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An accident caused Lin Moxi to reincarnate as a monster, and not just any monster, but the kind that could control tent**les, no less. However, despite being a monster, all of her abilities could only be used for healing; even her tent**les could be used to “milk” people. Not that Lin Moxi, who’s always preferred to slack off, particularly minds. As long as she hides her tent**les well and avoids being discovered by humans, she can quietly live out her days in her little clinic, under her cozy blanket, waiting for the heat death of the universe. That is, until she saw that familiar face again, the strongest human Sword Saint, the one she once saved using… indescribable healing methods. “Miss Priest, come sleep in my bed tonight.” “No way. Anyone could tell what kind of evil scheme you’re brewing in your head.” “But little Moxi… you wouldn’t want your tent**les to be discovered by anyone else, would you?” “You—! Fine, fine, I’ll go, okay!?” ——— “If I abandon my memories of the past, can I really forget the pain carved into my body?” Waves of pitch-black seawater crash against the coastal rocks. A blood-red moon hangs in the darkened sky. And atop those rocks, a white-haired girl kneels with a hand on her forehead, her expression shifting between eerie calm and madness. “They’re the ones who hurt you. Kill them.” “No, I can’t harm lives like this. There must be more to the story…” “Kill them.” “Kill…” …To abandon the past in order to forget the pain — but the price is the loss of that final shred of humanity. “Hehehe… Ahahaha~ Fragile little lives, show me all your power, come and entertain me~” (Yuri, slight madness)