Chapter 37: Succubus

A new body had been created from scratch. Every detail matched the description Ethan had given—no, it was even better.

Anita stared at the body before her, her golden eyes trembling. “Mister ... is this really me?”

How could she not be overwhelmed? She had never said it out loud, afraid of being a burden to Ethan, but deep down, she had desperately wanted a body again. To feel. To move. To play. To be herself again.

And now, right in front of her, was a perfected version of herself. Her golden hair and eyes gleamed, her new form radiating an almost divine pressure. This wasn’t just a body—this was a second chance.

“Yes,” Ethan said warmly. “This is for you. I hope you like it. Go on, Anita. Take back your life. Take back what was unjustly stolen from you, my dear angel.”

Anita’s throat tightened. She wanted to cry. But instead, she clenched her small fists, steeling herself, and stepped forward.

The moment she entered the body, everything clicked into place. There was no struggle, no resistance—this body had been made for her. Her soul settled into it effortlessly, the connection forming as if it had never been broken.

Ethan watched, a deep sense of pride welling inside him.

Esmeray, on the other hand, was still in shock. “How ... how did you do this?” she muttered. “This isn’t normal creation. Creating something from nothing is unheard of. Even gods can’t do this.”

Ethan met her gaze, unfazed. He might not understand the full extent of what he had just done, but even he knew that bringing something into existence from nothing was beyond ordinary means.

“It’s just an ability of mine,” he said simply, waving it off. “Don’t think too much about it.”

He smoothly changed the subject. “Anyway, what about you? Do you want your body restored as it was, at your peak? Or do you want to start over—from zero?”