As I let out a delighted scream, my sister Seol looked at me with an exasperated expression.

“Well, it’s a shame about the Neidan, but… I suppose it’s as good as having consumed it.”

It seemed that Seol was disappointed that Cho had eaten the Neidan.

But whether it was 120 years old, 1,200 years old, or even 12,000 years old, the Neidan no longer mattered.

Seeing how beautifully Cho had grown, nothing else was important anymore.

I immediately lunged forward and hugged Cho tightly.

“Cho! You’ve grown into such a beautiful form! Your dad is overwhelmed with joy! Were you upset that I didn’t recognize you? But Cho, you’ve become so stunning that I couldn’t help it!”

Isn’t it a father’s duty to celebrate his daughter’s growth?

Especially when she looks this amazing, celebrating a thousand, even ten thousand times, would still be warranted.

Ts, tsrurrut…

With a shy noise, Cho burrowed into my embrace, and I felt the smooth yet firm texture of her chitinous exoskeleton filling my arms.

However, Cho’s shell wasn’t just solid and hard.@@novelbin@@

Within that firmness, I could sense the strange flexibility unique to centipede shells.

A texture that balanced strength and elasticity, allowing her to slip through the narrowest gaps—this was Cho’s new body.

It was reminiscent of the time I held the fully matured Cheon Pan O-Gong in my dreams.

‘Yes! This is it! This is what I was waiting for!’

At that moment, a flood of emotions washed over me, similar to what I had felt in my past life when raising large snakes.

The overwhelming strength that could only be felt from massive creatures was now emanating from Cho’s body as well.

‘This… this feels like going from petting a cat to petting a tiger!’

In my past life, I had filmed at zoos several times.

As a venomous creature YouTuber, zoos were frequent filming locations, and during my final shoot—when my channel was nearing a million subscribers—I had the opportunity to interact with not just venomous creatures but various animals. Holding Cho now brought back the sensation of touching a 100-day-old tiger cub.

When humans encounter the unknown, they instinctively compare it to past experiences.

Before I touched a tiger, I had naturally thought of dogs or cats.

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