[Emily's favorability toward the Master +2]
[Emily's favorability toward the Master +2]
[Emily's favorability toward the Master +1]
[Emily's favorability toward the Master +5]
[Favorability toward the Master: 93/100]
[Favorability has surpassed 90.When it reaches 95, this woman will regard the Master as everything.]
7:21 a.m.
Morning sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, falling across the room that still carried the warm scent of last night.
Max stretched and slowly woke up. His body felt light, completely different from usual, without the familiar sense of fatigue. When he lowered his head to look, he let out a soft chuckle.
Emily was still clinging to him, her cheek pressed against his chest, her hands unconsciously gripping him tightly like a small kitten afraid of being abandoned. Her breathing was steady, her eyelashes trembling faintly with each breath.
An indescribable sense of satisfaction rose in Max's chest.
At that moment, the air before him rippled slightly.
Luna appeared out of thin air, her expression clearly excited.
"Master, you have completed the mission. Would you like to settle the rewards now?"
Max flinched slightly, then glanced at Emily, who was still sleeping soundly. A strange thought flashed through his mind.
Last night… did this girl watch everything from beginning to end?
He cleared his throat lightly, quickly pushing the thought aside, and reached out to press the confirmation button on the system panel.
[Rewards:Physical enhancement x10Legendary boxing combat skillsAppearance improved to Hollywood actor level+$1,000,000]
In an instant, a massive amount of knowledge flooded into Max's mind. It wasn't like forcibly stuffing in foreign memories. It felt as if he himself had experienced countless matches, stood on the ring countless times. Every punch, every breath felt eerily familiar.
A warm current spread throughout his body.
Max clenched his fist, feeling power surge through every muscle fiber. He had a hunch that if he had to climb from the first floor to the fiftieth right now, he would probably only break a light sweat.
[+$1,000,000]
The money had been transferred into his account, but this time Max merely curved his lips slightly. He no longer felt dizzy like before. Perhaps… he was starting to get used to it.
[Based on special circumstances:Medical skills on par with the world's best doctors have been added.]
Max froze for a second, then unconsciously glanced down at the bedsheet.
A faint bloodstain was still there.
The corner of his mouth lifted into a satisfied smile.
Just then, Emily stirred slightly. She rubbed her eyes and slowly woke up, instinctively pulling the blanket up to cover her chest.
When her gaze met Max's face, her expression turned complicated. Emily lowered her head, both ears flushing red.
Memories of last night surged back like a tide, making her heart race. She couldn't believe she had been that proactive and bold.
"What are you covering for?" Max said with a faint smile. "I've already seen everything anyway."
"That's different," Emily retorted softly.
She tried to convince herself that it had all been because of the alcohol. She wasn't that kind of person. Absolutely not.
"Oh no," Emily suddenly exclaimed. "I'm late for class."
She hurriedly tried to get out of bed, but the moment her feet touched the floor, her legs went weak and wouldn't close properly. She staggered and fell.
Luckily, Max caught her in time.
"What's wrong, can't walk?" he asked, his tone carrying a hint of teasing.
"It's… it's all your fault," Emily said, her face red.
Even though she said that, she very naturally let Max carry her. Her arms wrapped around his neck, the movement unconsciously carrying a sense of reliance that even she didn't notice.
"Don't overthink it," Max said. "Skipping one day of university won't get you expelled. What do you want to eat?"
"Anything's fine," Emily replied softly. "Up to you."
That simple answer made Max pause slightly.
Why was it that… at moments like this, she always made things difficult for him?
While they were changing clothes, Max's phone vibrated. The caller was Richard, the lecturer he respected the most.
"What's going on, Professor?" Max answered. "I'm a bit busy right now."
"You little brat," Richard's teasing voice came through. "Skipping class today? Your idol came to school to sign autographs for everyone in your class."
"Give it a rest," Max said with a wry smile. "Get to the point."
They had become close through their shared interest in the occult. When Max was still struggling financially, Richard had helped him quite a bit.
At first, Max had thought Richard was a conservative scholar type. Only later did he find out that this professor not only dressed provocatively online, but also had a special interest in werewolves—especially… female werewolves.
If such creatures really existed, not a single one would likely escape him.
"Just come to school," Richard said, his tone turning serious. "There'll be a surprise."
Max hung up, a strange sense of curiosity rising within him.
He turned to Emily, about to find an excuse to leave, but she had already smiled gently.
"It's fine," she said. "Go take care of your business. I have things to do too."
Max nodded, saved Emily's contact information, then transferred $300,000 to her.
"I'm not good with this kind of thing," he said. "Your dad… ah, no, your father-in-law—whatever he likes, help me buy it."
Emily froze for a moment, then nodded. She understood very well that Max was deliberately wording it carefully to preserve her dignity.
So considerate that it softened her heart.
After leaving the hotel, Max took a deep breath. The morning air suddenly felt unusually fresh.
He felt that he had truly stepped into a different stage of life.
As he was about to head back to the karaoke bar from last night to retrieve his car, Max's gaze suddenly stopped.
Ahead, a crowd had gathered around something.
Curious, he squeezed his way in.
And then, when he clearly saw the scene before him, his pupils shrank.