Type-Moon: The Human Love Simulator

"I'm not going. Same reason you turned down the Yellow Emperor back then," Su Kai replied, glancing at the fox girl. "I'm afraid you'll ruin me."

"Ugh… how mean!" Xiaoyu's orange fox ears drooped, her cheeks puffing indignantly. "Migu, Xiaoyu's not some kind of crazy stalker!"

She swished her tails, looking hopeful. "Migu, I just want to marry you! Heroes like you, with noble ideals and grand ambitions, are exactly my type!"

"Yeah, no thanks. Marrying you would be a disaster, my troublemaking ancestor!"

Su Kai burst out laughing. "Take King Zhou of Shang, for instance. And you only just returned from Magadha, didn't you? Why's that, huh?"

To Xiaoyu, "marriage" didn't mean what it did to humans. Her idea of being a "virtuous wife" was simply enjoying the company of her chosen human—a pastime more akin to play than partnership.

Heroes full of ambition and ideals often fell into her hands, becoming hollowed-out shells. Their dreams and goals would dissolve, drowned in endless indulgence and pleasure.

She embodied the unshakable beast-like nature of humanity: laziness, hedonism, and decadence. Mortals might suppress such flaws, but Xiaoyu reveled in unearthing and amplifying them until they consumed her victims entirely.

"Well…" Xiaoyu averted her gaze, her tone hesitant. "Migu… I don't really know, okay? One day they just started yelling about killing me and all that, so I figured it was time to head home."

Su Kai smirked. "Exactly. Another reason to skip the wedding—sounds like it'd be dangerous for both of us."

Su Kai stretched his hand toward the sky. In an instant, thousands of magic formations shimmered into being around him, all of them offensive spells.

Even with her centuries of experience, Xiaoyu had never seen anyone command so many spells at once.

But while her gaze reflected a flicker of surprise, she wasn't truly impressed. These spells, no matter how numerous or destructive, were mere magic for killing humans. They wouldn't even scorch her fur.

Then something changed.

The thousands of spells began collapsing inward, fusing together into a single form. The process was intense, the clash and compression of magic forming an intricate geometric pattern that glowed with a soft, pearly light. It seemed unremarkable at first glance.

"I'm worried that, when the time comes, I won't be able to resist killing you…"

Su Kai held the glowing formation in his hand, grinning as he spoke. "You're too dangerous, my charming ancestor."

Xiaoyu's ears flattened into airplane mode as she stared at the shimmering formation. Her brows furrowed, her voice a soft murmur. "This… might not kill me, but it could definitely hurt."

"How many spells… how many changes did you combine to make this?"

"Who knows?" Su Kai shrugged. The light in his hand dispersed as he spoke. "Magic is a world of imagination. Right now, I can't imagine how to kill you. After all, you are a powerful goddess."

"But stacking thousands of spells like this? That's just wasteful."

Falling into thought, Su Kai muttered to himself, "A lot of these spells are unnecessary. Their effects could be handled by others. Let's trim the excess…"

The intricate formation reappeared in his hand. It was a stunning array of geometric patterns, a masterpiece of magical complexity. But as Su Kai worked, removing redundant elements, it became increasingly simple.

Yet despite its growing simplicity, its potency remained unchanged.

Xiaoyu sat beside him, quietly watching as Su Kai refined the spell. She realized with astonishment that he was crafting a spell specifically designed to kill gods—and he was using her as the basis for its creation.

By the time Su Kai finished, the spell was only a third of its original size. Its appearance was deceptively plain, but both he and Xiaoyu understood its terrifying power.

For ordinary magi, learning such a spell would take a lifetime of study—assuming they could comprehend it at all.

"Not bad," Su Kai said, examining the refined spell. "Any more reductions, though, and I wouldn't be able to guarantee its power."

He glanced at the fox girl, a grin spreading across his face.

"Migu…" Xiaoyu's ears twitched as she bared her small fangs, her throat emitting a soft growl like a playful fox. "What are you planning to do to Xiaoyu?"

"Relax. I won't kill the fox." Su Kai leaned in, locking eyes with her stunningly beautiful face. "I just want to test its power. But if I fire this off, it'll probably level all of Xinzheng. So… how about you help me test it, ancestor?"

"I'm not your ancestor!" Xiaoyu huffed, her frustration palpable as she shook her head. "And I already told you, I'm not Su Daji!"

"Fine, fine." Su Kai smirked, conceding. "Then how about it, Migu Fox? Lend me a hand?"

