Mature Fantasy Power Invasion

Chapter 2

"What the hell, seriously? Zhou Bin got his face drawn on without anyone noticing?"

"Totally! You heard him scream too, right? It was hilarious—probably the whole building heard it. No clue who the mystical prankster was, or how they did it."

"I heard someone used one of those delayed-ink pens on him while he was napping at noon. What a thrill! I think Yan Da Hui-zhang was in that classroom, wasn't he?"

The hallway, just after the exam, buzzed with excitement. Math was the final subject in the spring semester's opening tests—like a tightly coiled spring ready to snap. And with Zhou Bin’s painted face as the cherry on top, joy swept through the entire teaching building.

But Yan Huan, the only eyewitness to the prank, quietly slipped away right after the exam, bag in hand. Near dismissal time, he casually found an empty classroom on an upper floor, one rarely visited, and slipped inside.

*Ka-da.*

He turned and closed the door behind him, cutting off the noise from below. Yan Huan tossed his bag onto a chair and sat down.

Taking a deep breath, he surveyed the empty classroom and hesitantly spoke,

"Just now... the voice in my head... are you still there? Whether you're a system or some kind of cheat code, you should at least explain what's going on, right?"

*Meow~*

As if in response, a clear cat’s meow echoed through the empty room.

Yan Huan turned his head and saw a long-haired black cat standing in the aisle beside the desk, its jade-green eyes fixed on him, tail curled neatly.

'A stray cat that snuck in?'

Just as the thought crossed his mind, the cat trotted forward, leapt onto the front desk chair, then jumped again, landing directly in front of him.

The cat spun its plump little body, licked its paw, and then sat upright, facing Yan Huan.

At the same time, the voice that had filled his mind earlier returned,

"Hello, Yan Huan."

'Great, a telepathic black cat. Well, that’s just one more layer of fantasy.'

But after the strange incident with Bai Yi, Yan Huan’s tolerance for weirdness was disturbingly high. He simply leaned closer to the cat’s round face and stared into its eyes.

"What are you? And what was that earlier?"

"I am the god of this world. As for earlier... please allow me to explain the current situation."

The black cat looked up at him adorably as the voice in his mind continued,

"In short, this world is under invasion, and I need your help."

Yan Huan froze at the seriousness in the cat’s tone.

"What, like the Trisolarans are invading?"

(*) Note: Trisolarans are alien invaders from the Chinese sci-fi novel "The Three-Body Problem."

"No. It’s a fantasy force from another world invading yours."

The black cat shook its head, and a phantom glow suddenly lit up in front of Yan Huan’s eyes.

First appeared an illusion of a claw-waving, crab-shaped figure—likely a divine being from another world.

Then the crab vanished, replaced by a flow of information about the invading world.

[Invasion Source World ID: 114514, Definition: Female-Oriented Fantasy World, Name: Cruel Meat X Discipline]

(*) Note: The name is likely a spoof of over-the-top fantasy tropes.

"Stop, stop, hold it!"

Before the next dangerous word could appear, Yan Huan waved his hand, dispersing the glowing text like smoke, his face dark.

He took a deep breath, suddenly recalling the strange noise Bai Yi had made earlier.

It was as if he had remembered something—about Bai Yi’s superpower that made others ignore her actions.

[No Concern]

'No wonder it sounded so familiar!'

At that moment, filthy memories buried deep in his mind surged forward, ambushing the gentlemanly side of Yan Huan.

'Damn. So it turns out it’s the Greek god of lust invading!'

The black cat let out another cute *meow* and said in his mind,

"The invading force has corrupted this originally normal world, leading to the birth of five extremely dangerous [modifiers]. What you saw on Bai Yi earlier was one of them. These modifiers attach to fate-blessed females, feed on their desires to grow stronger, and eventually throw worldlines into chaos—destroying your current life as you know it."

Yan Huan blinked, tempted to say, "And what does that have to do with me?"

But then he remembered how Bai Yi—someone he barely knew—had tried to doodle on his face while muttering something bizarre like, "The future is long." He swallowed his words.

Besides, if he had a modifier like [No Concern], he wouldn't stop at just doodling on Zhou Bin’s face.

Putting himself in her shoes, he doubted she’d stop at harmless fun either.

Judging by Bai Yi’s behavior, she had probably just received the modifier and was still in the early "tasting the forbidden fruit" phase, so her actions remained somewhat restrained.

But give it time—

The black cat blinked its emerald eyes, as if seeing through his doubts. While licking its fur, it explained,

"Over the past ten years, due to your self-discipline and effort, you now possess incredibly handsome looks, a super-intelligent mind, excellent social skills, and you're the only transmigrator in this world—the only one I can communicate with. In other words, fate favors you too, making you a prime target for that world's desire-fueled forces. You understand, don’t you?"

