"Wait—Dad, Mom, you’re not seriously gonna raise me as a girl, right?" Jill Young was sweating, her mouth twitching. "I’m still me, you know! Put down that outfit, it’s way too cute—I can’t even look. And the doll, put that away! Pink curtains, fuzzy rugs, life-sized plushies... you guys are killing me here!"
"Don’t be silly." Susan Morrow came over, pulled Jill in front of the mirror, and clipped a hairpin on her. "Look—beautiful!"
The shop assistant’s eyes sparkled. "Auntie, Uncle, your daughter is gorgeous! And her hair—where’d you get it dyed? It’s so shiny and natural!"
Jack Young just smirked, twirling a shawl and sizing Jill up, like he was a fashion judge about to hand down a verdict.
So here’s the deal. Just yesterday, at home, with the two big bosses watching, Jill Young confessed: "Basically, this is what happened. On White Night, I had a dream, woke up, and boom—this is me now. I keep flipping between my original form and this one, so sometimes I dodge Mom’s calls."
Sitting obediently on a tiny stool, Jill nervously watched the two big bosses, forced a weak laugh, swallowed hard, and blurted, "You’re not kicking me out, right? I honestly don’t know why I turned out like this! Not that it’s all bad, but come on, I’m the victim here!"
But Jack Young and Susan Morrow just stared at her, no movement—making Jill feel like she was under a full-body scanner. It was like being targeted by sniper lasers, two red dots roaming her body, hunting for the perfect shot. Goosebumps everywhere.
Seriously, when did these two get such killer stares? I’ve survived gunfights, but now my hair’s on end just from their eyes! And those deep looks—are they furious? Uh-oh, am I about to get vaporized...
Jack suddenly raised his hand, and Jill instantly yelped, clutching her head and shrinking down. She’d never been hit growing up—she just wasn’t the type to get smacked. If you don’t mess around, you don’t get in trouble, and Jill rarely did, so she’d never faced the legendary Hammer of Fatherly Love. But today... maybe the big boss was really mad?
Honestly, if anyone’s gonna get hurt, it won’t be Jill—it’ll be Jack’s hand.
But really, no matter how tough you are, your parents’ hands are always your Achilles’ heel!
Jack’s hand came down—Jill didn’t even need to look to sense the move. Huh, not as strong as I expected. Was that the legendary Soft Palm? Or maybe the ancient Bone-Melting Gentle Palm?
But Jack’s hand just landed softly on Jill’s head, ruffling her hair like she was a little girl who needed hand-holding. "Huh?" Jill opened her eyes, glanced up at Dad. He looked calm—or maybe just so overwhelmed he didn’t know what face to make. In the end, he just smiled. "One is one, two are two—that’s what it really means, huh?"
Looks like the big bosses aren’t mad after all. Jill jumped on the chance, "Haha, I mean, even though I look like this now, I’m basically still your son…"
"Nonsense." Susan Morrow hugged Jill tight. "You’re my daughter—I carried you for months, I know you!" And then she gave a quick recap of the old story.
Jill froze, looked herself over, and muttered, "Weirdly, hearing that makes me kinda happy. At least this Jill didn’t just pop out of nowhere, or get conjured up—Mom actually carried me, and that’s kinda nice. But…"
Jill got tangled up. What am I now? Used to think I was just an extra body, an accessory. Turns out this Jill is officially the daughter of the two big bosses, so what does that make me? One person? Two people? A son wearing a daughter’s skin, or a girl with a guy’s heart?
Before Jill could spiral any further, Jack spoke up: "You picked your own name?" He’d caught that in Jill’s words. "What is it? Same as before?"
"Oh, my name? Yeah, I picked one. It’s a little different—here, this character." Jill wrote her name on paper, then asked, "How’s that? Is it okay? Or do you want to pick a new one for me?"
"Hahaha!" Jack laughed, looking at the character on the paper and sighing. "No need, this name’s great. Let’s stick with it." Then he stood up, muttering "destiny, destiny" as he headed for the balcony. No secrets—Jack lit a cigarette, took a couple drags, then stubbed it out and turned back with a smile. "Alright, this smoke—I quit."
And with that smile, the prodigal child was finally home.
