his eyes calm.

William’s plan was very simple, even qualifying as an open scheme: let these three spies from [[Raven’s Eye]] escape back for their lives.

Then, they would give false reports about Apocalypse’s situation to their superiors and even all the forces paying attention to Apocalypse.

To make the news seem more real, he would secretly ensure they escaped just at the right time and leave a false impression that Apocalypse was internally vulnerable and desperate to cover it up.

Facing a piece of fat like Apocalypse, combined with the fact that the Main God Space’s trading area was about to open, every force needed a large amount of Points.

Therefore, for many forces, this was a gamble. To secure a place in the Main God Space trading area, they could only frantically devour the surrounding small forces.

And the current wealth and foundation of Apocalypse were enough to make them take that gamble.

At that time, it would be the moment for the leader to personally take the field and harvest—intimidating, crushing, and then attracting more experts to join, expanding Apocalypse’s influence and stepping onto the world stage.

As for those forces that truly possessed SSS-Rank Hunter, William said not to worry.

Because they wouldn’t act at all when they couldn’t be certain of Apocalypse’s background.

Even if they did, they would only wait until after other forces made their move, but by then, Apocalypse would have already firmly established its footing.

Just... the leader’s kawaii image, uh, somehow felt a bit unreliable.

But this unreliability wasn’t in terms of strength.

He had felt the leader’s strength; although he had only seen the leader as a Hunter with an SSS-Level Talent so far.

He was certain that the leader’s strength was definitely among the best.

It was just the leader’s image—well, if the leader didn’t manifest her combat form, it was indeed difficult for her to have a deterrent effect.

The three spies looked at the silent Fenrir and instantly understood Apocalypse’s goal.

Fishing—fishing for a group of self-righteous sharks, and then catching them all in one net!

This appetite was so large it shocked them, but thinking about the terrifying aura that had flashed from the white-haired girl just now, they felt that the one to fail unexpectedly would definitely not be Apocalypse.

Faced with Fenrir’s demands and threats, they had no choice.

Even if they escaped later, they would face pursuit from Apocalypse, even the pursuit of an SSS-Rank Hunter.

Even if they had A-Level Talents, they had no confidence in escaping Apocalypse’s pursuit. After all, in this world, as long as one spent enough Points, it was too easy to kill someone.

And a massive force like Apocalypse lacked Points the least.

Fenrir stood up, walked in front of the three, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

”Do a good job. If the plan succeeds, you will be heroes of Apocalypse. At that time, Apocalypse will establish its own intelligence department. I think you’ll live more comfortably in Apocalypse than in [[Night Raven’s Pupil]] at least.”

”If you gain the leader’s appreciation, with your talents, it will be enough to be highly valued by her.”

Hearing this, the three’s eyes immediately lit up, and hope for the future ignited in their hearts.

Seeing this, Fenrir handed the three over to his trusted subordinates. After giving detailed instructions on the key Points and timing for surveillance and release, he went to the command room where William was.

Although he didn’t understand why the leader wanted him to notify William instead of having William come over personally, she probably had her own considerations.

Well, most likely she wanted to give William a surprise.

Unable to figure it out, Fenrir could only find a random reason.

However, Lilith’s thoughts were actually very simple—extremely simple.

Fenrir had already seen her. She didn’t want to personally ask William to bring her a set of clothes; after all, she hadn’t quite adapted yet and found it hard to speak up.

So she could only have Fenrir pass the message for her, while she took this time to adapt to her new body.

”The leader is awake, in human form. She needs a set of clothes.”

Fenrir got straight to the point, while also organizing his words in his mind on how to tell William this in the simplest way possible, to avoid saying too much and letting his mouth slip.

William, who was processing documents, was stunned and put down his pen.

”Clothes?”

”Yes. The leader’s previous clothing must have been destroyed during her transformation.”

Fenrir explained. He had deep personal experience with this; every time he turned into a wolf, ordinary fabric simply couldn’t withstand his expanding muscles.

If he hadn’t specifically found a member with a weaving talent to customize pants with elastic material lining, he would probably have to meet everyone naked every time he fought.

William realized and then asked.

”What is the leader’s height and build? Preferred colors? I’ll have someone prepare some decent clothes.”

In William’s imagination, the leader’s human form would be either tall and cold or lean and steady—in short, the kind of successful person who carried their own aura.

So before this, he had specifically commissioned someone to design a set of clothes for the leader.

Fenrir’s expression became a bit subtle. He looked left and right, then gave William a look.

William understood instantly and dismissed the people around him.

Once only the two of them were left in the room, Fenrir lowered his voice and said in Chinese.

”That... the leader’s height is about 1.3 meters.”

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