A Scumbag Alpha Demon Lord's Three Thousand Beauties [Transmigration] - Chapter 2

Song Changge closed her eyes, steadied her emotions, and tried to adjust to her new identity.

After a while, she opened her eyes and looked around. This was her own sitting room, nearly a hundred square meters in size. The tables, chairs, cabinets, and shelves were all made of rosewood, exquisitely carved with intricate and elaborate patterns.

An antique-style table lamp sat on the desk, its shade edged with agate. Pearls, jade ornaments, crystals, and ivory carvings were scattered beside it. Some had been gifts from guests, while others had been collected by the original Song Changge from various places. After playing with them for a few days, she would casually toss them onto the desk.

Song Changge was filled with emotion. The Song family truly deserved its reputation as the wealthiest family in Qingdi City. An ordinary person could work hard for an entire lifetime and still not be able to afford even one leg of the table in this room.

She thought of the eight-square-meter shoebox she had rented in an urban village. The bed had been the crudest kind of hard wooden plank bed, covered with a thin mattress and a bamboo mat. There had been one table, one chair, and one cabinet—just enough to meet the bare minimum requirements for daily life.

In summer, the room was humid and sweltering, and cockroaches often appeared. She had no idea what it was like in winter, because she had already died during the summer.

While she was lost in thought, her stomach suddenly growled twice, and a wave of hunger caught her off guard. The original owner had been fooling around from evening until midnight, using up an enormous amount of stamina, so it was only natural that she would be hungry.

Song Changge saw wine, roast goose, and fruit laid out on the table, so she walked over, intending to eat her fill. The original owner rarely ate much of these things. She would only take a few token bites, then have them thrown away the next morning or fed to the dogs.

She tore off a goose leg, ripped away a large chunk of meat, and began chewing heartily. The roast goose was fragrant, crisp on the outside, tender inside, and wonderfully seasoned. It was unquestionably something a top-class chef had spent a great deal of effort preparing.

She took another sip of the wine. She knew nothing about wine and could not discuss it with the expertise of high society. She simply felt instinctively that it smelled wonderfully fragrant, tasted rich and mellow, and left a lingering finish that made it difficult to stop drinking.

She devoured the entire roast goose like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves. Because she ate too quickly, she accidentally choked and hurriedly thumped her chest several times before gulping down a few mouthfuls of wine. Only then did she manage to swallow the last piece of goose.

At that moment, someone knocked on the door from outside and asked, “What are your orders, Miss?”

Judging by the voice, it was her personal maid, Huangli. She had another personal maid named Cuiliu.

Huangli was on night duty today. If her maid discovered that she had secretly gotten up in the middle of the night to eat and had nearly choked herself to death, she would be utterly humiliated.

She cleared her throat and said loudly, “Nothing. I’m going to sleep. Don’t disturb me until I wake up.”

Huangli immediately fell silent. If she said too much, she might end up tasting Third Miss’s whip again. People said serving a ruler was like accompanying a tiger, but Third Miss was even more frightening than a tiger.

Song Changge walked into the bedroom and leaped straight onto the bed. The large golden velvet bed was soft and silky, while an enormous slab of cold jade had been laid underneath it. The two balanced each other perfectly, making the bed cool and comfortable even in the scorching summer heat.

Without the slightest restraint, she sprawled out in a starfish position and let out a long breath, so comfortable she nearly cried.

So this was what life was like in a wealthy household. Food, clothing, housing, and transportation were all of the highest quality. There was no need to worry about where the next meal would come from, nor did she have to take a job she hated simply to survive.

The most difficult question she had to consider each day was where to eat, drink, and have fun, then take some pocket money and wander around searching for rare treasures.

If she ever felt like building a career, she could simply choose the field she liked most and throw herself into it. Even if she failed, there would still be countless other paths available to her.

The more clearly she saw these truths, the more bitter her heart felt. Song Changge covered her eyes with the back of her hand, suppressing the urge to cry. She tried desperately not to think about her failed previous life, not to think about her parents’ coldness and cruelty, and to drive those painful memories from her mind.

After a long while, she lowered her hand and softly told herself, “It’s all in the past now—everything I have now, I absolutely have to cherish it!”

She stared at the golden bed curtains as though she had made some kind of decision. Then, breathing in the scent of sandalwood, she fell into a deep sleep.

Song Changge slept until the sun was high in the sky before slowly waking. After lying there for another fifteen minutes, she followed habit and instinct, draped a floor-length silk robe over herself, walked to the full-length mirror, and began admiring her beauty and figure.

Although this body was tall and beautiful, its face still retained a youthful innocence, fair and fresh-looking. If one did not know what the original Song Changge had done, this harmless-looking face could probably deceive plenty of kindhearted older women.

This entire sequence of actions came from the original owner’s habits. She had been an extremely narcissistic person, which was why she had placed such a huge full-length mirror in her sitting room.

Of course, the mirror had another purpose as well: she would strip the people she abducted completely naked and force them to watch themselves being humiliated in front of it.

When Song Changge came across those memories, she could not help feeling a sense of guilt and embarrassment, as though she were secretly watching videos that children definitely should not see.

She had been single since birth for all twenty-two years of her life. When had she ever seen anything so erotic? Worse still, she had been the one taking the lead. Every stimulating sensation in those memories felt incomparably real, as though she herself had personally taken part.

She watched only a few scenes before her body began reacting, her breathing growing rapid and her face flushing hot. If she kept watching, something was going to happen. Before she understood exactly how and why she had transmigrated, she did not dare act rashly.

She decided to skip those fragments of memory for now and search through other, more basic and important information.

Then she discovered a serious problem.

The world she was now in was called the Yuanling Continent, home to all kinds of living races and species. Humans were mainly distributed across the Eastern Isles, the Central Region, and the Western Territories. Qingdi City was located in the eastern part of the Central Region.

To the north lay the frigid Beiming Ice Abyss, where, according to rumor, some rare and powerful spirit beasts lived. To the south lay the warm Liuli Sea, the realm of the merfolk, which produced precious merfolk silk and merfolk pearls.

The two most important indicators on the Yuanling Continent were spiritual potential and pheromones. Spiritual potential determined one’s career, while pheromones determined one’s love life.

However, both of the original owner’s indicators were extremely weak. Her initial spiritual potential was a pitiful Level 1, impossibly far from the maximum Level 99. Forget being comparable to a demon—even some humans with better natural aptitude surpassed her.

Pheromones directly determined attractiveness and fertility. Before pheromones, both appearance and spiritual potential took a back seat. Generally speaking, the stronger someone’s pheromones were, the more exceptional their appearance and spiritual potential tended to be as well.

Thus, the differences between people on the Yuanling Continent were enormous. The strong grew ever stronger, while the weak grew ever weaker.

The original owner’s situation, however, was extremely unusual. Her appearance was outstanding, yet her pheromones were so weak they were almost imperceptible. This was rather tragic, because it meant that she could not make Yin-attributed people genuinely fall for her and could only force them through power and coercion.

“How could this be?” Song Changge murmured to herself.

Logically speaking, demons were countless times stronger than humans. A half-demon in the Human Realm should have been an overwhelmingly dominant existence. There was no way she should have been weakened to this extent. Something must have happened to the original owner that caused her spiritual potential to be sealed.

Being able to live freely and enjoy all the finest food and comforts was already an incredibly happy thing. But Song Changge did not want to become a useless rich fool who knew nothing except how to indulge herself. She had far greater ambitions.

She held her breath, focused her mind, and roamed through the palace of memories, trying to uncover the secret hidden within the original owner’s body.