Zhao still held firmly to his principle that to fight demons, one must also use demonic powers. He and Yamile, being mere humans, would certainly lose in a confrontation. Perhaps they could emerge victorious in the first battle, but they would undoubtedly face defeat and death in the second one.

That was why Zhao kept forcing Yamile to use Niroki's demon power. Yamile clearly refused, but Zhao chose to take a wicked path to ensure his sister received that power.

He then entered their late parents’ bedroom. Inside was a tightly sealed safe. Within it was stored a highly valuable item: the Niroki pendant, which had been passed down to Yamile.

Zhao quickly opened the safe using a code he already knew. The safe opened, revealing a small black box inside that housed the pendant.

"Hope I made the right choice," he murmured as he opened the box. The beautiful green pendant emitted a soft yet mesmerizing glow.

He took the pendant and left the room. At the time, Zhao was cooking porridge. He slipped the peanut-sized pendant into a round-shaped topping. Zhao made several similar toppings to disguise the pendant’s presence.

Once cooked, the porridge was served to Yamile. She ate it with an enormous appetite, unaware that she had just swallowed the pendant.

"This porridge is delicious; I feel instantly refreshed," said Yamile cheerfully.

Zhao watched his sister closely. There was no change at all, and the pendant’s power had not yet shown. “Is the power really working in her body?” Zhao wondered silently.

"Do you want more porridge?" Zhao asked.

"No! I just want to take a shower; I smell terrible," Yamile replied.

Yamile rose and headed toward the bathroom, walking slowly and gracefully like a queen consort.

"Huh? Why is she walking like that? She usually walks like a man," Zhao muttered in surprise. Yamile was a tomboy — she normally walked with firm, rapid steps like a soldier.

“Is this the effect of the pendant’s power?” Zhao murmured.

Zhao was stunned by the situation, especially when he remembered that Yamile had been seriously injured after the fight last night. But this morning, she looked healthy and walked without pain. It was truly a miracle!

After a while, Yamile finished showering, changed clothes, and joined her brother in the living room. Zhao, meanwhile, was busy reading the Demonic Shadow Encyclopedia to find information about behavioral changes after obtaining demonic powers.

When Yamile appeared, Zhao was shocked. She was wearing a tank top and hot pants — extremely feminine. Normally, she wore knee-length shorts paired with oversized t-shirts.

"Zhao! Take me shopping; I want to buy more tank tops and hot pants like these," said Yamile.

"Are you okay?Why are you so feminine now? You usually always behave like a man," Zhao replied.

Yamile was shocked, having just come to terms with the fact that she typically behaved like a man. She became embarrassed and tried to act casual.

"Well, it’s not wrong for a woman to wear this kind of clothing. Besides, it’s really comfortable to wear at home," she replied, trying to justify herself.

"No! We can’t go out. I’m sure we’re being hunted by enemies — we need to stay hidden for now," Zhao answered.

Yamile understood, but her confusion grew. She didn’t like acting feminine, yet she was now doing it unconsciously. Returning to her room, she was baffled by how she dressed.

"Why do I suddenly feel confident showing off my cleavage and long legs?" she muttered while looking at herself in the mirror.

"Maybe it’s from the fight yesterday... did it mess with my brain?" she mumbled, hitting her head in frustration.

Yamile was still deep in thought, confused about this change in her behavior. Suddenly...

"You're pretty, but clueless when it comes to dressing," said a woman’s voice.

Yamile looked around, her eyes scanning the entire room. "Who’s there?" she asked, trying to find the one mocking her.

But there was no one — she was alone in the room. Still confused, Yamile heard the voice again.

"Look into the mirror," the woman instructed.

Yamile obeyed and looked at the mirror. To her shock, her left eye had turned green. "This is me!" the woman declared — a voice that only Yamile could hear.

Of course, this startled Yamile. "Who are you?" she asked seriously.

"I am you, and you are me. We have become one, so there is no you or me," the woman’s voice echoed in her mind.

Yamile had felt fear and confusion earlier, but now she was focused. "Why do you speak so vaguely? Are you a creature incapable of communicating properly?" Yamile snapped.

"Hahaha! How bold of you to insult me," the woman laughed.

"I don’t care who you are. Get out of my body!" Yamile declared.

As her anger boiled over, the voice disappeared. Her emotions were in disarray, and she couldn’t think clearly. All she felt was rage. What was happening to her? Why were strange voices disturbing her?

She tried to recall what had happened. Last night, she had fought Rana, the Kalanak. Her body had felt normal then — nothing like the strange changes she was experiencing now. Was it an injury from the fight?

Yamile examined her body more thoroughly. She then went to find her brother Zhao, who was still busy with the Demonic Shadow Encyclopedia.

She approached Zhao with a piercing stare. Her anger was obvious. Zhao felt uneasy. “Why does she look so furious? Has she figured out I tricked her?” Zhao wondered.

"Zhao! Tell me everything that happened last night, starting from when you brought me home," Yamile demanded.

Zhao realized Yamile was suspicious and wanted to know the full story. He racked his brain, trying to explain things without making her even angrier. He told her everything — how he escaped the rope, tracked the motorbike with the GPS, and saved her from Rana’s stab.

Yamile listened closely, piecing together the chronology to understand what might have happened to her body.

“What’s wrong?” Zhao asked cautiously, trying not to provoke her.

“I feel strange… I heard a woman’s voice mocking me,” Yamile explained.

“Maybe it’s from last night’s fight. You might have taken a hard blow to the head, which could’ve affected your brain,” Zhao replied. He was scared of her anger, but deep down, he was satisfied. His mission to grant his sister demonic power had succeeded.