Traveling Between Two Worlds: From Bread for Maids to Fantasy Overlord

The night was as dark as ink, and a cold wind howled, rustling the plastic bags of trash in the alley. Huang Yiming, clutching his packed weapons and supplies, hunched his shoulders and hurried quickly through the secluded alley, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would leap out of his throat. With each step, he cautiously glanced around, his ears perked up like a rabbit's, afraid of being watched. Just as he stepped out of the abandoned warehouse, the blinding flashes of police lights pierced the darkness in the distance, accompanied by the piercing wail of sirens growing louder and louder as they approached.

"Oh no!" Huang Yiming's face changed drastically, his soul nearly leaving his body. Instinctively, he shoved the pistol he was carrying deep into his clothes, pressing it tightly against his chest. In his panic, the hard butt of the gun slammed into his ribs, the excruciating pain making him grimace, but he dared not make a sound. He could only endure the piercing pain and frantically hide deeper into the alley. [Beep! Law enforcement officers detected approaching. Host's heart rate soared to 180, cowardice level broke the limit again, setting a new record for this system. It is recommended that the host not run around—the more you run, the more you look like a wanted criminal. If you really get caught and go to jail, you'll have nowhere to cry. Stand still and pretend to be a passerby. This system will reluctantly help you shield the weapon's aura. Don't cause me any trouble. I don't want to be replaced by a new host right after binding with one.] The system's sarcastic remarks were tinged with urgency, but they also gave Huang Yiming a little confidence, though it was pitifully little.

He forced himself to stop his frantic steps, leaning against the cold wall. His hands trembled involuntarily, and he forced a calm expression on his face, but his heart was pounding with panic. He kept repeating to himself: You can't see me, you can't see me, I'm just a passerby. But the more nervous he became, the more the pistol in his pocket felt like it was digging into his chest, and the pain in his ribs grew stronger. A layer of cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

The patrol car slowly pulled up at the alley entrance. Two police officers got out and immediately spotted Huang Yiming, who was standing against the wall, looking flustered. They exchanged a glance and then walked over. "What are you doing here so late?" one of the officers asked sternly, scrutinizing him warily, his flashlight beam shining directly into Huang's face.

Huang Yiming's heart stopped, his mind went blank, and after stammering for a long time, he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence: "Taking a walk, taking a walk... I couldn't sleep at night, so I came out for a walk." Even he himself didn't believe this—walking alone in a secluded alley in the suburbs late at night seemed suspicious no matter how you looked at it.

The police officer clearly didn't believe him and stepped forward to question him: "Show me your ID card. What are you holding?" Huang Yiming froze, frantically pulling out his ID card. The pistol he was carrying almost slipped from his arms, but he quickly clutched it tightly, his face pale. He knew that if the gun in his arms was discovered, his life would be over.

Just then, the sound of a walkie-talkie came from afar, indicating that there was another emergency that needed to be dealt with. The lead policeman frowned, looking at Huang Yiming, who was dressed plainly and seemed flustered but not like a vicious criminal. He glanced at the bulging package in Huang's arms and finally waved his hand: "Don't wander around outside so late. Go home quickly and be careful."

"Oh! Thank you, officer!" Huang Yiming felt like he had been granted a pardon. He quickly nodded and bowed, then turned and hurried away without daring to linger. Only after walking a long way did he dare to breathe heavily. His back was already soaked with cold sweat, and his legs were so weak that he almost collapsed to the ground.

[Ding! Host is lucky to have escaped this ordeal. Reward: Stress Courage +5, Cowardice Temporarily -3%. Friendly Reminder: Don't be so stupid next time—wandering around in the alleys of the suburbs at night with contraband. Any other policeman would have arrested and questioned you. You won't be so lucky next time. Host is advised to hurry home and hide the weapon. If you keep scaring people, your little maid will be woken up by your ransacking in the middle of the night. Let's see how you explain that then.] The system's witty comment rang out on time, tinged with the irony of surviving a close call. Huang Yiming had no time to retort; he just wanted to get home as quickly as possible and get away from this troublesome place.

He ran frantically, slipping silently into his house. He tiptoed back to his room, carefully placing the weapons and supplies he'd been carrying on the floor. He collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily, still shaken. Just moments before, he truly thought he was going to die—the despair of failing his college entrance exams and the dangers of his journey to another world paled in comparison to the terror of being questioned by the police.

After a long pause, Huang Yiming finally got up, carefully cleaned the pistol and bullets, wrapped them in layers of cloth, and hid them in the deepest wooden box under the bed; the machete was placed in the corner of the wardrobe and covered with clothes. Only after doing all this did he finally relax, looking at his pale face and sweaty face in the mirror, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

To survive in this other world, he truly took a huge risk, gambling with his life. But when he thought of Yang Xiu's obedient appearance and the immense wealth waiting for him there, he felt it was all worth it. He opened the system's storage space, looked at the overflowing supplies, and his eyes hardened.

[Beep! Weapons hidden, supplies plentiful, host's emotions stable, teleportation privileges unlocked. You may teleport back to the other world at any time. Coordinates locked: Black Wind Ridge former shack area. Teleport now?]

Huang Yiming shook his head. It was late at night, and his parents were still awake. Traveling through time rashly would easily lead to discovery; moreover, Yang Xiu was still fast asleep. He would have to wait until dawn to find an excuse to deceive his parents before taking Yang Xiu back to the other world. He lay on the bed, clutching the chocolate in his arms, a smile playing on his lips—with confidence, he would no longer have to flee for his life in the other world.

The next morning, Huang Yiming got up early and looked at Yang Xiu, who was obediently tidying up the house in the living room. His eyes were filled with tenderness. Although the little maid didn't know anything about modern housework, she imitated him, wiping the table and sweeping the floor. She didn't even notice that she was holding the rag upside down. Her movements were clumsy but she was extremely earnest. She was sweating profusely while wiping the table, looking adorably naive. Huang Yiming had already made up his mind: today he would deceive his parents, take Yang Xiu back to the other world, and begin a true path of revenge—no longer a pathetic boy who could be bullied, but a strong person who could protect those around him.