Inside the grand edifice that was the Wuhan family residence, chaos reigned supreme. The air buzzed with tension and panic as if the very walls were trembling with distress.The family matriarch, Grandma Mingxuan, lay in a dire state—her frail form confined to the bed, eyes closed, and life hanging on by a thread. The room was awash with an air of despair, the once serene space now charged with a palpable sense of urgency.Wingyu, the family's head, was a whirlwind of emotions. His face displayed a storm of fear, anger, and helplessness as he paced back and forth, his footsteps echoing off the polished marble floors. He had arrived too late to prevent the tragic event, and his eyes brimmed with tears that he refused to shed.Somewhere in the estate, the perpetrator of this heinous act was locked away. However, Wingyu's mind barely registered his presence, consumed instead by his mother's worsening condition. Desperation etched lines on his face as he clutched his phone, repeatedly dia
"Hell no!" Yen's exclamation reverberated in the room, his immediate response fueled by a mixture of shock and resistance at Rotlitch's words. The implication of what was being asked hung heavily in the air, challenging Yen's convictions."Come on. His mother is dying from poisoning as we speak," Rotlitch's voice held a note of urgency, an attempt to sway Yen's resolve in the face of Wingyu's desperate plea.Yen's mind raced, the internal struggle evident in the creases that furrowed his brow. He closed his eyes for a moment, searching through the corridors of memories belonging to the old Yen. His consciousness delved into the past, seeking a particular memory that would illuminate the connection between him and Wingyu's mother. It didn't take long for him to unearth the moment—a recollection of himself, Ming, and Wingyu's mother sitting together, a shared moment of storytelling that wove threads of companionship between them.The weight of the memories crashed over Yen like waves ag
Yen entered the room, emitting a sigh that carried the weight of his emotions. His footsteps echoed softly on the polished floor, drawing him closer to the center of the space. His eyes met Wingyu's gaze across the expanse, a gaze filled not with unwavering determination but with a mixture of reverence and something else—something unspoken yet palpable. Wingyu, a figure who often embodied authority, appeared surprisingly different now, almost unrecognizable, resembling an ordinary man caught in the tension of the moment."Dr. Yen, nice to meet you," Wingyu's words tumbled out in a rush, his urgency evident in his hasty stride toward Yen, bridging the distance even before Yen had fully crossed into the room."Yeah, nice to meet you too," Yen replied with a forced smile, his arm extending reluctantly to initiate a handshake with one of the individuals he held a deep aversion for.The room seemed to shrink around them, shadows dancing nervously along the edges as if mirroring the underly
Yen, flanked by the others, positioned themselves just beyond the threshold of the room. Their collective presence formed a silent tableau of anticipation as they awaited the conclusion of the maids' task.Yen had meticulously orchestrated this next step. Ensuring that the ladies were equipped with the appropriate materials to shield themselves from the impending olfactory assault, he had made certain that they were armed with nothing more than a pair of pills.These pills, like tiny sentinels of defense, were consumed before entry, a barrier against the impending discomfort that would accompany the cleansing process. And so, as the maids worked diligently within, the small group outside held an unspoken vigil, the corridor a canvas upon which their patience and cooperation painted a picture of unity in the face of adversity.While the maids worked their magic inside the room, their presence a flurry of purposeful activity, the doctors gathered in a huddle, their interactions a blend
Yen found himself seated opposite Wingyu, their positions mirroring the unspoken tension that thrummed in the air between them. The room itself was an expansive haven of knowledge, a symphony of thought and introspection embodied by the numerous bookshelves that lined the walls. Yen's gaze swept across the expanse, a silent testament to his appreciation for the intellectual atmosphere that enveloped the space.'Yeah, the part Yen liked about him is his consistent drive to study more.' The echo of memory played in Yen's mind as his eyes roved across the shelves, each one a testament to Wingyu's unceasing pursuit of knowledge. Yen's gaze, a flicker of subtle avoidance, ventured across the expanse, sidestepping the penetrating gaze that Wingyu cast upon him.The room, its dimensions a realm of possibility, housed two couches that stood as companions in the corner. One, larger and more inviting, sat beside its smaller counterpart, a juxtaposition that seemed to mirror the relationship bet
«««FlashBack»»»Yen made his way out of the alley, heading back into the streets as the sun began to vanish from the sky, the moon and stars taking its place.He had been left mute ever since he saw the items and pills on the market section of the panel as well as their prices.Yen remembered the cheapest pill went for 10SC and even though he didn't know how hard it would be to get it, he had high hopes.The currency of the system was different from all currencies Yen knew but there was a hack to it.The system could absorb any expensive item and sell them to make money for Yen or even better, it could absorb any currency and turn it into the system's equilvalent of that currency.As he walked on the street, a smile remained on his face."You said I already have a mission. Read out its details as well as the reward. It might be our ticket to the first pill we'll be buying."{Mission: Stop a crime.Difficulty: Very lowDescription: As the name implies, you are required to stop a crime
Yen's face lit up with a smile as he emerged from his reverie, reflecting on the initial mission Stem had entrusted to him and how he had executed it with results that exceeded Stem's expectations.{How do we go about dealing with this family?} Stem's question jolted Yen back to the present. It was a stark reminder that he now stood within the estate of the family he likely despised more than any other.Yen, momentarily lost in thought, had almost forgotten his surroundings. He let out a sigh and then responded, "We just have to make them pay, right? Does it matter the way we do it?" His face bore a curious expression, as he contemplated a course of action that wouldn't entail causing harm to the family's members.{Not really, but I could suggest a few ways to do so. One such would be to buy off the family. That would be a great payback, but another would be to operate from the shadows—create turmoil in their business without them ever discerning the cause…}"There's no need for anoth
Yen's words were like a soothing oasis in the midst of a desert for Ming, providing a sense of solace that warmed her heart. Her smile widened, embracing the comfort his words brought."You know, you not only sound like him, you speak like him and act like him. The previous Yen, I mean." She lowered her head, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy as she thought of his apparent demise. "I miss him." Ming's wistful words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of the Yen they had seemingly lost.{Fate works in mysterious ways, huh? She misses him but he's right in front of her. He wants her, but he's not prepared to reveal himself to her.}Stem's voice reverberated in Yen's thoughts, carrying with it a sly chuckle that underscored the irony of their situation. Ming's longing for the Yen she believed was gone clashed with Yen's own hidden presence, and the complexity of their connection hung in the air, a puzzle yet to be unraveled."You'll end up being in silent mode if this keeps on,