A cultivator at the Source Gathering Stage... just slapped out of existence?
Princess Tiffany and Chloe rubbed their eyes, convinced they were hallucinating.
"Princess... did that just..." Chloe's mouth hung open, but no words came out.
Tiffany turned her gaze toward the Golden Retriever, her eyes filled with shock and newfound reverence. She was a cultivator herself, and a talented one at that. She knew exactly how strong that burly man was. He was a powerhouse.
Yet, he was deleted in a split second.
This wasn't a dog. This was a terrifying Spirit Beast in disguise!
"Chloe, we're saved!" Tiffany whispered, grabbing her maid's hand, her voice trembling with excitement.
Chloe, still rebooting her brain, stammered, "Miss... that guy... he's just... paste?"
Tiffany quickly composed herself, suppressing her excitement. She stepped forward and bowed deeply to Big Fuzz, showing the utmost respect.
"Greetings... uh... Senior Dog?"
Big Fuzz yawned, his eyelids drooping as if the murder he just committed was utterly exhausting. Then, a voice echoed clearly—not from his mouth, but directly into their minds.
"Listen up."
"My Master is currently 'experiencing the mortal life.' He's role-playing as a regular guy."
"He hates it when people treat him like some enlightened god or supreme being. If my Master returns and you act weird, he won't be happy."
"So, when he gets here, you treat him like an ordinary person. Got it?"
Princess Tiffany froze.
Master?
This dog—this catastrophic force of nature—has a Master? If the pet is this horrifyingly powerful, then what kind of entity is the owner? He must be an ancient immortal living in seclusion! A true hidden god!
"This is incredible! What a stroke of destiny!" Tiffany thought to herself, her heart racing.
She nodded frantically at the dog. "I understand! A true expert's eccentric quirks! We will follow your lead!"
"Good," Big Fuzz projected.
Then, he opened his mouth. His tongue shot out, stretching unnaturally long, and wrapped around the headless corpse of the burly man like a chameleon catching a fly.
SLURP.
With one gulp, the entire body was swallowed whole. Big Fuzz licked his lips. The ground was spotless. No blood. No body. No evidence. It was as if the burly man had never existed.
Just as the "clean-up" was finished, a figure appeared on the path nearby.
Quinn Ye was walking back.
Quinn Ye! He was back.
He had intended to go down the mountain and see the world, but the moment he reached the foot of the hill, a terrifying realization hit him:
Wait a minute. That garbage System never taught me how to fight!
I'm basically a Level 1 Noob. A total weakling. If I run into a bandit or a monster, it's instant Game Over. I'll be dead before I can even scream.
"Nope. Nope, nope, nope."
The outside world was too dangerous. Better to stay on the mountain and camp. So, Quinn turned around and scurried back up the path, tail between his legs.
"Huh?"
As soon as he reached his courtyard, Quinn froze.
There were two women standing there.
Are you kidding me? Is my luck that bad? Did my secret base get doxxed?
These two women didn't look like friendly neighbors. One looked rich, the other looked tough. Definitely trouble. Quinn immediately turned around, ready to sneak away.
But Princess Tiffany had already spotted him.
"Sen... Young Master, please wait!"
Tiffany almost shouted "Senior," but remembering Big Fuzz's warning, she frantically corrected herself.
Quinn sighed. Busted.
He had no choice but to bite the bullet. He turned around, forcing a stiff, awkward smile onto his face.
"Uh, hi there. Can I... help you ladies with something?"
Quinn tried to act calm, but inside, he was screaming.
Meanwhile, Princess Tiffany was scanning him with her spiritual sense. Her heart pounded.
She couldn't sense a single trace of cultivation aura on him. Not a whisper of energy.
He is unfathomable!
I can't sense his power level at all. That means his cultivation is so far beyond mine that he appears completely ordinary. This is terrifying!
Princess Tiffany had no idea that the man standing before her—the man she thought was a god in disguise—was actually just a regular guy with absolutely zero magic.
"Young Master," Tiffany said, bowing respectfully, "my maid and I were being hunted by enemies. We fled here in desperation. Please forgive our intrusion!"
Quinn's eyes widened.
Hunted? You brought your enemies HERE?! I don't want to die! I'm just a guy who knows how to farm!
Seeing the flicker of panic on Quinn's face (which she interpreted as displeasure), Tiffany quickly added: "Please rest assured, Young Master. The problem has been... resolved."
"Oh." Quinn let out a long breath, patting his chest. "That's good. That's good."