The Psychopath's Harem



The little girl's grasp held a majestic ethereal baby phoenix, its vibrant plumage dazzling the eyes.

Unfazed by the usual fear that such a mythical creature would evoke, the girl dared to pull at the phoenix's tail with gleeful abandon, oblivious to the potential consequences of her actions.

This baby phoenix, unfortunate in its circumstances, had unwittingly stumbled into this land, falling under the curious captivation of the mischievous girl.

Though escape and retaliation were viable options, a constant and suffocating dark presence loomed around them, rendering it defenseless against the girl's relentless games.

In the depths of its being, the phoenix pondered the nature of this extraordinary place, questioning why its inhabitants possessed such unwavering fearlessness, unyielding even to the mightiest of demons and gods.

It marveled at the audacity of a young girl who held no qualms about challenging the realms of both mortal and divine.

Yet, amidst this enigmatic realm, the girl's mother, an enigmatic figure herself, displayed an astonishing nonchalance, allowing her daughter to venture fearlessly amongst these dangerous creatures and subject them to her constant whims.

Amidst the chaos and torment, there existed one figure—a lady with flowing blue hair—who extended kindness to the little phoenix, offering a glimmer of respite within this labyrinth of perplexing individuals.

The baby phoenix trembled at the memory, realizing the folly (foolishness) of assuming normalcy within these extraordinary circumstances, particularly when even the calmest of souls could effortlessly sever mountains with a mere thought.

With a heavy sigh, the phoenix contemplated the duration of its confinement, yearning for the day it could return to the familiarity of its own realm.

"Hm?" 

Suddenly, a stir emanated from the glowing bushes, capturing its attention. Its luminescent eyes widened in curiosity, mirroring the little girl's own innocent fascination.

Whoosh!

"Whoa!" the child exclaimed, her voice a symphony of astonishment, as a mesmerizing fox, adorned with pink and white fur, leaped forth, emanating a potent yet captivating aura.

The girl's eyes sparkled with star-like brilliance, her small, cherry-like lips parting in delight. In a burst of anticipation, she lunged forward, eager to capture the enchanting creature.

Alas, the fox proved nimble, darting deeper into the boundless jungle that enshrouded Mystic Peak.

Mystic Peak, a realm of towering trees that reached toward the heavens, harbored rare and extinct herbs and an array of mythical beasts that could be found nowhere else in existence.

Its allure, however, was tempered by its reputation for treachery, deterring all but the bravest souls from venturing within.

Yet, oblivious to the dangers that awaited, the girl glanced back at the bathing woman, her expression a tapestry of longing, curiosity, and an instinctive yearning for exploration.

Ensuring no prying eyes witnessed her departure, she dropped to all fours, her small hands grazing the earth, and propelled herself forward with unyielding determination.

Though she had recently mastered the art of standing upright on two legs, her strides were short and unsteady, a testament to her tender age.

Screech!

The little phoenix screeched and squawked in a desperate attempt to halt the girl's audacious escapade, yet her frustration reached a boiling point.

Driven to annoyance by the phoenix's persistent warnings, the little girl vented her exasperation through a single punch, sending the baby phoenix tumbling backward.

Unscathed, the baby phoenix emitted a resigned sigh, acknowledging its unexpected role as the girl's reluctant guardian.

Reluctant though it may be, the phoenix refused to abandon the girl to the perils of the forest.

It had accepted the mantle of protector, understanding the necessity of safeguarding the inquisitive child within this perilous realm.

And so, it followed in her wake, its resplendent, ethereal white feathers expanding in a breathtaking display of both beauty and strength, its presence an unwelcome but essential shield against the dangers that lurked.

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Xia Shuiyao emerged from her refreshing bath, water droplets glistening on her supple skin as she delicately rinsed her hair.

As she scanned the surroundings, her deep, captivating gaze failed to find any trace of human presence.

A tinge of worry furrowed her exquisite brows, and a soft, concerned voice escaped her lips.

"Yanyan?"

Her transformation from a cold and distant woman to one exhibiting glimpses of warmth and tenderness could be attributed to the profound changes brought about by motherhood or the influence of being in Irene's presence.

The exact cause remained elusive, but while her demeanor had thawed to some extent, it was still a facade maintained primarily in the presence of familiar faces.

