After I died, my personal maid rebelled.

Curled up in the corner, hugging her knees, Jenny didn't know how to describe her feelings.

One piece of good news is that His Excellency the Duke seems to have suddenly regained his eyes after a brief blink.

Before he could even offer his congratulations, the Duke started banging his eyeballs against the mirror.

That wasn't the sound an eyeball should make. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Jenny would have guessed Oswald was hitting a piece of metal.

Then... its size changed at will, like a dazzling disco ball, its rainbow pupils dancing with red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple hues, instantly making Jenny Shi shut her mouth tightly.

Well, His Highness the Duke does indeed have many secrets. Adjusting the "eyes" in front of him is also a manifestation of His Highness's extreme trust.

But Jenny still wanted to know where the Duke got so many strange and unusual things from, and it seemed that he had completed the repair of his body without her noticing.

With black marks staining his body and all sorts of pupils, he was undeniably handsome, but he just didn't look like a human being.

After trying for a long time, Oswald still felt that black suited him better and was more like his original self.

The moment he put down the mirror, Jenny seemed to see that tyrannical and ruthless duke again, and she froze on the spot.

"How is it? This is just an ornament, so it might not be very lifelike. Does it give you any discomfort?"

Oswald blinked. Sure enough, this thing was very good at disguising itself; it could even blink and rotate on its own.

As she silently watched the two pupils drift closer and closer, Jenny couldn't help but chuckle.

She clutched her stomach and laughed, "My lord, can't you control yourself?"

"I'm just not used to it yet; I should get used to it after a while."

Oswald pulled out his sunglasses, put them on, sat down by the carriage window, and returned the dressing mirror to Jane.

It's just decorations, at least the system put in the effort; it's better than nothing. Anyway, his magical power is abundant, and if he's careful with his Spirit Vision skill, it doesn't actually consume much magic power, just like an air conditioner.

[Alright, now this system is going to tell you about the truly overpowered function of the fake eye.]

The system was very confident; luckily, it had been waiting from beginning to end, otherwise it wouldn't have been able to snag such a good item.

[The False Eye has a mandatory function called Reality-Vision Sharing. After activating this skill on a designated target, the host can continuously gain vision of that target regardless of terrain or distance.]

[At the same time, the host can choose to use their own vision instead of the target's vision. Since the host cannot see anything, the target will be blinded and plunged into complete darkness during the skill's activation.]

[However, please note that the two different functions cannot be activated simultaneously; the host can only choose between gaining the target's line of sight and interfering with the target's line of sight.]

Virtual and real sharing...

Oswald suddenly perked up. "Holy crap, this is cheating!" he thought. "Anyone with this skill in a one-on-one fight, in a battle of equal strength, would be absolutely crushed."

I can see myself reflected in your eyes, and I even know what you're watching in my movements...

[Consider this a belated reward for the mission. No need for thanks; my good comrade is always in my heart.]

Oswald chuckled. "When you left me here and forced me to face the kind greeting of a god, didn't you ever think of giving me a few powerful skills earlier?"

But despite his complaints, Oswald knew that the system had done its best.

That's life. Just when you think you have a cheat code and will be invincible and fearless, reality often gives you a harsh blow.

With greater ability comes not only greater responsibility, but also greater difficulties.

If Oswald had simply been an ordinary transmigrator who came to this world with a system, he might have become an eternal legend in the human kingdom.

The goddess welcomed him with joy and saw him off with joy.

However, Oswald's current situation is: an undocumented immigrant, someone who has to face endless disasters, lead the people forward, and from time to time be poked by the goddess, having his eyes or body gouged out...

But what else can be done? If Oswald abandons the cause, the Undying Serpent of the Northern Territory, the Calamity Dragon General of the Western Territory, and the Cursed Incarnations of the Central District will completely transform the human kingdom into a paradise for the undead.

Once his mind returned to normal, Oswald had the idea of ​​testing new skills, so he naturally turned his attention to Jenny.

She put the book down again, and for some reason, a bad feeling suddenly rose in Jenny's heart.

After Oswald finished explaining, Jenny hurriedly shook her head.

A skill that lasts a long time, is not limited by distance, and can share vision—who knows if His Majesty the Duke ever unbound it in the end?

No, no, she's not mentally prepared yet.

After being rejected, Oswald had no choice but to give up. He did not want to make the skill public, so soldiers were not among his experimental targets.

They traveled at a leisurely pace, stopping frequently along the way. By the time Oswald and his entourage returned to Ice City, it was already mid-May.

Strangely enough, there was no trouble in the northern territories. Whether it was the eastern region under military control or the autonomous villages around Kuogu City, everything presented a picture of peace and prosperity.

However, the development of animal husbandry was not smooth. In ordinary years, it was already a rare good day to be able to fill one's stomach, let alone have extra grain to feed livestock.

The people were clearly not used to it, but Oswald did not want to set any goals that had to be achieved. The development model of livestock farming in the Northern Territory still needed to be explored by the people themselves.

They felt that what was reasonable and appropriate was far more important than Oswald's grand vision.

There was also good news: the raising of argali sheep in the dwarf settlements was expanding rapidly. Meanwhile, Jacob's large-scale chicken farm in the grain-producing region was also thriving.

With the abundance of fish and shrimp in the south and cattle and sheep in the western pastoral areas, the tables of the residents of the Northern Territory will be much more plentiful by the end of this year at least.

Oswald, who had been dealing with a large number of documents as soon as he returned and whose mind was filled with music, suddenly remembered the skill he had not yet tested when he took the teacup from Elene.

"sure."

Surprisingly, Elene didn't resist at all. Oswald silently gazed at her open and lovely face, while he himself felt a little embarrassed.

"Then, shall we give it a try?"

Oswald chose Elene as his target, and the moment he activated his skill, he saw his own figure sitting behind his desk.

But... was Elena really this petite?

Oswald, whose field of vision had suddenly dropped in altitude, secretly suppressed a laugh. He activated his Spirit Vision skill simultaneously, but his vision became increasingly chaotic due to the overlapping of images.

Oh no, there's a skill conflict.

Oswald quickly disconnected from Elene's shared view and breathed a sigh of relief as the scene before him stabilized. He saw Elene tilt her head, seemingly puzzled.

In fact, from the beginning until now, she hasn't felt anything different at all.

"It was quite successful. I just shared a view with you once," Oswald explained with a smile, then reassessed Elene's height.

Wow, there's such a big difference? She usually seems quite tall.

"That makes things much more convenient."

Unaware of Oswald's unusual behavior, Elena raised her eyes slightly and quickly found the practical use of this skill.

"After all, Your Excellency often has to leave the Duke's mansion, and many documents require your review. If you can continue to share your perspective with me, Your Excellency can work even when you are away from home."

"If there's anything that needs to be corrected, or any documents that have already been reviewed, you can write to me and I'll handle it."

With a siren blaring in his mind, Oswald, who had dug a hole for himself, was suddenly jolted awake.

No, I think I've opened a Pandora's box that I shouldn't have!