My Superpower Is Kind of Cute

Chapter 8: Super Shape-Shifting

After hearing my words, Qi Yun hung his head in shame. “Wait a minute.” I remembered something, slapped my forehead hard, and asked in confusion, “Weren’t you full of energy when you used that memory-scanning thing on me earlier? Why are you so weak now?” “That’s what I find strange, too,” Qi Yun said with a bewildered expression. “I’ve discovered that my spiritual energy only works on you—it has little effect on anyone else. I’ve tried it on your customers and the people here, but it’s basically useless… Maybe it has something to do with you shattering that ancient jar?” “Huh?” I was taken aback. “What kind of logic is that? If your spiritual energy only works on me, doesn’t that make me your punching bag? If you just randomly punch me whenever you feel like it, won’t I end up dying here?” Qi Yun chuckled. “Why would I take my frustration out on you for no reason?” “Maybe because I’m better-looking than you…” I shot him an sheepish glance, unable to come up with any other reason. After spending the last couple of days with him, I’d realized that although Qi Yun was a bit of a slacker, he was basically a good guy… Of course, if he really were a bad person, there’d be nothing I could do about it—if he really treated me like a punching bag, I wouldn’t stand a chance against him. Qi Yun shot me a dismissive glance. “Don’t worry about that. If it’s because of your looks, you’ll never get beaten up in your whole life.” With that, he flicked his hair back with a smug air. Who was he showing off to? Besides me, who else was going to see him acting all cool? I quickly changed the subject. “So what should we do? Are you sure someone’s really out to pick a fight?” “No doubt about it.” Qi Yun nodded, gesturing for me to look downstairs. “They’re getting closer.” I slowly poked my head out to check the situation outside. Sure enough, a black sedan was parked about ten meters away from Zhao Leichuan’s villa. Just then, a man in a suit and sunglasses stepped out of the car. Even to an ordinary person like me, he looked out of the ordinary. Dressed like a man in black in the middle of the night—was he here to take out some aliens or something? I glanced at him and quickly pulled my head back in, saying to Qi Yun, “Maybe they’re just out for a casual stroll…” Even as I said it, I didn’t quite believe it myself. Zhao Leichuan usually kept a pretty high profile, so I’d long expected that one or two enemies might show up to beat him up. “Is there really no other way?” Seeing that Qi Yun hadn’t responded, I asked softly. After hearing what Qi Yun had just said, people with spiritual power all looked like King Piccolo to me. To be honest, I didn’t want to see Zhao Leichuan get beaten up either,If all else failed, I’d just have to get him out of here first—maybe bring Xia Chun along too. As for the others, they’d just have to make do as scapegoats and take a beating so that man in black could vent his anger. After all, we live in a society governed by the rule of law; even if they really did start fighting, they couldn’t possibly beat someone to death, could they… Just as I was lost in these wild thoughts, Qi Yun looked up at me and spoke slowly, “There is a way—but it requires your cooperation.” As soon as I heard that, something felt off. I didn’t dare agree and looked at him in confusion. “How exactly would I cooperate?” “It’s simple. We’ll merge.” “Get lost.” My face darkened as I practically roared at him. I now had every reason to suspect that this guy had been stringing me along for ages just to hook up with me! Qi Yun hadn’t expected my reaction to be so extreme; he actually froze for a moment before explaining, “Not that kind of merging. Let me rephrase it: possession.” “I don’t want that either.” I shook my head again. To be honest, I’d already figured out what he meant a moment ago—if he really wanted to merge with me, he would’ve forced himself on me last night while I was sleeping… “This isn’t some shamanistic ritual. Why on earth would I let you possess me?” “It’s just a suggestion,” Qi Yun shrugged, unconcerned. “I think the reason I can’t use my spiritual energy is because I don’t have a physical body to provide enough vital energy. But if you don’t agree, then forget it.” So neither of us was treating the other like a human—I saw him as a ghost or monster, while he treated me like a power bank. I paused for a moment, then asked softly, “If I really let you—ugh, I mean, if I let you possess me, what’s in it for me?” After all, every man has his own cultivation fantasies. I’ve