"What kind of decent person asks for a favor like that?" Xiaoyu, the Nine-Tailed Fox, protested, glaring at Su Kai. "Still… I have to say, the fact that you created that spell is way scarier than the spell itself!"

She folded her arms, her demeanor growing serious. "How did you even manage it? Whether it was casting thousands of offensive spells at once or compressing them into a god-killing spell in an instant, none of that should be possible for a human."

"Human veins can't hold that much mana."

In truth, not even gods could control thousands of spells simultaneously. Magic required precise control—like solving a math problem. It wasn't enough to just provide the answer; the entire process had to be meticulously constructed to create a functional spell.

For most magi, their repertoire consisted of a handful of polished family spells, handed down through generations. The older the lineage, the simpler and more refined their techniques.

"Didn't I tell you already?" Su Kai leaned lazily against a pillar, grinning. "Magic is the realm of imagination. If I can understand it, I can imagine it. If I can imagine it, I can create it. If I can create it, I can use it."

"This is the Age of Gods, where ether and great magical sources permeate the world. The mana of the land itself powers my spells."

Su Kai explained casually, "I might not have enough mana myself, so I let my magic draw from the environment's great source. Unless someone drains the entire world dry, my spells won't run out of fuel."

In other words: Gaia, you old hag, give me all your mana.

"What a monster…" Xiaoyu muttered under her breath. She tilted her head and asked, "So, what's this spell called?"

"Hmm? Kill… Fox… Magic," Su Kai began, then paused, noticing Xiaoyu's suspicious glare. "Fine, fine. It's called Murder Magic. This spell was born from my intent to kill, so naturally, that's its name!"

"Though, to be fair, no matter how strong this spell is, it can't kill a fox."

Su Kai sighed in admiration. "My dear ancestor, you're the first being I've met who surpasses my imagination."

"Hey! Are you seriously trying to kill me?" Xiaoyu snapped, her tails bristling. "Do you even realize that no hero in history has ever wanted to kill me? Even the ones who didn't like me couldn't muster up the intent!"

The world was full of so-called heroes, like fish in a river, each claiming greatness.

Some fell victim to Xiaoyu's charms, like King Zhou of Shang, who succumbed to her "virtuous wife" routine and ended up a ruined man. Others, like the Yellow Emperor, resisted her allure entirely, focusing instead on their grand ambitions.

Despite her attempts, Xiaoyu couldn't sway the Yellow Emperor's unwavering goal of propagating his lineage to unite humanity. In the end, she became his ally, guarding his tomb after his passing.

And recently, her antics in ancient India had pushed the local heroes too far, forcing her to flee back home.

Her claim wasn't mere arrogance—Xiaoyu's allure was genuinely extraordinary. Her beauty could captivate anyone, her charm turning even hostile hearts to pity. It was what allowed her to repeatedly escape, even after stirring up chaos.

"That's because none of them were real Sigma men," Su Kai quipped, dismissing the magic in his hand. If she didn't want to help, he wouldn't insist.

He had already encountered the first of Zheng's "Three Calamities"—the great demon of Xuanyuan Tomb. As for the other two?

Not my problem, Su Kai thought. His focus was on his studies, not meddling in matters he couldn't resolve.

After all, he hadn't even solved his initial challenge of educating the barbarians. How could he possibly save the people of Zheng?

His approach was simple: intervene in injustices he could address; ignore those he couldn't. Once he was capable, he'd tackle them properly.

For now, his journey through Zheng had yielded the insights he sought. Having explored much of the northern states, his next stops were Chu, Yue, Qi, and Yan. From Yan, he planned to cross the northern steppes, visiting the western barbarian tribes and Qin's domain in the Western Regions.

It was just the beginning of his learning expedition.

"You're incredible," Xiaoyu said suddenly, cradling her delicate face in her hands. "I want to marry you even more now."

To tame Su Kai would bring a satisfaction far greater than any of her previous "playthings."

Her golden eyes, slitted like a predator's, studied him intently. Though Su Kai's resolve seemed stronger than even the Yellow Emperor's, she wasn't convinced—at least, not yet.

After all, King Zhou had also been a man of great ambition, seeking to abolish slavery and challenge divine authority. Yet he too had fallen, reduced to a pathetic shell that ended his reign in flames.

Xiaoyu loved humanity precisely because of their unpredictability.

