The Tyrant Rubbed Me Bald

I edited a story, and it only has one chapter of a little over a thousand words. I won't be updating it anymore, so read at your own risk. Just as Tushan was about to be destroyed, the Youhu clan finally steeled themselves and offered up their most precious treasure. A fluffy, snowy-white little fox with nine tails. Seeing that the tyrant remained unmoved, the Youhu clan elder nervously placed the little fox on his lap. He said timidly, "Give her a pet. Her fur feels amazing." The tyrant smiled, but it was a cruel smile. His large hand turned into a claw and covered the little fox's head, ready to crush her. The little fox blinked her big, sparkling eyes, thinking he wanted to play. She eagerly rubbed her little head against his sharp claw, then gave it a quick kiss. The tyrant: ... Damn it! Why had his indestructible claws gone soft?! The tyrant thought he was hopelessly obsessed when he gave up bathing the Three Realms in blood just to pet the little fox. Then the little fox sitting on his lap turned into a delicate, rosy-cheeked young girl. The tyrant: ... Damn it! Why had his indestructible body gone soft too?! Theme: Be self-reliant and independent, and work together to build a better society.