fantasized that if I had sword energy, I could turn every single person in the city into a bald-headed man overnight… “To possess my abilities?” Qi Yun replied cautiously, not entirely sure himself. “I’ve never actually used them myself, but I’ve heard a bit about them back on the Hezhong Continent.” “It won’t affect me, will it?” Qi Yun shot me a disapproving look. “As if I’d ever hurt you?” “True. If you were going to harm me, you wouldn’t have waited this long.” I nodded, realizing he had a point. Actually, it was mostly my vanity getting the better of me—I also wanted to experience the thrill of wearing spiritual energy underwear on the outside, radiating sheer dominance. “Hmm, since you’ve made up your mind, I’m going to put them on you right now.” Qi Yun didn’t beat around the bush; he immediately closed his eyes and began chanting the incantation. The air around him warped as he chanted, and his figure gradually shrank in a swirling vortex. I was taken aback—I hadn’t expected him to be such a man of action. I wasn’t even ready yet. Just as I was about to speak, Qi Yun had already transformed into a wisp of white mist and vanished from before my eyes with a “whoosh.” The next second, aside from a slight, uncomfortable throbbing in my head, everything else felt fine—as if nothing had changed. From the looks of it, being possessed wasn’t such a big deal after all… “Mengmeng, are you okay?” a voice rang out in my mind, tinged with excitement. “We’ve successfully fused.” “Damn it, at least come up with a different way to say it,” I thought, my face falling as I replied in my mind. It was a strange sensation—being able to converse with Qi Yun purely through my thoughts. As we spoke, my arms began moving involuntarily, stretching out. I furrowed my brow and shoved my hands into my pockets. Through this back-and-forth, I began to grasp some of the intricacies. Being possessed by Qi Yun meant he’d taken up a certain position within me, but control still lay with me. Only when I didn’t give my body any specific instructions could Qi Yun take control—though I couldn’t rule out the possibility that he had a trick up his sleeve. For now, though, it didn’t seem to affect me much. “Why don’t I feel that kind of spiritual energy you mentioned?” I wriggled a few times but didn’t sense any energy rising from my dantian. At that moment, a very dark thought crossed my mind—Qi Yun still wanted to sleep with me, using this as an excuse to slip into my body and toy with me as he pleased. “Mengmeng, could you please stop grossing me out?” Qi Yun said helplessly. My face instantly paled—I hadn’t expected him to see right through my thoughts. Even after he’d possessed me, I didn’t even have a shred of privacy left. “I actually feel an unusually abundant supply of spiritual energy,” Qi Yun said excitedly. “Mengmeng, just wait here and try not to move. Hand over control to me, and I’ll take care of those two little brats right now.” “Go ahead then. What’s the point of all this nonsense?” I rolled my eyes, though I wasn’t sure who I was even rolling them at. My gaze happened to fall on the floor-to-ceiling windows on the balcony, and the sight that met my eyes left me stunned. My reflection was visible through the window. My height, which had been 1. 75 meters, had somehow shrunk to 1. 57 meters. Both my arms and thighs were noticeably thicker than before, and my loose clothes now clung to me like a tight-fitting bodysuit. My face was as round as a pancake, glistening with oil,and a small potbelly jutted out provocatively, barely hidden. Just moments ago, I’d been too caught up in the novelty to notice the changes in my body, but now that I saw it, my head went blank—it felt like the sky had fallen. I looked exactly like Wu Dalang. “Well… I’m not really sure about that,” Qi Yun said, looking a bit surprised at the changes in my body. “Maybe it’s because my spiritual energy is so massive that your body couldn’t handle it all at once and deformed… But why are we talking about this? Let’s go beat someone up first.” With that, he casually brushed aside this serious issue. “Damn it, explain this to me clearly…” I was still agonizing over this. Logically speaking, being possessed by someone like Qi Yun—who’s even better-looking than me—should at least turn me into a handsome guy. So why the hell was I getting uglier by the second? Qi Yun didn’t bother with all that. While I was mulling it over, he seized control of my body, leaped off the balcony, and landed steadily on the lawn outside Zhao Leichuan’s villa. By then, I had turned into an agile fat guy.