"Ah, Xuanyuan… it was the right choice not to ascend with you," she murmured, tilting her head as she gazed at Su Kai. "Humans are just so fascinating. You can only enjoy them here in the mortal realm…"

She looked up at him with a playful smile. "What about you? Are you not tempted? What if one day, you can imagine a spell that truly kills me?"

Her tone shifted subtly. Where her voice had previously been bright and youthful, it now carried the depth of a mature woman.

Perhaps only someone as composed as Su Kai could discern the change—a shift from girlish vibrance to the sultry allure of a seasoned enchantress.

Whether playful or seductive, Xiaoyu's charm radiated from her core. She was undeniably a woman among women, a calamity among calamities.

"Come now," she purred. "If you marry me, you'll have constant access to my presence. Then, as you grow to understand me better, you might one day create the spell that kills me…"

Xiaoyu's gaze remained calm, but Su Kai could sense the frenzied energy hidden beneath her serene expression. Her beauty masked a deep, untamed madness.

Humanity's love was humanity's vice.

No matter how beautiful or normal she appeared on the surface, she was, at her core, an unfathomable being—one with her own twisted logic and love.

Su Kai smirked, his gaze piercing through her facade. "Already losing your patience, huh?"

"Now I see why you guarded the Yellow Emperor's tomb for three thousand years."

He laughed heartily. "You've spent millennia treating humans as toys and food, haven't you? But only Xuanyuan stood as your equal. Everyone else was just entertainment."

Beasts naturally established hierarchies. As a manifestation of humanity's beast-like desires, Xiaoyu shared this instinct.

The only person who had ever bested her was the ascended Yellow Emperor. His unwavering determination had overcome her seductive games—a fitting testament to humanity's great ancestor.

"By the way," Su Kai asked, his grin widening, "how long did Xuanyuan take to wear you down?"

Xiaoyu fell silent, her gaze distant. Truthfully, she didn't know. One day, she simply realized she had given up trying to tempt him.

"Migu, what a hassle…" she muttered. Then, as if conceding defeat, she asked, "Forget all that. Are you coming with me or not?"

"Didn't I already say no?" Su Kai replied with a shake of his head.

"Then take me with you!" she demanded.

"I mean, I could, but aren't you supposed to be guarding Xuanyuan's tomb?" Su Kai had no issue with her tagging along as long as it didn't disrupt his studies.

"True… I still have a few years left before the three thousand are up," Xiaoyu mumbled, crestfallen. She perked up slightly and asked, "Will you come back to Xuanyuan Tomb someday?"

"Let me check…" Su Kai unfolded his map, tracing his planned route. After a moment of thought, he nodded. "I will. When I pass through the Three Jin States on my way back from Yan, I'll stop by. If your watch is over, you can come along."

"Really?"

The fox girl beamed, her radiant smile lighting up her face. She looked at Su Kai and said with a playful lilt, "Migu~ Xiaoyu doesn't quite believe you!"

"So, to leave a lasting impression on you…"

She clapped her hands lightly. In an instant, the dilapidated palace was transformed into a scene of splendor—golden light and intricate designs shimmering in opulence. The previously weak strains of classical Chinese music grew rich and vibrant once more.

"What are you doing?" Su Kai asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Just wait a moment~" Xiaoyu replied, darting into a side hall with the swiftness of a fox. She reappeared moments later.

Su Kai's eyes widened.

The Nine-Tailed Fox had changed her outfit. Her innate sense of allure ensured she selected a dress that perfectly accentuated her captivating beauty.

For a brief moment, the golden splendor of the palace seemed tinged with a rosy hue, so overwhelming was her presence.

Though Xiaoyu would look stunning even in rags, in the resplendent attire of ancient China, her beauty reached a level worthy of the phrase a calamity for nations. She was the very embodiment of a femme fatale whose charm could bring down empires.

There is greatness in etiquette, so the land is called "Xia"; there is beauty in attire, so the people are called "Hua."

Only a traditional Chinese beauty could truly bring such traditional garments to life.

And only a woman like Xiaoyu—a Nine-Tailed Fox—could wield a charm so potent that it could plunge the world into chaos.

Xiaoyu stepped lightly from the side hall, her movements lively yet measured. Her vibrant energy burned brightly, like a dancing flame.

To Su Kai's discerning eye, however, her steps held a deeper layer of elegance. Beneath the vivacious exterior lay an ancient rhythm, as if her every movement followed the rituals and harmony of humanity's earliest traditions.

