Reborn as a Monster with the Multiplier System

Chapter 6 — The Arrival of the Temptress

Despite its innocent-sounding name, its physique was as tough as stone. A fully grown Naughty Monkey could effortlessly lift a two-hundred-kilogram weight. Right now, its thick arms were firmly gripping a river rock the size of its own head.

"Eaaa!" the primate screeched hoarsely.

With a brutal swing of its hips, it hurled the rock with all its might. The natural projectile tore through the air like a cannonball, aimed straight at Ren's head.

Instead of looking for an opening to dodge, Ren’s newfound instincts took over. The muscles in his hind legs coiled tight, and in a flash, he leaped into the air to meet the boulder head-on.

The wind howled; a pale green element instantly cloaked his front paws, extending his claws into deadly crescents of wind.

*Slash!*

*Boom!*

A flurry of sharp cuts followed by a deafening explosion echoed through the trees. With two high-speed, intersecting slashes that formed a perfect 'X', the heavy boulder was shredded to pieces, raining harmless pebbles down onto the soil.

The primate’s eyes bulged, shocked to see its killer move broken so easily. But before it could even duck to look for another weapon, Ren’s white silhouette pierced through the curtain of dust.

The little tiger lunged ferociously, using his wind-wreathed front paws for absolute momentum. His body shot forward like a loose arrow.

'Become my prey!' Ren roared inwardly, a savage glint in his eyes.

*Slash!*

*Arghhh!*

The wind blades tore through the air in tandem with the physical swipe of Ren's claws. Blood instantly sprayed, painting the surrounding leaves red.

A harrowing shriek escaped the primate as its chest was cleaved wide open. The fatal wound tore through muscle, exposing its erratically beating internal organs, before the massive creature collapsed to the ground, dead.

Ren landed silently just behind the corpse of his foe. His breathing was slightly ragged. He slowly approached, but his expression grew complicated, weighed down by a suffocating hesitation.

'I’m already used to swallowing raw meat,' Ren thought, gulping down saliva that suddenly tasted bitter. 'But eating a humanoid creature... that requires a much bigger mental leap than I imagined.'

His iron resolve plummeted. The remnants of his human heart rebelled fiercely. It was simply too repulsive to rip into the throat of a creature that possessed two arms and two legs, just like a human.

"Kii!"

A soft, melodic chime shattered the tense silence. Ren’s fur immediately stood on end. He whipped around, dropping low into a vigilant defensive stance as he glared at the source of the sound.

Perched on a mossy rock not far away sat a fox with reddish-white fur. Its bushy tail curled neatly over its front paws, while its narrow eyes stared unblinkingly at the corpse of the Naughty Monkey. A flicker of hunger and suppressed desire peeked through that gaze.

Instead of growling viciously to defend his kill, the little tiger froze completely. His jaw slacked, instantly drowning in the absurd, enchanting elegance of the fox that had just appeared.

The creature's form was one hundred percent a wild animal. Yet, for some inexplicable reason, Ren felt aroused. His heart pounded wildly against his ribs, driven by the intoxicating pull of pheromones saturating the air around them.

Good lord... she’s gorgeous. If this creature were to take human form, her beauty would be absolutely unrivaled,' he thought, half in awe.

Utterly mesmerized, a single drop of drool unconsciously slipped from the corner of the tiger's mouth.

Noticing Ren’s heated stare, the fox’s ears twitched lightly. She blinked in hesitation. "Are you not going to eat that?"

Her voice was crystal clear—like the chime of silver bells gently struck by a spring breeze—and spoken in a language he could perfectly understand.

Ren snapped out of his daze, hurriedly clamping his jaw shut. "Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m not really a fan of humanoid spirit beast meat."

The fox’s narrow eyes curved into charming little crescents. "Hee~ in that case, may I have it?"

"Yes! Absolutely! Please, take it if you want," Ren answered way too fast. His tone stumbled, betrayed by the overwhelming nervousness washing over him.

As the fox gracefully stepped down and brushed past him, a soft fragrance swept into Ren’s senses. The scent was intoxicating, pulling his soul away as if he were swimming freely atop a sea of fluffy clouds.

Unfortunately, that poetic beauty was instantly shattered into a million pieces.

Ren turned around, and his eyes widened in sheer horror. The heart-stealing, beautiful fox was now tearing the Naughty Monkey’s corpse apart with indescribable brutality.

She ripped into the fresh meat and eagerly crunched on the bones, looking exactly like a madwoman venting a generational blood feud.

But strangely enough, the disgusted shock was only fleeting. Before long, Ren found himself swept away by her charm all over again.

Through his lust-fogged eyes, those barbaric, savage movements were somehow mesmerizing, as if he were watching the most magnificent goddess in the universe performing a dance.

Even the fox’s furry behind looked incredibly enticing to him. If Ren weren't trapped in the body of a baby tiger, there was no doubt a certain something down south would be standing at full attention right now.

As if keenly aware of the vulgar gaze piercing her back, the fox stopped chewing. She slowly turned her head.

"Ara, ara~" the fox teased, her voice carrying a soft, magnetic thrum seemingly custom-designed to arouse the lust of any male. "Have you... fallen in love with this big sister, hmm?"

Fortunately, Ren’s hormones were still capped at a baby’s level, preventing him from completely succumbing to his primitive reproductive instincts.

Even so, his innocence forcefully took the wheel. He couldn't have lied to save his life. Without a second thought, the tiny tiger gave a stiff nod.

The fox's seductive smile instantly froze. She stared at him blankly, her eyelids fluttering rapidly in pure bewilderment, completely at a loss for words in the middle of the blood-stained grass.

To be continued...