When she woke up, she wasn't Qingzi anymore.
"You are my new agent," it hissed. "Every demon, bully, or corrupted exorcist you juice... their essence becomes power. Juice enough, and you might keep your own soul."
"Or I juice you for real next time. Breakfast smoothie." Xia Qingzi - The Demon Girl Juicing. Chapter 1....
The juicer wasn't a juicer. It was a cursed artifact—an ancient demonic press called .
His arrogance, his muscles, his bad attitude—all of it liquefied into a small, glowing glass of amber liquid. The label materialized out of thin air: "Bully Juice. Notes: Tangy with a bitter finish. High in toxicity, zero in nutritional value." When she woke up, she wasn't Qingzi anymore
The moment Qingzi plugged it in, the machine whirred to life with a sound like a dying choir. A pomegranate rolled off the counter by itself. It wasn't red. It was black, veined with pulsing orange light. Before she could scream, the juicer's arm grabbed her wrist.
Delicious, whispered a voice in her head. The juicer's spirit. Now find me riper fruit. their essence becomes power
The other two bullies ran screaming.