"Mr. Luo Wei, this is the kitchen of our manor."
"Oh, thank you."
Luo Wei followed the maid Susan, who was in charge of the kitchen, all the way to the kitchen on the first floor.
The kitchen of the manor was ridiculously large, and the smell of smoked ingredients hit him in the face.
Ophelia didn't come down; with her extreme cleanliness, she certainly wouldn't want to enter the kitchen. The only one following him was her confidant, Caroline.
Of course, there were also a few other maids and chefs in the kitchen who were watching.
Luo Wei pretended to look around, quickly glancing at them.
It was too crowded here, and it wasn't very convenient to do things.
"Hmm... let's start by showing me the ingredients in the manor." He said casually.
"Yes." Maid Susan immediately responded.
She followed behind Luo Wei, curiously observing the back of this young gentleman.
Ever since Mr. Luo Wei moved into the manor, although it hadn't been long, the changes he brought were very significant.
In the past, Princess Ophelia spent most of her time immersed in official duties, rarely paying attention to anything unrelated to work.
And since she didn't like to talk much, the atmosphere in the entire manor was very quiet and dull.
But ever since Mr. Luo Wei moved in, Princess Ophelia seemed like a different person. She spoke more, and the occasional smile appeared on her face.
The usually expressionless Princess Ophelia had smiled more in these few days than she had in the past several years.
Such a change was almost jaw-dropping for them, the longtime confidantes who served her.
Of course, they dared not gossip about the affairs between the Princess and Mr. Luo Wei.
However, she really hoped that Mr. Luo Wei could stay in the manor longer. That way, the Princess's mood would definitely improve.
It seemed that Mr. Luo Wei also liked it here.
When he was with the Princess, they looked well-matched, both gentle with each other, and they didn't argue. It looked very warm and their relationship seemed exceptionally good.
If the manor had such a male master, it would actually be quite nice...
Susan thought to herself.
However... if Luo Wei knew what the maid was thinking, he would definitely want to complain about it.
He didn't want to stay in this broken manor at all; he just wanted to blow it up.
Yes, blow it up.
Luo Wei walked around the huge kitchen several times, memorizing the location of the adjacent steam boiler room.
He also secretly noted down every cooking tool, utensil, and mechanical device that could use magical power.
As the residence of the Princess, the largest noble in the empire, this luxurious manor was far more comfortable than it appeared. It was warm in winter and cool in summer, extremely pleasant.
This was all thanks to the magical technology, which allowed such a retro building to have air conditioning-like effects.
But corresponding to the comfort, these magical devices also brought a "small" safety hazard.
The "airship explosion case" that shocked the citizens of the Royal Capital had just happened not long ago, and the mastermind had not yet been caught. The ripple had not yet subsided, and the entire city was still on edge.
So...
Even if Ophelia could use her power to trap him here and cover up the news, what if another extremely similar "explosion case" occurred?
Involving that level, even Princess Ophelia might not be able to cover it up anymore.
Thinking of this, Luo Wei looked at the maids around him and deliberately showed a picky and dissatisfied expression.
"This is too bad..."
"This is missing, that is missing!"
"The kitchen of the Princess, the fifth daughter of the empire, can't even find a bag of rice. It's not afraid of being laughed at."
"Ah?" Maid Susan looked at him in confusion.
She didn't expect that Luo Wei wanted to cook something related to rice. Their usual menu indeed lacked such ingredients.
The maid asked very responsibly, "Mr. Luo Wei, what do you need? Please list it out, and I'll go out to buy it for you."
Luo Wei looked at her and smiled, saying:
"Alright, I need..."
After sending the maid to buy ingredients, there were fewer people in the kitchen, but there was still that annoying Caroline.
Luo Wei wasn't in a hurry; he could always find a way to get rid of her.
He began to think about another matter.
【Member List...】
【Abnormal-001: Evelyn Abraham】
Opening the team interface, Luo Wei could faintly sense the other's presence, as there was a certain connection between them.
Although he couldn't directly summon Evelyn, Luo Wei could give her some "instructions" regardless of the distance.
For example:
【Remove Restrictions】
【Free Attack Mode (Team members can freely explore and fight)】
Or:
【Punishment Order】
【Restraint Mode (Create a painful chain to forcibly restrict the team member's mobility and reduce their pollution level)】
Luo Wei leaned against the kitchen wall, amusing himself.
【Remove Restrictions】
【Punishment Order】
【Remove Restrictions】
【Punishment Order】
...
Evelyn's expression, far away in Saint Callen on the other side, must be very interesting.
Luo Wei wasn't deliberately teasing her or bored and looking for trouble.
He was just expressing his "presence."
After taking in Evelyn, the two hadn't been together for too long.
Their relationship... was a bit strange.
After all, no one wants to be locked up in an old house, unable to go anywhere, and suddenly having a "master."
Evelyn must still harbor resentment towards him, full of complaints.
She probably clapped her hands with joy when she saw him being forcibly taken away by Ophelia...
But Luo Wei wouldn't let her go.
Because she was his only remaining influence on the outside world. To escape from this manor, he still needed her help.
Back then, when Luo Wei let her go, it was after hearing that Ophelia had returned to the Royal Capital, and he had thought of a way out in advance.
Now, it was time to use this card...
...
In the eastern district of Saint Callen, in a quiet alley.
This was a shortcut out of the city. Evelyn, carrying a travel bag, hurried along the road.
Suddenly, a strange noise came from the front of the quiet alley.
Evelyn became alert, and a bit of blood magic gathered in her hand.
"Who's there!"
She shouted coldly.
A black shadow flashed quickly, and Evelyn saw several familiar black tentacles.
Helena, with a blank expression, appeared in front of her.
"You look so hurried..."
She glanced at Evelyn, who was dressed neatly, and asked softly:
"Are you trying to escape?"
Evelyn recognized the person in front of her, relaxed her vigilant eyes for a moment, and then chuckled.
"What's with the talk of escaping? Do I need to report to you where I want to go?"
"That won't do..." Helena continued to approach without expression.
Her tentacles also spread out.
Evelyn frowned immediately. "Get out of the way! I have something urgent to do!"
"No!" Helena's tentacles immediately extended.
The tentacles covered the narrow alley, completely blocking Evelyn's path.
"Go save my brother! Otherwise, you're not allowed to leave the city!"
Evelyn sighed and put down her travel bag.
"Save Luo Wei?"
She shrugged. "Does he even need me to save him... I'm sure he's on a sweet honeymoon with his old flame right now. I don't want to disturb their good time..."
Unexpectedly, this joke-like muttering immediately touched Helena's sensitive nerves.
"Sweet honeymoon..."
"Sweet honeymoon?"
She shook her head excitedly. "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
"Brother... Brother doesn't like that weird woman at all! What's good about her?!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