"Yanyan!" Xia Shuiyao called out again, her voice growing louder, half expecting her daughter to reveal herself, assuming it to be a playful game.

She shook her head wearily, the exhaustion evident in her expression.

However, as the realization dawned upon her that Rouyan, her daughter was nowhere to be found, a complex mix of emotions flooded her.

Both her daughter and the baby phoenix had vanished without a trace, leaving Xia Shuiyao's eyes wide open with growing concern.

The gravity of the situation cast a shadow over her features, her mind reeling with a mixture of fear and urgency. If someone could successfully kidnap her daughter under the watchful gaze of Nyx, the sense of an unprecedented crisis sent shivers down her spine, momentarily paralyzing her thoughts.

'What has happened? How could they be taken without a trace? Has something gone terribly wrong? I must find them. I cannot let fear consume me. I must act swiftly and decisively.'

Amidst the chaos, Irene materialized as if she were a celestial apparition, her voice resonating with a soothing melody as she inquired with genuine concern, "Why were you screaming? Your face has paled, resembling the moon's reflection on a serene lake."

Her gentle touch graced Xia Shuiyao's trembling back, and a wave of ethereal energy emanated from Irene's fingertips, enveloping Xia Shuiyao in a comforting embrace that seemed to originate from the very essence of her being.

The radiant aura surrounding Irene only enhanced her otherworldly beauty, a sight that seemed plucked straight from the annals of ancient legends.

Irene's flowing hair cascaded like shimmering strands of sapphire, swaying with a grace reminiscent of ethereal spirits. Her eyes, akin to crystalline pools of the sea, held an alluring depth that spoke of timeless wisdom and profound mysteries. The sheer luminosity that enveloped her seemed to transcend the earthly realm, leaving those in her presence spellbound, their gazes drawn to her like celestial bodies orbiting a distant star.

Xia Shuiyao's fluttering eyelashes ceased their tremors as she turned her face towards Irene, the panic in her eyes gradually subsiding, though a hint of uncertainty still lingered.

"Y-Yanyan, she's not here. I can't find her. She was playing just a moment ago, but now I can't sense her aura... I fear someone has abducted her while I wasn't vigilant enough," Xia Shuiyao confessed, her voice tinged with a tinge of guilt for her momentary lapse in attention.

Her daughter, Xia Rouyan, may have been mischievous, but she had never ventured into the forest alone. The only logical conclusion was that someone had forcefully taken her away

Irene raised an elegant eyebrow, her expression reflecting a mixture of shock and concern.

She closed her eyes, delving deep into the recesses of the Mystic Peak realm, searching for any trace of the missing child.

After a contemplative pause, her eyes fluttered open, and she let out a sigh tinged with a touch of melancholy. "Yanyan has indeed been abducted," she revealed, a wry smile gracing her lips.

The weight of Irene's words bore down on Xia Shuiyao, causing her expression to crumble with despair.

Yet, a flicker of hope emerged as she recalled the presence of the old fox who safeguarded their lives.

As determination welled up within her, she took a series of deep breaths, her fists clenching as her countenance turned cold, radiating an intense aura.

"Where is she now?" Xia Shuiyao inquired, her voice laced with a renewed resolve.

Irene shook her head, her expression grave. "Only someone crafty enough could have lured that evil spirit into his trap," she responded candidly.

The term "evil spirit" was fitting for the spirited one-year-old Ruoyan, in Irene's eyes.

Xia Shuiyao, previously driven by determination, now found herself engulfed in confusion. "What do you mean, Sister Irene?" she asked, seeking clarification amidst the convoluted web of relationships that had entangled their lives.

An ironic parody unfolded, as if Xia Rouyan were truly Xia Tian's daughter, Xia Shuiyao, by association, would become not just his sister but also his partner.

If this wasn't absurd enough, the confusion deepened when Xia Shuiyao referred to Irene, who was indeed Xia Tian's daughter, as "Sister."

The intricacies of their relationships were as tangled as ever, further muddling the already complex familial dynamics.

Unfazed by the tangled web of relationships or the ensuing confusion, Irene, having witnessed the destruction of entire cosmos with her own eyes, dismissed the complications as trivial.

In the face of such overwhelming devastation, the intricacies of human relationships seemed inconsequential, pale shadows in comparison to the grand tapestry of existence.

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