Deviant: No Longer Human

In an unknown island,

The night was dark with illusionary.

Inside a nightclub, smoke twisted like mist in the heavens, a heavy cloud of coke and weed drifting across the dance floor.

The air was filled with corruption, as the pounding music disconnected the patrons from reality, drowning their senses in alcohol and narcotics.

They sought escape, solace in the loud beats that numbed them to their own misery.

Behind the stage, two figures stood, separated from the chaos by a large glass wall.

The people in the club couldn't see through from the outside, oblivious to the observers above them.

"Anything catch your eye?" asked a woman beside him.

She was striking—Princess Selina of Monaco, with long, slightly curled auburn-red hair that gave her a regal, yet sophistication.

Her voice was smooth, but the question was casual, as if she had asked this many times before.

Beside her, Wang Xiao remained silent for a moment, his gaze scanning the crowd below.

Women of all shapes and sizes danced on the floor, some barely clothed, their bodies moving rhythmically to the beat. Long legs, thick thighs, big breasts, slender waists—there was a variety to satisfy almost any desire.

But his eyes moved over them indifferently. "Nothing." He turned away, his interest absent.

He shifted to face another glass wall, this one looking out over another room—different from the pulsating nightclub.

Rows of women sat on stools, all dressed provocatively in red, their clothes designed to show off their curves.

Each of them wore a number tag pinned to their chests, collected from every corner of the world, all waiting to be chosen.

Wang Xiao's eyes flickered across their faces, one by one. Still, none held his interest.

He shook his head. "Forget it," he muttered. "I've already killed enough people today."

His figure disappeared into the shadows before Selina could respond.

"Okay..." Selina blinked, used to his abrupt exits.

Over the last few years, she had grown accustomed to Wang Xiao's unpredictable nature.

He was easy to speak to, in his way, but occasionally, he would show up and ask her to gather women for him—unbothered about anything else as long as they were beautiful.

She didn't knew why.

Wang Xiao needed these women to stabilize his spirit, a strange compulsion tied to the balance of his power. But today, something had shifted. Perhaps he had taken enough lives to steady himself. Today, these women—virgins or not—didn't interest him.

He seemed disgusted, if anything, by the sight of them.

Selina sighed softly as she watched him vanish. She wasn't surprised. Whether he took the women or not, her job remained the same: to ensure there was always a fresh supply for him.

She was, after all, just another tool.

A princess, but little more than a maid to Wang Xiao.

Still, she respected him.

Perhaps feared him a little.

She knew she wasn't alone in that.

After a moment of lingering, Selina left the room as well.

She knew that the other princesses who stayed in the castle in Romania shared her caution. They rotated in shifts—half staying in Romania while the others returned to the outside world, pretending to live normal lives with their families. It was a delicate balance.

Yet, even if all the princesses left, Wang Xiao wouldn't care. He rarely visited the castle, but the fear never left their eyes, the bloody rain of the Romania, would never be forgotten.

They knew that if he ever arrived and didn't find what he wanted, their nations could fall into ruin at his whim.

Just one bad day, and it would be gone..

Not that he had to enforce it himself.

That task fell to Elara, the poisonous woman who kept tight control over everything in Romania.

She was the one who made sure everything ran smoothly while Wang Xiao indulged in his whims, moving unchecked through the world, leaving the aftermath for others to clean up.

Wang Xiao's mind wandered briefly to Elara, the poisonous woman who ruled Europe like a queen.

She was loyal and obedient to him, yes, but her arrogance and venomous nature toward others had always been something of an issue.

He had thought of dealing with it many times, but other matters always took precedence.

As Selina wondered over what type of woman might catch Wang Xiao's interest next time, he had already arrived back in the Qing Dynasty, transported in the blink of an eye.

The cool, familiar yet distant atmosphere of his room greeted him, though it felt more like a resting place than home.

Without a second thought, he headed to the bathroom, his clothes stained with the blood of the night's earlier events.

Click!

Wang Xiao stepped out of the bathroom, water droplets glistening on his skin, his lower half wrapped in a towel.

The room was softly lit by yellow lamps, casting long shadows across the floor.

His familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings in the Qing Dynasty felt oddly distant despite his return. He moved towards the bed, his body aching with exhaustion after the chaos of the day.

His eyes swept over the room, but all he truly wanted was to collapse into sleep.

The stains of blood on his discarded clothes were the only evidence left of the life he'd taken.

'I've forgotten the time already.' He sighed inwardly.

Living with his family had been taxing—integrating into the mundane routine of breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

For Wang Xiao, food was rarely a necessity, more of a social tool when he was with his women and daughters. But here, in the mortal world, following their routines was… exhausting.

He sank onto the bed, the soft fabric cushioning his tired body. 'Maybe just a few hours...' he thought, letting his guard down.

But just as his eyes began to close, he felt something shift—something crawling over him, starting from his legs and moving upward.

His brow furrowed slightly, and as the warm sensation spread, a weight pressed against him.

A pair of soft, warm hands slid over his chest, and something heavy and full settled atop him.

Before he could react, a quilt was gently pulled over the both of them, and he heard a soft, familiar voice whisper near his ear, "Daddy..."

Wang Xiao's eyes slowly opened, and his gaze fell on the woman now nestled against him.

'So, she's here...'

An unconscious smile bloomed across Wang Xiao's face, as serene as the rising moon over a quiet mountain lake.

Beneath the soft quilt, resting like a delicate flower upon his chest, was Wenxi, her red lips adorably curved into a pout.

Her head was nestled against him, as if she were a sleeping lotus resting upon a calm, eternal river.

Wenxi's slender hand, pale as snow and soft as petals, slipped out from beneath the quilt. She waved it in front of his face, her small fingers spread wide, except for her thumb.

"Four!" she declared, the number appearing as delicate as a plum blossom in spring.

"It's been four days!" she added, her voice sweet yet laced with a playful grievance, more akin to the complaint of a mischievous breeze than any true anger. "You haven't come to visit us in four days!"

Wang Xiao couldn't help but laugh.

Her familiar fragrance, light and sweet as the first bloom of jasmine after rain, filled his senses, lifting his mood effortlessly. They said he was addicted to his daughters, but in truth, they were like flowers that sought the sunlight of his presence.

"Four days and already accusing me of committing a grave crime?" he teased, gently lifting the edge of the quilt to reveal her delicate, sulking face.

"Mmm..." Her cheeks were like soft peach blossoms kissed by the morning sun, her expression making her both adorable and enchanting.

He reached out, his hand moving as if to gently cradle a rare blossom, and pulled her closer, bringing her nearer to him.

"Hmph! It is a crime!" Wenxi muttered, her gaze drifting away as a subtle flush bloomed on her cheeks.

Wang Xiao chuckled again, his voice softer now, "If you can't live four days without me, how will you handle longer absences?" he asked, his tone carrying a warmth, yet teasing her like the sun flirting with the petals of a wilting flower.

Wenxi's eyes, as bright and fierce as the clearest of mountain springs, glared at him "Not living!" she declared with conviction, her voice sharp and defiant as if she had already made up her mind.

Wang Xiao smiled gently, amused by her resolve. "That serious, hm?"