Reborn with Steve Stand-Chapter 850: Everything turns to Girls!

After bidding Logan goodbye, Fang Mo quickly returned to his room.

But the moment he pushed the door open, he saw Mǎyù Líng (in human form) stretched out on the living room sofa. She looked completely at ease, her shoes tossed on the floor. Her legs, clad in silk stockings, were propped up and swaying back and forth. In both hands, she held pieces of cherry pie, munching noisily. Crumbs dotted her plump cheeks.

“…”

At that sight, Fang Mo’s expression darkened. He recalled Logan’s words earlier—this so-called “FW Blade” had just about devoured all the sweet food at the school. It turned out Logan wasn’t exaggerating.

“Ah, Boss!”

Hearing the door open, Mǎyù Líng turned her head and noticed Fang Mo. “You’re back?”

“Yeah.”

Fang Mo responded, stepping into the living room.

“Boss, I’ve recently discovered something.”

Mǎyù Líng looked in fine spirits, her cat-ears twitching. She sprang up from the couch. “It turns out being human is so fun—because you can eat food! This thing called ‘sugar’ is amazing!”

“You like sugar?”

Fang Mo eyed the cherry pie she was holding.

Honestly, he had never heard of a sword that loved sweets.

“Mm-hmm!”

She nodded enthusiastically, then held out half of her cherry pie to Fang Mo. “Here! Let’s share, Boss—this stuff is delicious!”

“…”

Fang Mo eyed the crescent-shaped bite she’d taken out of it. After a moment’s thought, he relented and took a bite. The rich cherry flavor was tangy, sweet, and faintly laced with cream and wine. It wasn’t bad, but he didn’t really love sweet things, so he handed it back to her after a single taste.

“You’re not into it, Boss?”

She noticed that Fang Mo wasn’t interested.

“I don’t care much for sweets,”

he said, plopping down on the sofa. “Anyway, not all sugar tastes good…”

“No way!”

She didn’t believe him, so she slid closer, counting on her fingers: “Honey, cane sugar, maple sugar—I tried them all! Could there be a sugar out there that doesn’t taste good?”

“Try deoxyribose.”

Seeing this cat-eared girl who resembled a high schooler, Fang Mo rolled his eyes and turned his head away.

“Deoxyri…bose?”

She repeated it, and her face abruptly changed, comprehension dawning. “Uh—!?”

“Bo-Boss, calm down…”

In a fluster, Mǎyù Líng babbled, “I’m your weapon, not a toilet! If you can’t hold it in, go find Laevatein—she’s plenty hot inside…”

“Do you hear yourself right now?

Fang Mo rubbed his face.

“I…”

Ears flattening, Mǎyù Líng shrank back. Then, in a small voice, she said, “I do have an X-level beheading enchant. It can chop off any sort of head—”

“You’ve said enough. Eat your cherry pie.”

Fang Mo sighed. “I actually planned to call out the other weapons, too…”

“Huh?”

She blinked. “For real? So we can all play mahjong together!?”

“…”

Fang Mo just ignored her at that point. With a thought, he pulled out several favorite weapons. Truthfully, his arsenal was rather large: besides the Mǎyù Líng Blade, there was the Flame Sword Laevatein, the Light Sword Claimh Solais, the Black Hole Greatsword of Degenerate Matter, the Darkness Sword Shoggoth, and the World-Destroying Poop Sword. All of these possessed self-awareness.

On top of that, he still had the Sea Sword, the Meme Scythe, the Planet-Eater Shovel, and the Longbow of the Heavens. But the final “Creation Spike Block” was just a block, so it didn’t count. Nor did the Divine Tree Sword, because he considered it unfinished. After all, he still needed to combine it with the Ten-Tails or something along those lines.

Since he’d said he wanted everything “girlified,” he’d follow through. So, after a moment’s pondering, Fang Mo pulled out several “Life Enchantment” tomes to give consciousness to any weapon that still lacked it.

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And once these weapons all had minds of their own…his room exploded with noise.

“Alright, we’re back, though not at the same time, it’s the same old Che-shuo [(some random catchphrase)]. I, Shizhenxiang, am back once again!”

“Chirp!”

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“Whoa, Boss called us all here, huh?”

“I’m hungry. Wanna eat some dirt blocks.”

“Holy crap, check it out! The FW Blade turned into a girl!”

“What!? Hahaha! Blade Bro, are you out of moves, so you turned female to get the Boss’s attention? Was biting the lighter not enough—did you remove the word ‘lighter’ and keep only ‘bite’?”

“Tsk, tsk, still pulling the edgy [‘high Si’]** style, I see.”**

“She sure looks like Hesha [some cultural reference?].**

“Blade Bro, you know the Boss likes ‘em pale—why’re you repping that style?”

“Enough out of you!”

The “Mǎyù Líng Blade”—who was currently in human form—was enraged. “Keep mocking me?!”

“Haha, so what if I am?”

Laevatein roared with laughter, his voice booming like an erupting volcano. “C’mere, feel my hilt!”

