Fyren frowned, calculating in his heart:
[It seems difficult to offend all three at once. Let's do it one by one.]
Let's start with Eliza. She has the strongest self-esteem and is more likely to break down!
Fyren walked to the wine cabinet with a stern face, picked up a bottle of wine, and carried a glass: "Eliza, my business with you is concluded. I considered using you before, but now it seems you're of little use to me anymore. How ridiculous."
Fyren turned and lifted her chin, "For the past three years, I actually wanted to annex your Leng family's assets. But now it appears there's nothing left of your family. Take your pathetic assets and do what you will."
Eliza looked at Fyren.
Heartbroken, she smiled.
This person - even when insulting her, he spoke so gently.
Whether the past three years were true or false, I'm no fool. Though I used to hate everything about you - your person, your character, your words...
But there's one thing my people and I are certain of: you truly did like me.
That's something I never denied or doubted.
Eliza smiled slightly, "Really? So you never cared for me?"
"Haha!" Fyren poured himself a drink, "How could I like you, big sis? You're always so stern, like some stranger. Honestly, you make me sick. Please, we're both wealthy people - stop sexually harassing me! Go, go, get out of here."
Eliza laughed as she too walked to the wine cooler and took a glass for herself.
"Ohhhh, pissed off now? Going to drink a scorned lover's toast with me?" Fyren said, "Yeah! Drink this and get out, then we'll be old and dead. After this, go talk to Maggie about business."
Eliza poured wine, clinked glasses with Fyren, and said gently, "Thank you."
Fyren froze, "What? Angry enough to be polite now? Fine, fine. I'll drink, then you leave. After this, no more friendship between us."
Eliza drank and suddenly smiled at Fyren.
Fyren eyed her warily, unnerved by her gentle expression:
"I'm warning you, don't try anything! What else do you... want?"
Eliza suddenly hugged Fyren and kissed his cheek.
Fyren pushed her away, "What are you doing, big sister? What's this supposed to mean?"
Eliza tilted her head mischievously, "If you have energy to lose your temper with me, you should think about dealing with Otto instead. But you've been looking better lately - quite handsome, really."
Fyren wiped his face, "You... you're sick."
Eliza laughed, "Hey, dinner tonight? My treat."
"What dinner? Didn't we agree to cut ties?!"
Eliza smiled, "I know. My father can't decide my marriage - you know this. So... if you want to marry, I dare to say yes."
Fyren wiped his forehead, "Shut up! You're sick! Definitely sick!"
Cora also walked to the wine cooler, took a glass, and positioned herself between them as she poured herself a drink.
Eliza gave her a blank look and didn't say anything.
Cora looked at Fyren, "Am I next to be scolded?"
"Huh?"
Cora took a sip of her wine, "Let me tell you, Fyren—you're not marrying anyone in your life. You're only marrying me!"
Fyren stared at her, "What do you want? It's been three years since we broke up, big sister. Please, just let me go, okay?"
Before Fyren could finish speaking, Xena jumped over and headed straight for the liquor cabinet.
Fyren grabbed her and pulled her back, exasperated, "What are you doing? What now!?"
"They're all drinking with you—I'm joining too!"
"We're drinking to cut ties! Think before you drink!"
As Fyren wrestled with Xena, Cora suddenly stepped forward and kissed him full on the mouth.
Fyren was so shocked that he shoved Cora away and stumbled back, wiping his lips, "What the hell are you doing?"
Cora didn't answer, just looked at him and smiled.
Meanwhile, Xena had already returned with a glass. Fyren quickly snatched the bottle:
"Xena! Fine, you win—I surrender! Stop drinking. There's something wrong with this wine today!"
"No way! Everyone else is drinking—why can't I?"
"This wine is definitely off, just listen to me—"
"Give it to me, or I'll call your dad!"
Fyren was furious: "Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!"
Seeing Xena actually preparing to brawl, who knew if this actress was about to perform a scene of Three Mothers Disciplining Their Son or sing The Slope of Nagasaka?
Fyren snatched the phone from her and handed over the bottle, "Fine, drink! Drink! Go ahead!"
Xena gleefully poured herself a glass, only for her face to twist in disgust halfway through.
She couldn't hold it in any longer—she spat out the wine with a ptui!, stuck out her tongue, stomped her feet, and fanned her mouth with her hands. "What kind of wine is this?! It's so spicy!"
Eliza and Cora couldn't help but laugh.
Fyren chuckled too, "You said you can't handle alcohol—why did you follow along?"
Xena pursed her lips and glared at him. Suddenly, she tilted her head back and raised her glass again, about to take another sip.
Fyren hurriedly stopped her, "You've already had your drink—no need for a toast! Your tongue is meant for tasting rare herbs—don't ruin your talent!"
To become a top-tier divine physician, the basics—looking, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking—were just the foundation.
