Once we reached the place, Amanda stepped in to guide Hai-Min inside. She promised to update May, so there was no need for to get out of the van.
The ride back to the mansion felt slow. Streetlights passed by the window, each one pulling my thoughts in a different direction. My body was powerful but my mind was drained already.
What I wanted most was the comfort of a modern city. Bright signs. Hot als. Cold drinks.
Entertainnt that could pull my thoughts away from all that happened. Anything that could keep my mind busy and give a break from the ss of the past days.
Then after my reset, the next plan would start. From the outside, it might look like I was wasting ti, but that wasn’t true.
I was still human, not so character who jumped from one disaster to another like a masochist . If avoiding trouble worked, that path would be taken every single ti.
The gate opened, and the mansion appeared. Warm lights spilled from the windows, and for a mont, I let myself appreciate having a place like this to co back to.
The mont I stepped inside, the staff tried to greet . A quick nod was all they got. Talking felt tiring.
I walked past the hall, ignored the living room, and climbed the stairs without stopping.
Once my room door closed behind , everything finally went quiet.
No cultivation, no plans—just lying on the bed, eyes shut. Tomorrow would handle tomorrow’s problems.
Morning ca, and I got up, stretching before heading to the shower. The water water cleared my mind.
By the ti I reached the dining room, Ellie, Ella, and Alice were already there.
The maids treated Alice with respect now, aware of her higher status, and Ellie had grown fond of her, fussing over her like a mother.
Alice’s clothes matched Ella’s in quality, a small but noticeable sign of her place in the household.
Breakfast was laid out like a feast. Croissants oozed butter, poached eggs rested on toasted brioche, and smoked salmon glead beside exotic fruits. Bowls of creamy soup stead, and fresh coffee filled the air.
I had requested this last night, craving sothing real after days of canned goods and vegetables. Every bite now felt like a reward.
During breakfast, Ellie asked about the tower, but I shook my head and said I didn’t want to talk about it.
She didn’t press, respecting my choice. I wanted to give them more ti, let things settle, but a ssage from Master Tang changed that.
He wanted to et at his ho.
Word of my survival had already spread through the higher circles, just as expected after last night’s flawless interview.
"I’ll be tied up with business etings from now on, so I won’t be ho much. If there’s anything you need to say, say it now." I tapped the table for emphasis, my eyes scanning the room.
Ellie spoke first. "Ace, aren’t you overworking yourself? You just escaped that tower."
"Don’t worry, Aunt Ellie," I replied. "I’m fine. Doing nothing would stress out more. I have a lot of goals and plans, and it’s all for our benefit."
"Then how about spending ti with us?"
When she said ti and us, I already knew what she ant. A big part of wanted to say yes, to just enjoy their company.
"I... I can’t right now," I said, keeping my tone gentle but firm. "There’s too much to handle, and I need to get started."
Ellie’s shoulders sagged slightly, but she nodded. "Just... don’t forget to rest, okay?"
"I won’t. And once I sorted it out, I’ll make sure to spoil all of you."
That pulled a small smile from Ellie, Ella, and even Alice’s eyes brightened a little.
I finished the last bite of croissant, letting the flavors linger. Thoughts of the tower and Master Tang’s ssage ran through my mind.
Once breakfast was done, I got back to my room, stretching, and slipped into my usual black coat over a crisp white shirt—untucked, unbuttoned at the top. No fuss, just enough to look presentable, and professional.
"Take to the comrcial district," I told the driver as I settled into the back of the black SUV.
No convoy followed this ti. There was no need.
Anyone bold enough to try sothing would learn the gap the hard way. At least two S‑Ranks would be needed to make break a sweat, and none of my enemies knew how far my strength had risen.
Of course, that secret would stay hidden for as long as possible. Better to move like a wolf in sheep’s clothing than stand out like an alpha waiting to be hunted by an army.
The comrcial district buzzed with noise and neon lights, even in the morning. A massive TV screen lood above, replaying the tower news on loop. Front and center, there I was, staring back at myself.
Funny thing was, I looked better than I rembered. Not because of so miraculous transformation or plastic-surgery-level change, but because of how I carried myself.
My posture was straighter, eyes sharper, jawline firr. Even under my clothes, the lines of my body showed. Confidence had beco my new accessory.
They said a woman’s shield in the world was makeup.
For n? Either a cool-ass beard or confidence. Too young for a beard, so I settled on the confidence option. Worked like a charm.
Curious, I turned on the small TV in front of , letting the news catch up to speed.
The tower incident was making waves—not just in the city, but across the entire region. More and more outside guilds were flocking here, drawn by it.
The biggest stir ca from Mythical. They sent more mbers after losing a huge number of seekers in the recent incident.
I grinned, imagining their faces when they realized I’d killed more of their people than the tower ever did.
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