Indeed, thinking back, even though he started as an orphan with no powerful background, Yan Huan had always lived a disciplined life.

Academically, he’d always excelled. In his previous life, his grades were top-tier. If not for poor health, he wouldn't have died suddenly and restarted.

So in this life, he began training early to build a strong foundation.

Daily exercise gave him a healthy body—and zero hair loss—breaking the “go bald to get strong” curse!

But was that why he became a target for this so-called invading force?

Yan Huan shuddered. In that instant, countless symbolic scenes from erotic fiction flooded his mind.

Top student; cold beauty on a high pedestal; gentle, voluptuous older-sister type; tsundere blooming like a flower...

These excellent, attractive girls hadn’t done anything wrong—yet they were randomly affected by strange items and inexplicably defiled. Some completely fell from grace...

'Hmm, maybe not. Maybe they did do something wrong, and were then viciously "punished" by someone with that power.'

No matter the scenario, he was now basically the gender-swapped version of those girls!

His expression stiffened. Realizing that his years of hard work made him a target, he felt a crushing sense of injustice—'Good people always take the bullet first.'

At this moment, Yan Huan couldn’t feel any joy. He leaned back in his chair, completely deflated.

He couldn’t help but ask himself, 'Yan Huan, why did you make that birthday wish at six years old?'

But soon, he sat up a bit straighter.

"Wait a second—why do you need my help? Aren’t you a god? Can’t you just erase those modifiers directly?"

Upon hearing this, the black cat gave him a helpless look, as if to say:

"Are you serious? You want to rely on me—a cat?"

Thankfully, the cat still offered a proper explanation.

"I don’t have the power to directly intervene in this world. Gods from other worlds are bound by the same rule. That’s why modifiers choose hosts within the world to attach to."

Yan Huan raised an eyebrow, catching something in the explanation. He stroked his chin and glanced at the black cat.

"So... you can give me a modifier too, right?"

"Exactly. But unlike those evil ones, I can only offer you two simple things."

The black cat praised Yan Huan’s sharp thinking, raised its left paw like a beckoning cat, and introduced:

"First, I can grant you [resistance to modifier effects], which means any modifier’s influence on you will only be partially effective. But this resistance isn’t absolute—modifiers grow by feeding on desire, and the resistance will weaken over time. Once it fails, you’re done for."

Then, lowering its left paw, the black cat raised its right one.

"Second, every week I can randomly grant you [one permanent reward]—these could be abilities, attributes, or skills, usually chosen from three options."

"These rewards may even be enhanced when resolving modifiers by absorbing their power. Even after you’ve dealt with all five modifiers and restored the worldlines, the abilities I grant will remain. Consider it your reward for helping restore balance."

Yan Huan narrowed his eyes, unimpressed by the grand speech. Instead, he pressed for clarity.

"Resolve the modifiers? What exactly does that mean?"

The black cat lowered its paw, sat upright again, and solemnly explained word by word:

"There’s only one way to resolve a modifier: [Make the host willingly give up possessing the modifier]."

"Also, remember this well: No matter what, [you must not reveal that you know about the modifiers]. If a host realizes you can perceive their modifier, their desire to ‘overcome insecurity’ will spike, triggering a full evolution of the modifier into a form immune to resistance—then it’s game over!"

'Got it, got it—cheat codes must stay hidden. Picture this: you’ve got the [No Concern] ability, try to assault the school belle, and just as you’re about to go all in, the entire class turns and sees you.'

'In dead silence, they raise their phones at your naked self.'

'That’s not a fun little film—that’s a horror movie!'

Yan Huan forced a bitter smile and muttered,

"So I have to get them to willingly give up their modifiers, without ever revealing what I know? You might as well kill me. If I had Bai Yi’s modifier, I wouldn’t give it up even if I died, okay?"

"..."

The black cat blinked its large, innocent eyes, unsure how to comfort him—because facts were facts.

He loved anime, but living in one? No thanks. Especially not as the one being violated!

After a long silence, Yan Huan gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, sat up with a blank expression, and looked at the black cat, extending his hand.

"Give it."

"...Give what?"

"This week’s random ability. It’s Friday—don’t tell me I have to wait till next week?"

"..."

The black cat swayed its tail, secretly admiring his level of acceptance.

Then, like magic, three golden orbs appeared before Yan Huan’s eyes. As they swirled with light, words emerged.

[Ability: Perfect Expression Control – Your expressions, once windows to emotion, are now your versatile mask.]