"Su Kai," she said with a playful smile, "let me perform a dance for you. Even the Yellow Emperor and King Zhou never witnessed my dancing."

Her tone was cheerful, but it carried an unmistakable pride. "Watch closely. Xiaoyu's dance will etch itself into your soul, ensuring you'll never forget me!"

Her confidence was not misplaced.

Her dance was unforgettable—this was the dance of a Nine-Tailed Fox, a sun goddess whose movements transcended mortal understanding.

This moment promised to be exquisite, an indelible masterpiece.

The palace glowed with an ancient and mysterious opulence. Every ornament, every carved pattern spoke of the grandeur of a lost era, each piece contributing to the scene's harmony and beauty.

Before Su Kai stood a complete set of bronze chime bells, their gentle, resonant tones providing a soothing backdrop.

But the true focus was the enchanting figure dancing under the moonlight.

Draped in a flowing light-blue gown adorned with tassels, Xiaoyu moved gracefully. Her hem swayed with her steps, creating ripples like those on a tranquil lake. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, adorned with delicate beaded flowers that quivered faintly with her movements.

Her steps were a perfect blend of elegance and mystery, each one weaving an ancient tale.

If this era was one of chaos, where rites and music were shattered, then Xiaoyu's dance was their essence distilled, a flawless display of tradition brought to life.

Her movements were like a flowing painting—gentle as the southern rivers yet bold as the northern steppes.

As the dance reached its climax, her steps seemed to merge with the heavens and the earth. The beauty she radiated was so harmonious and complete that even Su Kai found himself momentarily lost in it.

Truly breathtaking.

Su Kai couldn't help but marvel. He had never imagined that anyone could wield their charm with such precision and intensity.

"Well?" Xiaoyu asked, holding her dress's hem as she smiled coyly. Her voice was light, playful. "How did you like Xiaoyu's original dance? Does it please your eyes?"

Su Kai was silent for a moment. The dance was indeed unparalleled, a performance no one else could replicate. Finally, he asked, "What's the name of this dance?"

"Hmm…" Xiaoyu pretended to think. Then, with a mischievous smile, she said, "Let's call it the Dance That Kills."

Her light laughter rang out. "Su Kai, meeting you today has been such a delight. To face my dance and only lose focus for a moment—you're remarkable. Did you know, my dance could topple a city or destroy an entire nation?"

"With someone like you in this world, I'll never be bored again."

Su Kai shook his head. "I don't think that's much of a compliment." After all, even he had been momentarily swayed by her dangerous charm.

"Well, I don't think you were complimenting me earlier either."

A fragrant breeze passed, and Xiaoyu was gone.

Sitting alone in the now-ruined palace, Su Kai chuckled to himself. "What a petty fox."

"She got her revenge so quickly."

He leaned back and sighed, the faintest of smiles playing on his lips. "Still, Xiaoyu, you're certainly fascinating."

For the first time, Su Kai addressed the golden-eyed, white-furred Nine-Tailed Fox by the name she had chosen.

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Su Kai was preparing to head south into Chu, naturally passing through his ancestral hometown, Wenyì, along the way.

Gazing at the rebuilt city, now grander and more magnificent than ever, he remarked, "It seems the Su family really isn't cut out to rule."

"Father, your policies weren't fast enough, and they weren't ruthless enough!"

"Look at what they've accomplished since taking over our hometown. In such a short time, they've outpaced everything you and I built over several years!"

The truth of it was plain to him now.

The divine era truly belonged to the gods—an age where imagination could become reality. Su Kai's reliance on human governance to build the city had been woefully inadequate by comparison.

Even though his policies were clever, they were no match for the miraculous efficiency of divine-era methods, which could turn dreams into tangible results almost instantly.

In the age of men, all national strategies were measured in decades, even centuries, aimed at securing a stable future for countless generations.

But in the Age of Gods, a single divine method could instantly manifest the most ideal and perfected version of a policy. Progress was swift and unrelenting.

"It's true what they say: reading ten thousand books can't compare to traveling ten thousand miles. Who would've thought that revisiting an old place would give me such new insights?"

Su Kai took one last look at his hometown. Reaching into his pack, he pulled out a bowl of wheat porridge and buried it where the Su Kingdom's palace had once stood.

"Now then, I suppose it's time to see for myself what my father spoke of: Chu, where humans and demons live side by side, and barbarians intermingle with humanity."

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T/N: Lmao it's def Tamamo

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