GA: Chapter 192: A Peculiar Ability — [Soul Splitting] — A Special White Fox
"What the hell, I just got struck by lightning!"
The white fox's opening words immediately drew attention — not only because it was speaking in human language, but because the first thing out of its mouth was the very finest specimen of that language's more colorful vocabulary.
"Who the bloody hell hit me?!"
"Don't let me run into whoever it was — my split soul gets struck by lightning and that's supposed to be impressive? You've got the nerve to hit my split soul but not my main body?!"
As it shouted, the white fox was also receiving the memories transmitted from the split soul, trying to get a clear look at whoever had struck it. She was planning to give them a lesson they wouldn't forget the next time they crossed paths.
Then she saw a presence that virtually no one in Huaxia would fail to recognize.
"The Dragon Emperor?! What the—!"
"How did my split soul run into the Dragon Emperor?!"
"No wonder my split soul got killed — even without the main consciousness directing it, I put seventy percent of my power into that split. Ordinary people should have had absolutely no chance of destroying it. Damn it!"
"Huaxia only has a handful of people who could actually do me in. And I've managed to bump into one this fast."
"...Ahem, forget what I just said."
She shook her head with a deeply exasperated expression.
Because of the spiritual energy's influence, many lower-intelligence creatures had slowly awakened. The ceiling of their intelligence was determined by their natural talent — fortunately, hers was decent, and foxes were inherently clever, so she had quickly developed a thinking capacity that didn't fall short of an ordinary person's.
Even so, that alone shouldn't have allowed her to learn human language this rapidly — or to a degree this fluent.
That had everything to do with her ability.
Her ability was called Soul Splitting — exactly what it sounded like. She could separate portions of her soul from herself. Each split soul retained its own awareness, but operated according to directives she set. Without directives, it would default to following the main body's behavioral habits. She could transfer her primary consciousness into any split soul at any time.
The first time she'd used it had been pure luck — her split soul had entered the body of an unfortunate woman who had been caught in the collateral force of a mutated creature attack during an evacuation.
At the time, though the Spiritual Energy Bureau had arrived quickly to treat the woman's injuries, her consciousness had already entered the body — and the next natural step was a struggle for control.
By all logic this should have been a genuine fight. Her strength and mental power were both superior — but the woman was human, and while human mental strength wasn't particularly formidable, the sheer volume of information stored in a human mind was staggering. If they'd actually clashed, the outcome wasn't certain.
What surprised her completely was that the woman hadn't resisted at all. Instead, she had actively allowed their souls to merge.
She hadn't understood it at the time. But sensing no danger, she hadn't refused — and besides, even if something had gone wrong, it wasn't her primary consciousness at stake. Losing it would only mean a period of recovery.
After the merge, the woman's memories flooded into her naturally.
The sheer volume of it left her disoriented for quite some time — and then she understood why the woman had chosen to merge willingly.
Unremarkable talent. Average looks. Mediocre academic background. Unable to get into any meaningful research work.
The world had become this dangerous, and she still had to show up for work every day. She was exhausted.
She'd wanted to end things, but feared the pain.
Then a consciousness entered her body, and she'd assumed it was a transmigrator. Rather than being afraid, she actually hoped this presence might be able to do something meaningful with her body and identity — and so she had voluntarily opened herself to the merge, offering all her memories freely.
Because of the fusion of both minds, she genuinely wasn't sure whether she counted as human or mutated creature anymore.
Though one thing was certain: she didn't want the human world to be destroyed.
Not out of any particular attachment to humanity as a species — she simply couldn't bear to give things up.
Through that woman's memories, she had learned about food, TV shows, anime, novels, games, snacks. As a fox, she'd never encountered any of it. Even having it through someone else's memories wasn't the same as experiencing it herself — so she absolutely had to try all of it firsthand.
Without a second thought, she took the woman's savings and went on a spree — restaurants, supermarkets, the cinema. Then went home and bought a pile of champions and skins the woman had always wanted but could never justify purchasing.
Two words: absolute bliss.
So this was what being human felt like?
It was so enjoyable, in fact, that she'd completely forgotten to cultivate her main body.
So she had taken inspiration from the cultivation methods she'd found in human fiction — set her main body on passive cultivation mode — and while she was at it, dispatched two more split souls. Once those split souls had successfully entered the bodies of two mutated creatures, she transferred a portion of her ability to them along the soul connection.
Then she gave them their directives: cultivate, seek out rare natural materials to consume, disable any opponents that posed a threat, and if the opponent was reasonably strong, use the encounter to accumulate combat experience.
The mutated rabbit Qin Tian had encountered was one of these split souls. Because its base creature had decent talent, she'd distributed around seventy percent of her power into it — and it had still died.
As for the humans who'd attacked her split soul?
She couldn't care less whether they'd survived.
She had merged with that woman's soul, but that didn't make her human. And even humans didn't feel compassion for every living thing they encountered.
Humans and mutated creatures were two species in complete opposition. She simply happened to possess an ability that let her exist in both camps. A split soul was a split soul. The main soul was the main soul.
What a split soul did was not the main soul's business.
"Still — what a waste of that split soul. I had such high hopes for it."
"Why can't I set a directive for split souls to automatically transfer all their cultivation back to the main body upon death?!"
The white fox rubbed her small fuzzy head with both fluffy paws.
"Fine, fine. Starting today, I'll have the split souls transfer a batch every day."
"Once I've recovered, I'll split off another soul — rinse and repeat, accumulate, build up, reach new heights!"
"Though that's going to eat a lot of time. Absorbing the transferred spiritual energy still requires me to shift my consciousness back to the main body. But I want to play ranked tonight..."
"If this keeps up, is my ranked time going to shrink?"
"What if I do weekly batch collection instead? How much spiritual energy storage does a single day even amount to, right?"
As she thought it through, the white fox nodded to herself with great satisfaction, awarding herself a mental point for cleverness.
"Right. Problem solved. Time to switch back to my human body — I've gotten so used to having two legs, these four feel all wrong."
"I'll watch some Armor Hero later. Ran into Dragon Emperor Qin Tian after all."
"Next time I send out a split soul I really need to add a directive — 'see a first-tier ability user, run immediately.' I am not having my consciousness abruptly pulled somewhere only to receive a direct lightning strike."
"I genuinely thought I was done for — wait, hold on. Something seems off."
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