The Fox Immortal's Office

“Who says fox immortals have to be bewitching beauties? I’m a perfectly legal loli, and I’ll put anyone who dares to complain in their place.” In an age of urban legends where “whatever people believe becomes real,” the collective imagination of humanity gives form to supernatural beings and ghosts. The official organization known as the City Association for the Management and Containment of Anomalous Phenomena secretly maintains order. Our protagonist, Bai Mo, is an eccentric “fox immortal on the run.” Name: Bai Mo Species: Fox immortal, a surviving descendant of Qingqiu and a rare ice-type variant Appearance: Silver hair and golden eyes, with a small braid on the left tied with a red cord. In his full form, he has three fluffy white tails. He usually disguises himself as a frail 148-centimeter boy with black hair and brown eyes. His natural voice is a bright, youthful boyish one, and even when he tries to lower it, he only sounds like a slightly deeper-voiced boy. Age: Over a hundred years old, still a child by fox standards Personality: A tsundere homebody fox who loves snacks and video games. He’s broke and frugal, extremely sensitive about his height, and hates being treated like a child. In battle, he delivers taunts like “That’s all you’ve got? What a loser” in his soft, boyish voice, creating a striking contrast. Abilities: Inherited fox immortal magic. His signature technique is “Frostflame Foxfire,” an extremely cold blue flame in the shape of a fox that can break down spirits. When using his everyday disguise, he also relies on the Association’s standardized equipment, such as talismans and peachwood swords. Current situation: Lives alone in a low-rent apartment and gets by doing odd jobs and ordering takeout. The Association has him under “special observation” and is trying to recruit him. Bai Mo had hoped to be a quiet homebody fox immortal, but anomalous incidents keep erupting across the city. From “the construction site ghost” to “the fog-shrouded old town,” he is forced to step in again and again, only to find himself drawn into an ever-deepening vortex