I Am Your Natural Enemy

The rebellious White Fox, when he was young, did something that, in the eyes of all White Foxes, was utterly unforgivable.

He married a Red Fox woman.

And even had a child with her.

To quite a few Red Foxes, this was also absolutely unforgivable.

Even now, this is still used as a textbook example of what not to do by both the White Fox and Red Fox groups. Go back five hundred years, and he’d still be the top rebel in the eyes of the White Foxes.

Because he wasn’t just a White Fox—he also had the bloodline of the Nine-Tailed White Fox.

Back then, this whole thing made an elder of the White Fox clan so angry she had a stroke.

If Granny Fox hadn’t used her connections and rushed her to the hospital in the middle of the night, they wouldn’t have managed to save her in time. Thankfully, the treatment worked and she didn’t end up with any serious aftereffects.

Of course, at that time, Granny Fox was firmly in the opposition too. She thought nothing good would come of it, and she really didn’t want people thinking her daughter was trying to marry up into the Nine-Tailed White Fox bloodline.

The main reason wasn’t that she was old-fashioned, but that she felt the White Fox was too reckless—he wouldn’t be able to handle all the pressure and the aftermath.

But she couldn’t stop her daughter from choosing for herself, so she accepted it. But in the end, trouble still came.

Her daughter died, and then the White Fox went and did something reckless again.

Thinking of her daughter’s dying plea and then of the little fox, Granny Fox just couldn’t bring herself to be ruthless.

When no one else in the White Fox clan would step up, she did. She personally sent the White Fox to the Scorching Sun Department.

In that moment she made the decision, she prepared herself to be hated, and told herself this was the last time she’d help the White Fox.

If he could realize the truth and understand, that’d be great.

If he couldn’t, if he’d never understand, then so be it—let fate take its course.

After ten-plus years in prison, the White Fox really had changed—a whole different fox from who he used to be.

At least he’s a lot steadier now, and he knows what’s what.

The White Fox clan, which he’d never hated, ignored him when he was down and out. It was instead the Granny Fox he’d always resented who actually won him a sliver of hope.

Back then, the only way he could survive and have no one argue about it was this detention center.

If he hadn’t come here, he would’ve ended up skinned alive and had his tendons ripped out for sure.

After thinking things over for more than a decade, he figured it out. It had all been a setup—lots of people, for their own interests and calculations, had woven a trap just for him.

If he hadn’t had the blood of the Nine-Tailed White Fox, he’d be nothing.

Later he realized, someone wanted his bloodline.

It was never about him as a person—just about that ”material.”

So now he knows: no matter what anyone says, the only who truly acted in his best interest was his mother-in-law.

This time, as soon as Granny Fox brought it up, he instantly understood—someone had their eyes on him again.

Because up till now, he’s still the only Fox Demon who can be 100% confirmed to have the Nine-Tailed White Fox bloodline.

No matter that his son already had two tails, on the surface he still looked like a Red Fox.

It’s just that he really can’t figure out, after all these years, what happened to make his mother-in-law send the child to live with a human.

That’s what’s got him puzzled now. It makes him feel really unsafe; a thread of anxiety is rising inside him.

Granny Fox looked at him and said calmly,

”He’s more reliable than any other demon. Of all the demons capable of protecting the little one, there’s not a single one I truly trust.”

”Including the White Fox Tribe and Red Fox Tribe?”

”Yeah. The last two I’d ever trust are them.”

”That human—is he with the Scorching Sun Department?”

”He’s not with Scorching Sun, but I figure—there’s not a single Different Race who’d dare go looking for trouble where he is.

The other day, he caught five Great Demons in a single day, killed them all right by the West River.

Five Great Demons—all wiped from the face of the earth.

There’s an Evil Star living in his place too, hates any weird races going over and causing trouble.

There’s a Netherworld Gate there. A while back, a few hundred Evil Ghosts crawled out of it.

That Evil Star just strung up all those Evil Ghosts on the streetlights in a single breath.

That guy alone did more in a day than the whole Scorching Sun Department managed in a year.

Now everyone knows about that intersection, but nothing dares come out of there again.

Places like that—no way would any Different Race dare to waltz in looking for death.

And if some idiot really did, they would absolutely die right there.

The water runs deep over there—so deep, I still don’t know quite how deep it goes.”

The White Fox listened, looking totally lost. He’d been here over a decade, hadn’t kept up with the current version of things.

If he went by what he knew from ten years ago, these kinds of feats sounded like those mythical tales from before the Last Dharma Era.

”Since when did humans have someone that powerful?”

”Him? He’s not really that strong, but he’s definitely a genius—his strength improves crazy fast. Most importantly, he’s a good kid.”

Granny Fox looked at the confused White Fox, and sighed quietly,

”Spiritual Qi Resurgence sped up ten years ago. This year should be the official start of the second phase. So far, based on what we know, the ones benefiting the most and awakening the fastest are the Ghosts.”

The White Fox was still a bit lost, because in here, he couldn’t sense any obvious changes at all.

The Evil Suppression Detention Center is a cage sealed off from the world, suppressing everything inside. Under that suppression, all the Different Races constantly feel restrained.

”I came to ask you—do you know why they want to break you out of prison?”