Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 156 - 128: Not Because I’m Stupid_1

Chapter 156: Chapter 128: Not Because I’m Stupid_1

Although he had mentally prepared himself for some time and instinct had better adapted him to those strange changes, when the day actually arrived, the shock was still quite significant.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have rolled off the bed in fright early in the morning after seeing his tail.

Before, whether it was the mutation of his olfactory organs or the growth of venomous fangs, at least he still looked like a normal person on a daily basis.

Once the tail came out, he was directly another species!

Feng Yi rinsed his face with cold water and calmed down.

Well, he had to face it sooner or later.

He learned more about the tail from his butler; the information was quite substantial, but it was pointless to think too much about it at the current stage.

The tail hadn’t been out for long. The butler said this was because the development was still ongoing, the dormant energy within his body was continuously accumulating, and he was slowly adapting. It needed to provide sufficient energy support for cellular differentiation in a short period of time.

Changes in form required cellular differentiation that was different from normal people, and all had to be completed in a very short time. If the energy conversion couldn’t keep up with the speed of cellular differentiation, it would lead to the dizziness Feng Yi felt in the morning, similar to hypoglycemia, and he would be unable to maintain the form.

However, knowing these reasons, Feng Yi felt more certain and indeed was not so panicked.

Therefore, when he opened his eyes the next morning and saw the swinging tip of his tail again, after a brief moment of panic, Feng Yi grabbed the tip of his tail to study it.

What does grabbing one’s own tail tip feel like?

It’s pretty much like grabbing one’s own toes.

At the same time, imagine waking up and seeing your own feet...

Feng Yi held the tip of his tail and ruthlessly slung it to the other end of the bed.

His control over the tail was not strong yet; he could only manually fling it.

He swung once, but didn’t let go.

He had underestimated the weight.

So the second time, Feng Yi exerted more force.

A bit too forcefully, the tail drew an arc in the air, and when it fell to the side of the bed, a section slid onto the floor, making a soft "thud."

Thinking of something, Feng Yi lifted the blanket to look at his lower body.

"Wow!"

The scales were tightly covering it.

Does this mean that... this form has especially strong defensive power?

Feng Yi began to ponder how attack and defense would function in this form.

Until a wave of weakness and dizziness came over him and quickly receded.

When he looked down again, the tail had disappeared.

But compared to yesterday, the tail had stayed out for a few minutes longer. Just as the butler had said, its appearances during the day would gradually become longer.

In the following days, the duration the tail stayed out while Feng Yi was conscious gradually increased each day.

Every day when Feng Yi woke up, the first thing he did was to sling the tail that was propping his chin to the side.

He didn’t know why he woke up in that position every day.

This tail couldn’t stay put!

Initially, when Feng Yi woke up and saw his tail in the morning, he would continue to lie down for a while and wait for the tail to disappear before getting out of bed.

However, starting from the third day, Feng Yi’s control over the tail had improved slightly, so he no longer needed to manually sling his tail, and he began to practice moving his tail.

He would sling it from one side to the other, swaying it left and right.

Sometimes he didn’t control the force or angle well, and the end of the tail would slip from the edge of the bed to the floor, making a thud. But there was a carpet underneath, and the section that slid onto the floor was not long, and it did not cause any unbearable impact on the floor.

Feng Yi looked at his tail, thankful that his bed was big enough, the ceiling high enough, and the floor and walls sturdy. This prevented unnecessary noise and structural damage when he was flinging his tail.

By the fifth day, the tail could maintain itself for half an hour after waking up, and Feng Yi considered his control of the tail to have improved considerably. He felt ready to try moving around on the ground in his new form.

As the tail’s appearances grew longer, Feng Yi couldn’t always just lie in bed waiting for it to disappear. Sooner or later, he would have to move around on the ground in this form.

Whether it’s walking straight or in an S-shape, it wasn’t much of a difference!

Theoretically, once the tail touched the ground, he would be able to walk immediately by instinct!

However—

Before getting out of bed: Such a simple thing, I couldn’t possibly fail!

After getting out of bed: This tail doesn’t obey my commands at all!

Reality hit hard.

Feng Yi fell right on the floor as soon as he got out of bed.

Downstairs, Chef Bing sat at the kitchen doorway, waiting for Feng Yi to get up and make breakfast.