“You…”

Mǎyù Líng glowered, ready to curse her out, but a sudden idea crossed her mind, and she grinned wickedly. “Hehe, guess you guys don’t know the situation, do you?”

“Situation?”

The other weapons blinked. “What situation?”

“Boss, Boss!”

Mǎyù Líng ignored them, sidling closer to Fang Mo with a sly look. “Transform Laevatein next—she’s the spiciest of us all!”

“Oh, sure.”

Fang Mo didn’t mind. He’d planned to transform all of them eventually; who cared about the order? He beckoned, and Laevatein flew into his hand.

“B-Boss?”

With Mǎyù Líng’s warning, Laevatein suddenly felt uneasy. “What are you doing!?”

“Turning you into a catgirl.”

Fang Mo’s demonstration required no further explanation. He activated the mod’s power, and a bright glow enveloped Laevatein.

“She’s changing! She’s changing!”

Mǎyù Líng squealed with excitement from the sofa.

Soon the glow faded, and a young woman fell out of midair with a dull thud.

“Hmm?”

Fang Mo took a moment to look her over. Just like Mǎyù Líng and the Bedrock Golem earlier, this new arrival had no clothes. Unlike Mǎyù Líng’s high-school physique, Laevatein looked older. Her legs were long and straight, her figure curvy and womanly, hair waist-length and fire-red. However, instead of cat ears, she had two large horns like a blazing crown, reminiscent of the flame giant inside her.

“Huh…?”

Laevatein stared at her hands in disbelief. “What’s happening?”

“Hahaha!”

From the couch, Mǎyù Líng guffawed. “Laevatein, you’re older than me! Now you’re finished…everyone knows Boss likes ‘em young!”

“What!?”

Laevatein was instantly appalled.

“Wait, she really changed?”

The other weapons, who’d been gawking at the show, finally grasped the danger that they could be next.

“Alright.”

Fang Mo gave them no chance, raising his hand again. The next weapon soared over—a Degenerate Black Hole Greatsword. It didn’t protest. A flash of white light, and a tiny figure tumbled out.

Fang Mo took one look: it was a very young girl, so childish she could practically be his daughter. Pale skin, a heavy fringe of ash-gray hair, an expressionless round face. But before Fang Mo could react, the newcomer smashed into the floor with a BOOM and vanished into the crater. The entire Xavier estate shook, dust clouds filling the air.

“…Crap!”

Fang Mo exclaimed, quickly using his Void Ring to take control of the situation. After some time, the dust settled, and the little girl slowly floated out of the bottomless pit.

“She’s even younger than me…”

Mǎyù Líng whimpered, “Boss doesn’t like me anymore…”

“Didn’t the cherry pie shut you up yet?”

Fang Mo sighed. He conjured two doughnuts from Steve. “Eat these and hush.”

With Mǎyù Líng gagged by sweets, Fang Mo refocused on the other weapons.

“It’s our turn, huh?”

Sensing the inevitable, they started to panic. Not all of them, though—two were actually approaching him voluntarily.

“Chii~~!”

One was the huge black sword, now flowing into a slimy black mass that leaped into Fang Mo’s arms, affectionately cooing.

“Alright, you don’t need to transform,”

Fang Mo said, petting it. Truthfully, the Dark Sword was a special case. Whereas other swords sealed within them a flame giant or an evil hot spring, in the “Dark Sword’s” case, it was the Shoggoth that had entirely fused with the sword, or vice versa. The Shoggoth itself was formless, meaning it could transform into multiple forms at will and didn’t need additional “life creation” or “girlifying.”

“Boss, Boss! Me, me!”

Another sword piped up.

“Hm?”

Fang Mo looked over.

“I want to turn, too!”

It was the World-Destroying Poop Sword, forged from pig iron and excrement ingots, plus a hot spring and meteorite enhancements. “I can’t wait to experience the bathroom as a human!”

“Er…”

Fang Mo hesitated. The notion of “poop sword” becoming a girl was…alarming. He pictured a comedic style from some internet artist, but this was 3D real life. Yet, he decided to just do it. If it turned out awful, he’d revoke the mod privileges from it.

So he inhaled and seized the hilt. White light flared. Instantly, Fang Mo yanked his hand away, wary of…accidents. When the glow subsided, surprisingly, a normal-looking teenage girl stood there: chestnut-brown wavy hair, amber eyes. She seemed about Laevatein’s age but was quite flat-chested, though still cute in a mischievous way.

“Phew…”

Fang Mo exhaled in relief.

“Ah, she changed! She changed!”

Mǎyù Líng exclaimed, her mouth full of doughnut. The newly transformed teen examined her body joyfully, then sprang up off the floor:

“I want to go poop!!!”

With that, she bolted toward the bathroom.

“Sis, hold on.”

Mǎyù Líng called after her through a mouthful of doughnut, “You just showed up, wh—”

“Bang bang bang!”

Before she could finish, a loud knock on the door came from the hallway, followed by Logan’s irritated voice: “Fang Mo! What are you doing in there at this hour!?