In truth, a true Divine Physician Sage must also taste medicine, sniff herbs, observe flames, refine furnaces, walk on needles, hang silk, scrape bones, and brew poisons—to name just a few.
These were all supreme skills beyond the comprehension of common folk. Just like how medical care in Rice was advanced, only the ultra-wealthy elite could access it, while the working class and middle-class had to settle for private clinics.
Of course, those truly worthy of the title Divine Physician Sage possessed techniques far more profound and rare than Western medicine abroad.
Xena hardly ever drank in her life because her delicate tongue was reserved for...
Wait!
Fyren felt like she was being toyed with!
That night!
That damned girl had obviously been drinking with her all night!
Fyren thought Xena was practically a ghost.
She hadn't drunk anything that day—so why had she matched Fyren drink for drink?
And if she had been drinking, why was she acting like a lightweight now, sputtering over a single sip?
The male and female leads in this novel—is there some hidden background or special trait I don't know about?!
Of course, whenever Fyren pondered these things, the heroines couldn't hear her.
The System was thorough—there was no way for Fyren to reveal the secrets she knew about this world, nor could anyone pry them from her thoughts.
Right now, it felt like the three women had devoured her whole.
A wave of dizziness washed over Fyren.
Am I just a mouse being played with?
Otto, the male lead, was growing increasingly ruthless, crossing lines without hesitation.
The heroines, who should've had their heads stuck up his ass, were now all fixated on her.
The plot had completely derailed. Given the current relationships, Otto's chances of winning over these three women were less than zero.
In their eyes, Otto was already scum.
No—wait, there was more! Chloe too!
She'd already stolen four heroines' favor away from Otto.
Is the System really not interfering with this world's progression?
If it wasn't, why had everything spiraled so far off course?
Was it truly just her will to survive that led to this mess?
Fyren pulled out her phone. She'd saved Iron King's number under Otto after the man had beaten him senseless.
She sent a single message—just four words:
"Come out. Settle this."
Fyren's expression darkened to its limit.
The truth is about to be revealed.
Only one thought burned in her mind now:
[In this world, debts must be paid. And I'll choose how it's done!]
Cora asked worriedly, "Fyren, are you okay?"
Fyren ignored her and strode out.
Xena called after her, "Hey! What's wrong with you lately? You're scaring me!"
Eliza added, "Fyren, you—"
Fyren whipped around and pointed sharply. "Don't follow me."
The three women froze simultaneously, not daring to speak or move.
Right now, Fyren saw everyone as a potential ghost.
In this book—no, in this world—there was no one she could trust!
Are Mommy and Daddy even real?
Are these three heroines truly devoted, or just beautiful skins hiding life-sucking spirits?
Why does Otto keep failing miserably against me?
What's the System's real purpose for bringing me here?
To toy with me step by step, ensuring no matter how I struggle, the ending stays the same?
Or is this just a kill box, testing whether I can survive?
If the System really doesn't interfere…
If it truly lets me act freely without obstruction…
If everything in this world is real…
Then where the hell is the protagonist?!
Or maybe—everyone is their own protagonist.
No.
Maybe I'm the protagonist.
Otto is just a character named "Otto" - a so-called "protagonist" with his "halo" and various "buffs," right?
And what about me?
What do I have?
Occasional rewards from the System!
Knowledge of this world beyond ordinary people!
General understanding of future characters and plots!
These are my weapons!
You have your protagonist's halo, I have my cheat skills!
You have your buff enhancements, I have my god's perspective!
You're the Son of Destiny!
I'm the fucking Chosen One who died seven times and resurrected in this world to make my final stand against you!
Who's the real protagonist?
That's not fucking decided yet!
Between the Son of Destiny and the Chosen One, we won't know who's stronger until we clash!
Thinking this, Fyren gritted his teeth and slammed the accelerator. The sleek business sedan roared toward a certain location in the suburbs.
...
Inside an abandoned factory.
Otto sat on a chair, legs crossed like a refined gentleman, reading a newspaper.
Beside him stood a small square table with a bottle of premium whiskey and two glasses.
Behind him, Sherry stood motionless, her expression blank as she stared toward the entrance.
Clang!
The sound of the iron gate being pushed open echoed through the empty facility.
Fyren's tall, lean figure stood framed in the doorway, the setting sun casting his long shadow across the factory floor.
Behind him blazed a fiery red sunset.
The backlight shrouded Fyren's body like a black curtain, obscuring his features.
Otto folded his newspaper and smiled faintly. "By summoning me here, are you begging for mercy?"
Fyren remained in the doorway, slowly raising his gaze to glare lethally at Otto.
Sherry frowned, sensing the man's aura had transformed completely from before.
The silhouette revealed nothing but two gleaming, dangerous eyes - bright and terrifying.
Fyren's voice came out slightly hoarse: "Otto, from today onward, Crystalpeak City belongs to Fyren."