Deviant: No Longer Human

Out of all her daughters, Wang Mei was undoubtedly the epitome of a "good girl"—no bad habits, no rebellious streaks.

So, watching her walk off toward an isolated spot with a strange man filled Xinyue Zhilan with an overwhelming stung of discomfort.

She trusted Wang Mei's character, believed that her daughter would come back soon and wouldn't do anything "excessive" that might cause her to lose something precious in such a strange place.

"Tomorrow..." Rather than making a scene tonight, Zhilan resolved, "Tomorrow morning...I'll have a serious talk with my 'good' daughter and teach her a few things about 'good' men.'

She frowned slightly. 'If I don't, she might really be tricked into bed one day.'

Yet, she had no idea that her good Wang Mei was on the path of disappointing her—and doing exactly that "excessive" thing she feared.

Half an hour later, Wang Mei returned, her steps soft on the sand as she approached the gathering.

Xinyue Zhilan's eyes locked onto her, a fierce gaze that held a mixture of relief and reprimand.

She said nothing, but the fierceness of her stare spoke her deep disappointment.

Wang Mei blinked in confusion, unaware of what had sparked her mother's silent wrath.

Her eyes were slightly swollen and red, as though she'd been crying.

Seeing this, Wang Xueying and Wang Jiarong immediately assumed the worst.

She was bullied!

They hurried over instantly.

Before Mei could ask what was wrong, Wang Xueying and Jiarong quickly pulled her aside, dragging her to a secluded corner.

"Mei, do you know what you just did?" Jiarong supressed her anger, her voice low but urgent.

The concern in her eyes was clear as she and Jiarong took turns explaining everything that had happened in her absence.

Xinyue Zhilan, meanwhile, couldn't shake the unsettling feeling in her chest.

For the entire thirty minutes Wang Mei had been gone, she had stared at the direction her daughter had disappeared, her mind churning with worry and frustration.

As Wang Mei listened to her sisters' frantic explanations, the realization of what had been misunderstood became clear on her.

She wasn't worried, but she couldn't explain anything to them now.

Instead, she simply offered a faint smile—a smile that sent Xueying and Jiarong into a panic.

"Oh no, she's definitely been tricked!" Xueying muttered, smacking her forehead in disbelief. "He must have sweet-talked her!"

"Mei, you need to listen to us," Jiarong insisted, her voice rising with desperation. "Men have all kinds of ways to deceive women! Once they've gotten what they want, they just disappear, leaving you heartbroken and abandoned!"

"Eh?"

Wang Mei could barely contain her amusement, her lips twitching as she fought back a laugh.

Seeing her reaction, her sisters grew even more desperate.

"She's definitely brainwashed!" Xueying insisted, her eyes wide with alarm

"That man must be a professional playboy!" She declared, her eyes wide filled with concern.

But as her sisters continued their frantic warnings, Wang Mei's soft, nearly imperceptible laughter finally broke through.

The absurdity of the situation was too much—how worried they were for her, how convinced they were that she had been seduced by some rogue.

Little did they know, the truth was far more complicated than their imaginations could grasp.

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30th August, 2031!

Hisarlik, the Ancient Land of Legends - Modern-Day Turkey!

The city of Hisarlik lay sprawled atop a gentle hill, overlooking the endless plains and distant mountains.

The ruins of this once-great city bore the scars of time, yet there was an undeniable grandeur in the weathered stones and crumbling walls.

The remnants of ancient structures dotted the landscape, their foundations half-buried in the earth, while broken columns and shattered statues stood as silent sentinels to a forgotten era.

Once, this city had thrived, its streets bustling with life and its temples echoing with the prayers of thousands.

Now, only the winds whispered through the deserted lanes, carrying with them the scent of earth and the distant sea.

The city's appearance was a reminder of a time when gods and men shared the same space, and legends were born in every corner.

Unknowingly, another era of the gods have begin, where the mortals and gods share the same breath.