He was gnawing on a tomato when suddenly, he heard a thud from the ceiling above.

Bing maintained his tomato-nibbling pose and listened carefully, but couldn’t make out anything.

Lately, there had been some sounds of objects dropping upstairs, not too loud, and the butler said they should be ignored.

But today’s noise wasn’t just some object falling naturally; it was definitely a heavy object moving unusually before hitting the ground!

So Bing softly called out to the butler and shot him a questioning look.

The butler, scrolling through news on his tablet, heard Bing’s call and sighed, "Don’t mind it; you’ll get used to it after a while."

Upstairs.

Feng Yi lay in a room over five meters high.

He lay there for a while, struggling and flicking his tail a few times before turning over and continuing to lie there.

Like a clumsy salted fish.

He never imagined that the first thing he’d learn after transforming was the way of the salted fish.

Since he was the only one living on this floor, he wasn’t worried about being seen, and it wasn’t embarrassing if nobody witnessed it!

Fortunately, the house was big enough, the staff lived downstairs, and seldom came upstairs.

Once the tail disappeared, Feng Yi stood up again, his feet firmly planted on the ground, and the weak struggle from before turned steady.

The exhaustion vanished, and his whole body felt relaxed.

With a long sigh, Feng Yi changed his clothes and went downstairs.

The commotion just now felt like it used up quite a bit of energy, so Feng Yi asked Bing to make more breakfast, a larger portion.

Afterward, he went to ask the butler about the troubles he had encountered that morning.

"It’s just... out of control, can’t muster strength, can’t stand up."

The butler listened carefully, pondered for a moment, and offered a calm and serene smile as usual, comforting, "Don’t worry. Evolution and development are gradual processes; you can’t master them overnight. You need to give it more time."

Feng Yi frowned in thought, then nodded in agreement, "True."

From not being able to see it at all to being able to see the moment he opened his eyes, and now maintaining it for more than half an hour in the morning, the tail had indeed made significant progress.

In a short time, the entire lower half of his body’s cells had differentiated into another form, and the muscles and skeleton had changed accordingly. Though it looked fine on the outside, the restructuring of muscles and bones might not be perfected yet, which could be why he couldn’t stand up.

It was like the initial mutation phase, with the development of a heightened sense of smell and those two venomous fangs; they needed time to grow and adapt.

Thinking this way, Feng Yi felt reassured.

It wasn’t that he was too stupid or that his instincts were weak; it was just that his development wasn’t sufficient.

Due to insufficient development, he couldn’t properly control his center of gravity and balance, nor could he handle the force and new movement techniques of his transformed state!

A normal phenomenon.

Having understood that, Feng Yi asked, "Did my great-grandma also experience this?"

The butler paused, then replied, "Individuals do have their differences."

Feng Yi: "..."

Sorry for exposing you to the world’s inconsistencies.

The butler’s face lifted into a smile again, comforting, "Really, there’s no need to rush; take your time."

Feng Yi wasn’t in a hurry, but he did feel a bit deflated.

According to information revealed by the butler, after his tail appeared, he would have to adapt to his new form. Soon afterwards, he’d go through a shedding, and after the shedding, his tail would become stronger, and the transformation would be easier. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about uncontrollably changing shape at night, and he could go out to enjoy the nightlife!

But before shedding, he had to learn how to walk with his tail!

If he couldn’t even stand stable on flat ground, there was no way he could rough up his skin on the stony path outside, which was designed to aid in shedding.

Every morning, during that brief period when the tail appeared, Feng Yi practiced controlling it. He could distinctly feel his control growing rapidly, and it became easier to find his center and adjust his balance. The other issues, he’d figure out a solution to after falling a few more times.

The only bother was that his falls were a bit loud.

But that wasn’t a big deal.

The butler had said that the house was custom-built by his great-grandma, and the floorboards were very sturdy; they could handle a lot of impacts provided they weren’t deliberate pounding.

Bing also caught on to the pattern: if there was continuous noise upstairs, he wouldn’t rush to prepare meals. When the noise ceased, it meant the boss was coming down, and that was when he’d start preparing breakfast, the substantial kind. The butler said the boss had been burning through a lot of energy lately and needed extra nourishment.

As for the butler.

If he wasn’t seen inside, he was certainly out on that stony path.

He’d say there was no rush, yet he was there cleaning the stones every day, morning and evening!