[Skill: Barehanded Blade Catch – Catch one knife with style. Catch two? Better grow more hands.]

[Skill: 100% Success Backflip – "Hey, wanna come over and watch me backflip?"]

Yan Huan, face lined with frustration, grabbed the black cat’s chubby cheeks and growled in exasperation.

"What the hell are these? How are these supposed to help me deal with modifiers?!"

The cat meowed innocently, a buzzing noise ringing in Yan Huan's head.

"It's not like I chose this! I already told you—it's random! Completely random!"

"Just you wait—if one day they do me in, I'm taking you down with me!"

As Yan Huan vented his frustration by squeezing the black cat’s chubby cheeks, a sudden knocking sound echoed from the empty classroom doorway.

*Knock knock knock*

Yan Huan’s body tensed. He and the black cat turned in unison toward the door.

The doorknob turned slowly, and the door creaked open to reveal a male student standing outside. He wore the gray Yuanyue school uniform and black-rimmed glasses.

Seeing it was a boy, both Yan Huan and the cat let out a sigh of relief. Even better—they recognized him.

He was Yaqiao Mu, the student council’s accountant and head of technical logistics.

His hair was thick with slightly overgrown bangs, and his pale complexion stood out. Behind the slightly reflective lenses of his glasses, his anxious eyes were clearly visible.

"President! Why haven’t you responded? You've been @'ed so many times in the group chat, and you're not answering calls either. What are you doing here all alone? If the proctor hadn’t told me you came upstairs—huh? A cat? Where’d it come from?"

As Yaqiao spoke, his attention shifted to the chubby black cat in front of Yan Huan. With a grumpy glance at the feline, Yan Huan finally selected one of the three illusory golden orbs floating before him—the one that seemed at least somewhat useful.

[Ability: Perfect Expression Control]

Instantly, it felt like the meridians in his facial muscles had been unblocked, becoming incredibly agile.

It was as if his expression control had jumped from a basic 61-key keyboard to a full 107-key model—unlocking a whole range of emotional "notes." The sensation of being able to manipulate every corner of his face with precision intrigued him deeply.

The muscles on his face twitched from top to bottom before settling into an apologetic smile. Taking the chance, he picked up the black cat and said,

"Stray cat. Just picked it up. Cute, right?"

*Meow~*

"It really is cute. Got a name? But it’s so fat—are you sure it’s a stray?"

*Meow!*

"I’m thinking of calling it Meow-chan."

*Meow?*

"Meow-chan, huh? That’s a great name—wait, no! President, this isn’t the time for that! Check your phone now! You’an Lina is about to lose her mind!"

At that, Yan Huan hugged the black cat closer and pulled out his smartphone, which had been set to airplane mode during the exam.

The moment it connected to the school Wi-Fi, a barrage of notifications hit like a bombing run.

Around here, most people used a social app called "Plane"—it had online payments, social feeds, and even endless cheesy short videos. Yan Huan treated it like an alternate-universe version of WeChat.

(*) Note: WeChat is a popular Chinese messaging and social media app.

*Ding ding ding~*

[Yuanyue Student Council Main Management Group (5)]

Secretary - You’an Lina: "Has anyone seen the president? It’s urgent!"

Accountant - Yaqiao Mu: "Nope. I don’t think any of us were in the same exam room as him? But the test just ended, so he should still be at school..."

Secretary - You’an Lina: "Exactly! That’s why I’m anxious to find him! Hurry, help me contact the president—the principal’s looking for him!"

Vice President - Yinggong Tong: "The president isn’t in the student council office."

Accountant - Yaqiao Mu: "Ah, can’t reach him by phone either. Maybe he’s off having a secret date with some girl—no time to check his phone."

Vice President - Yinggong Tong: "Yaqiao, please don’t make careless jokes about classmates’ private lives."

Accountant - Yaqiao Mu: "Sorry, my bad, Vice President."

'Vice President Yinggong is still as stiff and serious as ever,' Yan Huan thought.

The chat messages kept coming. In several other large student council groups, You’an Lina had @'ed him too. Yan Huan set his phone down and asked Yaqiao Mu,

"Too many messages—I can’t read them all. The principal’s looking for me? What for?"

Yaqiao Mu took a deep breath and said,

"Well, the principal said your mom came to school to see you. He wants you to go over right away."

'Mom?'

Yan Huan froze mid-motion, still holding the cat, like a statue.

A parent coming to school wasn’t unusual, but the problem was—

In this life, his parents had died in a plane crash not long after he transmigrated. He’d grown up in an orphanage.

So out of nowhere... what do you mean, 'Mom'?!

(End of this chapter)