From a distance, the city seemed almost peaceful, bathed in the golden light of the setting sun.

But up close, one could feel the history pressing down, a sense of melancholy that lingered in the air like the aftertaste of a long-forgotten memory.

The land around Hisarlik was dotted with fragments of pottery, rusted weapons, and the occasional bone, hinting at the lives that had once thrived here.

Whoosh!

As the futuristic jet descended with a whispering hum, its single thruster pulsing with a deep azure glow, it hovered momentarily before touching down gracefully on a field of emerald grass just outside the ancient ruins.

The sleek craft, an epitome of cutting-edge technology, gleamed under the midday sun.

Its matte black alloy skin seemed to drink in the light, revealing the intricate lines of its design—part avian, part machine, with the capacity to reach a breathtaking speed of Mach 10.

This was no ordinary aircraft; it was a marvel of modern engineering, worth more than 2.5 billion dollars and inaccessible to even the wealthiest of private buyers.

The ramp extended with a soft hiss, and series of people stepped out onto the ancient soil, the first one a girl, her light green gown flowing around her like a whisper of spring wind.

Her eyes, wide with curiosity, took in the sight before her.

The ruins, now closer, were even more imposing.

Stones that had once been carved with meticulous care were now worn smooth by the passage of time.

"What is this place?" she asked, her voice barely above a murmur, as if afraid to disturb the ancient spirits that might still linger.

Her gaze swept over the crumbling walls and shattered pillars, her heart stirring with a sense of awe.

This was no ordinary destination; it was a place where every stone might hold a story of gods and heroes, of battles fought and lost.

Behind her, the jet, a symbol of another age of gods, this time, the mortals far advanced already starting to tap into the mythical wonders to create technology far apart the time.

While gods.... What happened to them?

To explore the same, Wang Xiao, in front of him was Wang Mei, behind him, came two more striking women, Yue and Anran, and after a long time, the last coming was Eveline, with long white dress at her legs, her gaze piercing towards everything around her.

Behind her, the jet stood like a sleek, futuristic monolith—a symbol of a new age of gods, but these gods were mortals who had harnessed the powers of mythical wonders to create technology beyond their time.

Yet, what had become of the true gods of old?

Wang Xiao led the group with a steady pace, his presence commanding, while Wang Mei walked just ahead of him, her light green gown fluttering softly in the breeze.

Behind them, two striking women, Yue and Anran, followed closely, their beauty as captivating as the ancient ruins around them.

Bringing up the rear was Eveline, her long white dress flowing like a river of time around her legs, her gaze sharp and unyielding as she surveyed the ancient land with a sense of melancholy.

"It's Turkey," Wang Xiao replied in a low, thoughtful tone, inhaling deeply as he closed his eyes, allowing the scents and energy of the place to form a map within his mind.

"Eh?" Wang Mei's eyes widened in disbelief. She turned sharply to face him. "Turkey? We're this far?"

*Slap!*

"Hehe~ I told you, this baddie is as fast as ever!" Anran laughed, slapping the jet's sleek exterior with a force that shook through the air, making everyone momentarily freeze at her boldness.

"..."

Mei shot a bewildered glance at Wang Xiao, her thoughts racing.

Where on earth did he find this woman?

He had asked her to meet him today, but she never imagined they'd whisk her away in a jet and fly her halfway across the world.

How did they even get their hands on such a machine?

"Yue, come with me! It's time to kick some ass!" Anran's eyes gleamed with excitement as she grabbed Yue's hand, pulling her toward the ruins.

Before them lay a broken entrance, debris scattered across the ground.

Crash!

With surprising strength, Anran lifted the heavy stones aside and led Yue down a staircase that seemed to spiral into the earth itself.

Yue glanced back at Wang Xiao, her eyes full of apology, before she disappeared into the depths.

This might be the only family where the daughter apologizes for her mother's outrageous behavior.

"..."

Eveline remained perfectly still.