Meu irmão não pode ser uma garota mágica corrompida pelo mal

In the brightly lit conference room, a group of people sat around a table, engrossed in a meeting. The leader, wearing half-rimmed glasses, spoke with vibrant enthusiasm at the front. In a nondescript corner, Bai Yuze’s gaze was vacant, his expression blank. It wasn’t quite zoning out—rather, they simply existed in entirely different worlds.

Deep within mounds of purplish-brown flesh and blood caverns, glowing creatures from the abyss clung to the ceiling above. They absorbed nutrients from the flesh in waves, their bodies emitting a faint green light that illuminated the damp, cold caverns. A rancid stench of decay filled the air and assaulted the nostrils.

At the cavern’s center stood several disaster beasts, arranged in clear hierarchical order, gathered in conversation. Bai Yuze was among them, not far from the creatures, their foul odor unmistakable. The leader of the beasts was several times larger than the others, with two or three sharp spikes protruding from the back of its head. Its dark green skin stretched over massive limbs, and it stood atop the group, roaring in fury.

Bai Yuze rested his chin on his hand, his eyes dreamy as he gazed through the dim light of the cavern, taking in the strange scene before him. The cold, shadowy glow brushed his cheek, a slight chill lingering there.

A soft sound interrupted the moment—the leader in the conference room had reached a climax in his speech.

The dank, gloomy cavern transformed back into a clean, bright conference room. The terrifying disaster beasts became ordinary humans once more,