The family had endless stories to share. Susan Morrow pulled out tiny outfits she'd saved for over twenty years—'This one your grandma sewed, this one your uncle bought...' Meanwhile, Jack Young dug up some old comic books. Dad's comics were nothing like Japanese manga—the kids looked like little ginseng dolls, but the stories were hilarious.
Jill could tell her parents were sorting through their feelings with all this nostalgia, so she just played along, tossing in a snarky comment here and there to keep things lively.
Once the big bosses had finished reminiscing, Jill shared her own adventures. Compared to the old family tales, her stories were wild. To avoid giving her parents a heart attack, she skipped the death-defying stunts, gang boss drama, assassin hunts, and the whole Bloody Queen saga—otherwise, she’d need to call 911.
So Jill only shared two things: First, she could travel to strange new worlds and made plenty of 'normal' friends. Second, she’d learned martial arts and was now a grandmaster—plus, she’d made a decent chunk of cash.
Even the PG version left her parents speechless for ages. Jill had edited her story down to the most wholesome highlights—like turning a horror flick into a feel-good comedy. But world-hopping was still too wild for them to wrap their heads around.
In the end, the big bosses made a decision: this secret goes to the grave. But Jill knew some secrets have a way of leaking out. Whatever happens, just remember—if it’s a problem, it’ll pass. If it passes, it’s no problem.
Do your best, let fate handle the rest. That’s all there is to it.
The family agreed with Jill, finally setting their worries aside. Soon enough, the whole house was celebrating their daughter's return—just like at the start of this chapter.
"Listen, even if I look like this, my macho spirit is alive and kicking!" Thanks to Jill’s stubborn insistence, the family finally escaped the cuteness overload of the clothing store. Looking back, it seemed like pink hearts were bubbling out the door, floating like soap bubbles in the air—Jill shivered just thinking about it.
Jill could handle shopping in a women's boutique, but the ultra-cute stuff was just too much. Sure, she'd take a selfie—but never with a pout and finger pose. If you wanted a pic of Jill with giant anime eyes or a sexy, seductive look, you'd have to get her drunk and hypnotized by Master Zhuo.
After a lot of back-and-forth and an adjustment period, Jack Young and Susan Morrow seemed to settle on treating Jill somewhere between a sweet daughter and a goofy son—which suited Jill just fine.
The three of them agreed: not a word to grandma or anyone else. This was way too wild—if it got out, the weird government folks would be knocking. Jill wasn't scared of mysterious visitors, but she didn't want to drag the chaos home.
So for a while, Jill stayed home and let her parents make up for twenty years of lost family time. Of course, she wasn’t just sitting around—she made an important move: teaching her folks the Titan Spirit Method.
She never called it the Titan Spirit Method, just showed them the first level and said it was for health. Jonathan Black even sent over some mystery meats. Her parents were total normies, so no need for fancy ingredients—regular wild game was enough. Every day, Jill snuck a little life essence into their meals.
The result? Pretty much nothing.
After Jill’s special meat and some exercise, her folks did feel better—no more sore backs, more pep in their step. But that was it. If anything, they were just getting a little chubby. In Steelbull City, Jill’s life essence would be a hot commodity, but at home, it was just... ordinary.
"How is this possible? Seriously?" Jill was stumped. She dug out the Titan Spirit Method, both the original and the Chinese remix, and pored over every detail, worried she'd missed something. After days of study, she had to admit—she hadn't messed up.
Her way of practicing the Titan Spirit Method was the best—most effective, most efficient.
So why is it that with the same method and the same life essence, Jill could master it, but her parents couldn't? Even Jonathan Black got some benefit from the special meat, so why did it do nothing for Mom and Dad?
Jill was absolutely stumped.
Before Jill could figure it out, Susan Morrow suddenly hit her with a new mission. Jill freaked out, shaking her head like a rattle drum. "No way, not going! Absolutely not! In this body, what am I supposed to do—kidnap a damsel in distress?"
"You’re going, like it or not!" Susan slapped a poster on the table, no room for argument. "Anyway, I already signed you up, you have to go!" Then she softened her tone: "They say this event’s top-tier. Even if you don’t find 'the one,' you can at least scope out the competition, right? Go on, see what 'high quality' really means. Then we’ll know how to adjust our strategy."
Jill stared at the poster, face twisted with mixed feelings. The glossy print read:
July 17th, join hands in Spring City, meet your other half for a summer date—Elite Singles Summer Mixer, sign-ups now open…