Devouring Evolution: Becoming a Dragon, Starting at a Bathhouse

My name is Lin Ye. I work as the front desk manager at the bathhouse my adoptive mother runs.

My daily duties include recommending essential oil spas to wealthy women, resolving disputes between masseuses, and occasionally unclogging toilets.

Then one day, a guest in the Emperor's Pool suite died in a pool of blood, and four masseuses smiled at me while holding their own entrails.

At death's door, I bonded with the [Dragon-Transformation Devouring System].

The more I kill, the less human I become.

Later, the world changed.

The supernatural returned, the gates to the Shan Hai Realm opened wide, and prodigies from all races descended on Earth.

The Bureau of Strange Affairs asked me to come out of retirement. I said, "What's the monthly salary? Do you offer social insurance and a housing fund?"

A prodigy from a reclusive clan challenged me. I said, "Remember to pay for the floor afterward. Marble's expensive."

A saintess of the demon race from the Shan Hai Realm wanted to make me her mount. I looked at her nine tails. "Your fur would make a pretty warm scarf."

Then one day, I was soaking in my own bathhouse.

Several evil gods that had crawled out of a rift between planes set their sights on my bathhouse.

They said, "Mortal, surrender your territory..."

I rose from the hot spring and wiped my hair dry.

"Sure."

I said, my pupils turning dark gold.

"But first, I have to ask..."

"My receptionist, my masseuses, my cleaning lady, and the watchdog at the front door."

"Do they agree?"