But when he actually saw the scene of each whip striking heavily on a human body, cold sweat instantly seeped from his palms.

It wasn’t a story, it was vivid pain.

"Female Master..."

His voice was as faint as a mosquito’s buzz, tinged with a hint of timidity.

Selene Kane heard the commotion, turned around sharply, and when her gaze swept over Alza, she almost couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

The Little Fox in front of her had curled into a complete ball, making himself look like a dusty, furry lump.

His head was buried in the crook of his arm, even his ears were pressed tightly against his scalp.

She walked over, reaching out to gently take the child from Alza’s arms.

As soon as Alza let go, his whole body went limp, and the next second, with a "poof," he reverted to his original form.

He obediently squatted at Selene Kane’s feet, not daring to move an inch away, his tail low against the ground.

Just as she lulled Sophie Shaw to sleep, the room had just regained a moment of peace.

But suddenly there came the faint sound of footsteps from behind.

The wooden floor emitted a slight "creak."

Selene Kane spun around abruptly, her eyes sharp, and shouted sternly, "Who?!"

Alza was so startled by the sudden shout that he shivered all over, his fur standing on end.

"Female Master... I... I’ve been here all along..."

He stammered, his voice full of grievance.

However, Selene Kane paid him no mind. Her gaze passed right over Alza’s trembling figure, landing directly at the door.

Sure enough, a robust border collie was slowly sauntering in.

Heath Vance lifted his eyelids slightly, casting a lazy glance at Alza.

That gaze seemed casual, but carried an invisible pressure.

The Little Fox was instantly struck as if by lightning, curling into a ball with a "pop."

Like hell Selene Kane would tolerate such bullying behavior!

She gave a cold snort, unhesitatingly raised her foot, and gave a hard kick to Heath Vance’s side.

Unprepared, Heath Vance let out an "ouch," stumbled a few steps, and nearly fell over.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Selene Kane.

Heath Vance: ?

His heart jolted, and a hint of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.

But then he slowly curled his lips into a smile, muttering in a low voice.

"Wow, this woman is wild... hits so hard, I’m really into it."

Selene Kane heard it, rolling a massive eye in her mind.

If she’d known she could understand this Beastman language, she would’ve rather been deaf.

These so-called scientists, their minds must be twisted, a reincarnation of a masochist.

"What are you here for?"

She questioned coldly, her tone devoid of warmth.

"I didn’t invite you in, this is still my room, on what grounds do you trespass?"

As she spoke, she instinctively pulled Alza behind her, holding him tightly in her embrace.

But Heath Vance didn’t take the bait at all.

With a light leap, he directly pounced onto the double bed with a "thud," lying sprawled out.

His furry limbs spread wide, taking up more than half the bed.

"Get off the bed!"

Selene Kane raised her voice in anger.

"Do you understand pet rules? Who allowed you to climb onto the bed? Get down!"

However, Heath Vance lazily yawned, flicking his ears, acting as if he were an ordinary house dog.

Not only did he not leave, but he also cozied up to the pillow, even stretching out a paw to tug at the blanket.

Then, he suddenly moved closer to Selene Kane’s face, lightly sniffing with his nose, his eyes suddenly focusing, becoming extraordinarily deep.

"This spiritual power fluctuation..."

He murmured in amazement.

"So strong. Almost the same as mine... Are you really an S-level Awakener?"

Many children are born without being able to measure their level at all.

Their spiritual power lies dormant within, as if sealed, unable to awaken for a long time.

Some people remain at F-level their whole lives, even lower, unable to even perform the most basic perception.

For someone like Selene Kane, whose spiritual power only exploded in her teens, it’s rare, though not unheard of.

After all, the timing of spiritual power awakening varies from person to person. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Some are precocious, some mature late.

The gears of fate always turn quietly, unnoticed.

Heath Vance never believed her child could be S-level.

After all, that was the top of the top, hardly emerging once a century in the entire Star Sector.

Such a small infant, with undeveloped bones and flesh, incomplete meridians.

How could it bear such enormous spiritual power?

That level of energy fluctuation could tear apart a grown man, let alone a newborn infant whose breathing isn’t even stable yet.

But now, here he was, so close to her.

The tide of that spiritual power, clear as day.

The sudden sensory impact left him a bit dazed.

He stuck out his tongue, grinning mischievously, his eyes shining with a crafty light, muttering deviously, "Perfect! This child can be my experimental subject. Train from young, he would grow up to be a top scientist, might even win a Nobel Prize, no, by that time the Nobel would be obsolete, it should be the Interstellar Technology Grand Prize."

Selene Kane reached her limit, her temples throbbing vigorously.

She suddenly stretched out her hand, clutching his hind leg.

Heath Vance was stunned.

He hadn’t reacted at all.

One moment he was complacent, calculating future lab plans, the next he was yanked to the ground.

Even more shocking, the place she grasped was exceedingly sensitive, a crucial point.

Held by his lifeline, he dared not even struggle.

Afraid a big move would hurt these two females.

Especially with a newborn still in her arms.

He could only obediently be dragged, limbs limp, not daring to even wag his tail.

"Hey, hey! With you pulling like this, what if I lose my chastity?"

He struggled and shouted, his tone exaggeratedly aggrieved.

"Alas, being too charming is troublesome, I should’ve worn a mask when I went out."

He kept making jokes, trying to ease the embarrassment.

But his voice was already trembling slightly.

"What if she suddenly proposes later... How should I refuse?"

He muttered under his breath, as if seriously contemplating this possibility.

Selene Kane coldly released Alza, turned around, and grabbed Heath Vance’s dog head with one hand, clenching her fingers tightly, pressing down hard.

"Bam!"

A dull thud sounded as she smacked him solidly on the ground.

"Dream on! Me propose to you? Forget it!"

Heath Vance was completely stunned.

His head still pressed against the floor, ears buzzing.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

Could she also be canine-transformed?

Could she understand his dog language?

This didn’t make sense; her spiritual totem was clearly a snake.

Cold-blooded, subtle, solitary, the complete opposite of the social nature of canines.

"How... how can you understand what I’m saying?"

He lifted his head with difficulty, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, his voice trembling.

Selene Kane couldn’t even be bothered to give him a direct look, snorting coldly from her nose, both legs twisting sharply, scissor-like legs clamping down firmly on his neck like iron pincers, her knees exerting force, muscles taut.

At first, he thought her anger was rather cute.

But gradually, something felt off.