This is a bizarre rule, isn't it? It's supposed to grant me many children and good fortune

The woman looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

She was wearing a loose-fitting off-white knit top, a khaki midi skirt, and clean white sneakers.

She has a round, baby-faced look, with neat bangs covering her forehead and chestnut-brown medium-length hair cascading smoothly over her shoulders.

Her eyes are big and round, with slightly drooping corners, giving her a natural, gentle innocence.

At that moment, she gripped the strap of her small crossbody bag tightly with both hands.

She looked around, saw so many strangers, visibly flinched, then mustered her courage, bowed slightly to the crowd, and introduced herself in a soft, slightly trembling voice:

"H-Hello everyone... I'm Kuna Kazuko, a kindergarten teacher from Japan... Please take care of me."

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Studio:

"Wow, they've gone straight for the food section with their name! Chive Box is ready to fight!"

"A sweet and gentle kindergarten teacher, your name smells a bit...is that you, Chive Box?"

"That's it, I'll never be able to go back to thinking about chive boxes again, all I can think about are pretty girls."

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After speaking, Heiko realized that everyone's eyes were on her. Her cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head, her fingers unconsciously groping for the shoulder strap of her cloth bag.

Just then, a clear male voice came from the side front:

"Hello, Ms. Hisana!"

Heiko Kana suddenly looked up and saw a young man with short silver-gray hair who had somehow walked up to her.

"My name is Park Tae-rang, I'm from South Korea, and I'm a short video adventure blogger."

He tilted his head slightly.

"I saw in your self-introduction that you said you're a kindergarten teacher? Wow, you must be really good at charming kids!"

As he spoke, he gestured with his hands, "I'm completely incapable; I panic as soon as a child cries."

Hisana Kazuko's tension eased somewhat without her realizing it.

She blinked her round eyes twice, and a smile curved her lips:

"Ah... hello, Mr. Park."

"Actually... kids are easy to understand. If you're patient, they'll like you."

As they were talking, a burly figure stepped out from the pillar of light.

He was a burly man, around thirty-five years old, with dark short hair shaved very short, almost touching his scalp, revealing the strong lines of his skull.

He had a darker complexion and wore a durable black work shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his forearms.

His first reaction upon landing was to quickly scan his surroundings—assessing the environment, the crowd, and the threats.

The movements were very professional.

Park Tae-rang was the first to step forward: "Hello! I'm Park Tae-rang from South Korea! And you?"

The burly man glanced at him, remained silent for two seconds before speaking, his voice deep and resonant:

"Mark Bennett, from America, a firefighter."

After saying that, he ignored Park Tae-rang and looked past the crowd, landing on Lin Feng and Vassim.

He nodded slightly to both of them, a small gesture conveying a respectful and humble acceptance typical of peers.

Lin Feng gave him a slight nod in response.

Wasim waved to him.

Mark didn't say anything more, stepped aside, crossed his arms, and waited quietly.

The beam of light from the teleportation system continued to illuminate.

One after another, the chosen ones were thrown into this open space, men and women, young and old, of various skin colors and dressed in all sorts of different styles—

There were office workers in suits, runners in sportswear, and a middle-aged woman in a hospital gown with tape from an IV drip still on her arm.

Lin Feng counted silently in his mind.

Thirty-three, thirty-four, thirty-five.

After that, the open space became quiet.

The beam of light no longer appears.

Vassim frowned. "The castle instance probably can't accommodate too many Chosen Ones... Will Evelyn be placed in another parallel instance?"

The voice just fell.

A beam of light suddenly pierced down from the sky and struck the center of the open space precisely.

As the white light faded, a tall figure in high heels gracefully stepped out from the pillar of light.

Evelyn.

Her attire caused everyone—including Lin Feng—to pause slightly in surprise.

She wore a hazy blue matte satin evening gown with a deep V-neck that plunged to below her sternum, revealing a large expanse of fair skin and a delicate platinum choker.

The dress was extremely fitted at the waist, outlining a smooth waist and hip line, and the skirt trailed on the ground in a fishtail shape.

Her hair was styled in a loose bun, with a few stray strands hanging down her neck, and a pair of small emerald earrings dangling from her earlobes.

It's as if she was dragged directly from some high-society dinner party.

Evelyn quickly looked around, her gaze sweeping across the crowd, and accurately spotted Lin Feng and Vassim.

Her eyes lit up, and she lifted her skirt and strode over, her high heels making a crisp "clack-clack" sound on the stone slabs.

She first hugged Wasim and kissed him on both cheeks.

Then it was Lin Feng—his arms wrapped around his neck, and when his body pressed against hers, the fabric of his evening gown was cool and soft.

After loosening her grip, Evelyn took a half step back, tilted her head, and looked Lin Feng up and down, a mischievous smile playing on her lips:

"Your dark circles are really bad. You haven't been getting much rest in the past month or so, have you?"

She deliberately pronounced the word "rest" very slowly, with a slight upward inflection at the end.

Lin Feng raised a hand and rubbed his temples: "Six of them! It's not that easy to get a proper rest!"

Evelyn's lips curved into a smile: "Tsk tsk, six have already worn you out like this. If another one comes, you probably won't even be able to stand up."

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Studio:

"I think you could be the seventh one—of course, that would make Feng's dark circles even worse! (doge)"

Evelyn: Six aren't enough, want me to join? Lin Feng: What?! I can't handle this!

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"Squeak—"

Suddenly, a piercing sound of an iron axle turning came from the direction of the castle gate.

All the noise disappeared instantly.

Thirty-six pairs of eyes simultaneously turned to the tightly closed iron and wooden gate.

The two doors were slowly opening inwards, the gaps widening.

The door opened completely, and a woman walked out.

She wore a well-tailored black suit skirt, her hair neatly styled in a bun, revealing her smooth forehead and delicate features.

A pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose.

He held a vintage leather clip in his hand, with several yellowed papers clipped to it.

He wore a professional yet aloof smile.

She turned slightly to the side and made a standard "please" gesture with her right hand towards the door.

"Welcome, Chosen Ones, to Blood Moon Castle."

"I am Leng Meng, the butler of this ancient castle. I have been waiting here for a long time at the request of my master."

"Please follow me inside. The master's dinner... is ready."

Leng Meng's gaze swept calmly over the crowd, pausing briefly for a moment when she passed Lin Feng before looking away.

Lin Feng knew, of course, that it couldn't be a sign of memory recovery; it was just his damned "charm" acting up.

Leng Meng showed no further expression, simply repeating "Please," before turning and walking inside first...