A Useless Person's Rise to Power: The Demon King's Addiction to Pampering

"Who are you."

Feng Jiutian questioned in a cold voice.

"Who I am is not important, what's important is..." Little 'Feng Jiutian' drawled, lowered her voice, and said with a hint of evil, "Don't you hate them?"

Feng Jiutian coldly stared at the little 'Feng Jiutian,' who was limping along and said with a mocking tone, "Look at this world, look at this society, how unfair it is, look at people's hearts..."

The scene shifts to Feng Jiutian being shot and exploding!

Feng Jiutian's pupils suddenly contracted. This scene was as vivid as if it had just happened yesterday, and it was shocking to behold.

"Look..."

A voice whispered in her ear, as if bewitching her: "Human nature is inherently evil. Although you are now considered a strong person in the human world, there is no guarantee that a second Feng Lingfu will not appear. Do you want to be humiliated again?"

"Shut up!"

Feng Jiutian raised her hand and struck the little 'Feng Jiutian' beside her, but the hand passed through her body the instant it touched her, leaving her unable to touch or feel it.

"Hehehe, this is my world. You can't touch a thing of mine without my permission!"

Little Feng Jiutian smiled smugly, looking at Feng Jiutian as if she was enjoying the feeling of being hit but not being able to hit him.

A murderous glint flashed in Feng Jiutian's eyes as she coldly asked, "How did you manage to access my memories?"

Little 'Feng Jiutian' shook her head in disagreement.

"It's not exactly spying..." She looked at Feng Jiutian and gave him a bright smile: "You should say that I am you."

"impossible!"

Feng Jiutian said coldly, "There is only one me in this world, and there can never be a second one. Who exactly are you?"

"Ha ha……"

The little 'Feng Jiutian' figure slowly transformed into a cloud of black mist, and gradually a woman with black hair, snow-white skin, and an exquisite and beautiful appearance appeared before Feng Jiutian. She was wearing the same clothes as Feng Jiutian and even looked exactly like him!

"Look, I am you."

This 'Feng Jiutian' wore a smile that Feng Jiutian never showed before, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Feng Jiutian with a provocative air.

Feng Jiutian let out a disdainful snort and calmly uttered three words: "Imitation."

Even if someone looks similar to her, they can never become the second her!

"That might not necessarily be a fake..."

Feng Jiutian's smile turned eerie, as if something had invaded her defenses and entered her mind, causing her to gradually become drowsy.

Feng Jiutian sensed something was wrong and raised her hand to attack 'Feng Jiutian', but the other party only made a small movement, and she lost her grip, the dagger fell to the ground, and her eyes could no longer hold on, so she closed them completely and collapsed.

……

"Nine Heavens! Nine Heavens!"

A familiar voice called out to Feng Jiutian, and a hand patted her face, slowly waking her up.

"What's wrong, Jiutian?"

The first thing she saw was Feng Zhi's worried face. Seeing that Feng Jiutian had woken up, she breathed a sigh of relief and said, "After you came back from your last mission, you started spacing out by yourself all the time. What's wrong with you?"

"hiss--"

Feng Jiutian moved, but felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

"Don't move!"

Feng Zhi slapped Feng Jiutian on the forehead, pressed him back onto the bed, and said in a motherly tone, "You were just ambushed and injured and you didn't even know it! And you still dare to move around!"

Fengzhi asked again, "You just woke up, are you thirsty?"

Feng Jiutian slowly shook his head and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm still a little tired. Let me rest by myself for a while."

"All right……"

Feng Zhi grumbled reluctantly, "Lately, you always like to talk about weird things while chatting, and you always drift off to sleep while daydreaming. I'm starting to worry about you. Alright, stop talking about me, I'll go out by myself."

With that, Feng Zhi huffed and got off the edge of the bed, opened the door and walked out, then closed the door behind her.

Feng Jiutian lay quietly on the bed, looking at the familiar ceiling. She... always felt... as if something was missing from her mind?

She doesn't seem to be here, and Fengzhi doesn't seem to be from this place either...

wrong.

Why use the word 'this place'?

Is she not from 'this place' either?

Feng Jiutian immediately dismissed this guess. She lived here, born and raised here, and had been a mercenary assassin since childhood.

only……

Feng Jiutian stared blankly at her own hand. Why did she always feel that everything had a strange feeling about it... Was it just her imagination?

Moreover, Feng Jiutian felt as if something was missing from her mind, a feeling akin to someone scooping a large piece out of a cake.

Feng Jiutian sat up in bed, rubbed her temples, and sat quietly on the bed, staring blankly at her hands.

Those hands once seemed capable of unleashing something.

She couldn't remember.

"Knock knock." A knocking sound.

The door was suddenly opened, and a tall, slender man in a white suit walked in, approaching Feng Jiutian.

"Are you in a daze again?"

His deep, pleasant voice rang in Feng Jiutian's ears, sounding very familiar. She subconsciously looked up.

The messenger, Feng Jiutian, called out, "Seventh Prince?" But before he could respond, he changed his address, "Sorry, Boss."

As if triggered by something, Feng Jiutian automatically recalled the information about the person in front of him. He was the founder of their mercenary group's assassin organization, known as Young Master Mo. He was most often seen wearing a white suit, moving around in various fields, inspiring fear in people.

But for some reason, Feng Jiutian felt that he wasn't like that...

Feng Jiutian couldn't quite put her finger on where this intuition came from. After a suspicious pause, she asked, "Are there any more missions to go on?"

"Nothing."

Mo Shao reached out to touch Feng Jiutian's forehead, but Feng Jiutian instinctively backed away, and his hand stopped in mid-air.

The atmosphere around them suddenly turned cold.

"come over."

He gave the order in a cold voice.

Feng Jiutian frowned and his expression turned cold: "Young Master Mo, I am not one of those playthings in the organization."

Mercenary assassin organizations also have men, and every man has certain needs, so there is a group of women who specifically cater to those men's needs. Feng Jiutian felt inexplicably uncomfortable with Mo Shao's attitude.

"I know."

Mo Shao's voice softened as he said, "I won't do anything to you, come here."

A subtle feeling stirred within Feng Jiutian, but it also felt strange. Suppressing her discomfort, she still moved closer as instructed.