Chapter 9: Super Duck

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A beautiful woman transformed from a fox, can you accept that? What about one transformed from a puppy?

Young man: "... ... ... ... ... ... Then, could it also be that a dung beetle transforms into a beautiful human woman?"

The young man spoke sincerely, truly expressing a heartfelt admiration for the beauty of that monstrous beast. Upon witnessing this scene, the duck, however, disdainfully retracted its neck and let out a huff

The awkward young man once again turned his face away, looking at the duck with a bewildered expression

The youth said, "Uh... it died so tragically..."

I am not afraid to tell you. In fact, I am the Primordial Immortal

The Primordial Immortal could not bear the chaos of the world, so he exerted great mental power to open up the primordial chaos, creating this world known as "Nameless and Surname-less." From the very beginning, beings began to proliferate in the Nameless and Surname-less realm, showcasing the vibrant and diverse scenes of the world as we see today

This duck folded its wings, seemingly striving to present itself in a very noble manner. It deliberately coughed and said, "In the days of yore, the Primordial Celestial Master created all things in the world. For inanimate objects such as mountains, rivers, the sun, and the moon, creation was exceedingly easy. However, to create living beings is a task of great difficulty"

My name is 'The First Duck'

This duck corrects very seriously

The first duck that was created

In response, the young man sighed and said helplessly, "Is that so? What a pity... I have heard that many demon beasts can transform into humans... Three days ago, I killed a certain... the leader of a certain sect, who was several meters tall. He had a fox demon beast, and that fox could transform into a beautiful woman... Hmm, she was really very beautiful."

This duck spread one of its wings and gave its chest a strong pat, looking quite proud as it said: "Quack, quack, quack! If I were to reveal my origins, I could truly scare you to death! Do you know what the Primordial Immortal is?"

The young man was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "Have they all been sucked to death?!"

The young man furrowed his brows and thought for a moment, then nodded seriously: "Hmm... as long as one is good-looking and beautiful, I think everyone should be able to accept it, right?"

Duck: "I know a demon beast. She is a refined spirit of a roundworm that has cultivated itself within a human's belly, and she can also transform into a beautiful young girl. Can you humans accept this?"

The duck patted its chest and proudly said: "Of course! This is just child's play. However, I do not wish to take on the appearance of you humans. My pride and self-esteem as a duck do not allow me to do so"

Perhaps ... ... it could be acceptable? As long as it is about beauty ... ...

The young man, to some extent, still had some understanding of the story of the Primordial Immortal. The duck nodded in satisfaction. It twisted its neck and flapped its wings against its chest, proudly stating

At least today, this little girl is still able to survive

The duck refused

In the alley, a gentle breeze blows softly... lifting the corners of the boy's clothing... and also ruffling the duck's chest feathers

After the creation, the Primordial Immortal felt deeply fatigued, thus he entered the realm of the Void to rest, while secretly observing the world he had created, bestowing blessings upon humanity and favoring all living beings

Duck: "Ah? Can't accept it? If you can't accept it, then don't be tempted by beautiful women? In the end, when you realize the truth, you feel uncomfortable and want to vomit. To put it bluntly, you humans are just a bunch of visual animals. You cling desperately to what you find attractive, thinking all day about how to connect with beautiful women, even indulging in fantasies that beautiful women will come to you on their own. But when the ones that come are the parasite spirit and the dung beetle spirit, you are still dissatisfied. You want them to have good species and good lineage, but that's not enough; you also insist on the correct gender. Don't you humans know that many of the most thriving and carefree beings in this world are hermaphroditic? In your eyes, do these life forms, which occupy the majority of the nameless world, not have the right to transform into beautiful women? Species... discrimination."

The young boy pondered for a moment, gazing at the proud duck, and eventually nodded dumbly: "So, the first duck, you have lived for such a long time, you must be quite remarkable, right? Hmm... I have heard that some older beasts, through their own cultivation, can reach the point of transforming into human form. You have lived for so long, you must be able to do that too, right?"

What?

The duck looked disdainful: "Only foxes, snakes, puppies, and dragons are allowed to transform into beautiful women, but why are dung beetles and roundworms not allowed to cultivate immortality?"

According to legend, before time began, the universe was shrouded in confusion, with no distinction between day and night, warmth and cold. From this chaos emerged a celestial being of supreme thought, known as the Primordial Immortal.

Duck: "Isn't that so? Moreover, my dung beetle friend is a male. He told me that when those humans sleep with the beautiful women he transforms into, it really is quite a rush for them—however, there's no helping it; after those humans have released their urges once, they will consume more and produce more waste."

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After a long while, the young man finally spoke: "Why can roundworms and dung beetles also transform into beautiful women?"

Ah... The young man was somewhat at a loss for words. He discovered that this duck seemed to be quite good at finding faults

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One person and one duck, three eyes began to glare at each other... Oh, no, that's not right, this duck has always been facing the boy with one side of its head, so it is indeed three eyes looking at each other.

What about the dung beetle? I have a friend who is a dung beetle, absorbing the essence of the sun and moon, nurturing the creations of heaven and earth. He is currently cultivating immortality in the Wuliang Mountains. Transformed into a woman, she is as enchanting as if she has no bones, possessing the beauty of a national treasure. Any normal human male who catches a glimpse of her will be utterly captivated, lingering in her splendid cave residence, indulging in exquisite delicacies, and unknowingly losing all their vital energy.

Please do not confuse me with those ordinary ducks. My lifespan has been from the ancient times until now. Therefore, please refer to me as 'the first duck'

"You are not a... a demon beast? Then what are you?"

Although the boy is somewhat foolish, he still knows a little about these stories

The duck shakes its head: "No, it keeps eating and keeps defecating, until it dies."

After staring at each other for an unknown duration, the young man awkwardly scratched his head and said: "Um... Is this a very great thing?"

The young boy lowered his head and took another look at the infant girl in his arms, confirming that she was still sleeping soundly. It seemed that the previous situation had finally improved somewhat

Therefore, before the Primordial Celestial Being created the world, He would first draft a plan. Once the draft was completed, He would then proceed to mass-produce based on that draft. For instance, in the case of humanity, the Primordial Celestial Being first created two ancestral templates, one male and one female, and then began to create subsequent humans based on those templates. This should clarify things for you. All the ducks in this world, as well as all their descendants, were mass-produced by the Primordial Celestial Being according to my draft! So, you see, I am indeed great, aren't I!

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Um ... ... Duck, you ... ...

The duck also looked at the young man with a serious expression, as if to say, "What do you want?"