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

The mountain forest was overgrown with vegetation and dense with thorns, making a rustling sound as they cut through his trousers. Huang Yiming led Yang Xiu cautiously towards the cave, his steps light, his breath deliberately held, constantly alert to any movement around him. Yang Xiu followed obediently, not daring to make a sound, her brows furrowed, her eyes scanning the surroundings warily, her ears fixed on what was behind her, like a little beast protecting its master—even though she was filled with fear, she was always thinking of protecting her young master.

"Young master, it seems someone is following us..." Yang Xiu suddenly said in a low voice. She had honed her keen observation skills under the slave trader, and could always detect danger immediately. Huang Yiming's heart tightened, and he stopped and listened carefully. Sure enough, he heard light footsteps and heavy breathing behind him, clearly someone was following them.

He silently shielded Yang Xiu behind him, his right hand stealthily reaching into his robes—where the standard-issue pistol was hidden; its cool touch gave him a sense of security. The next second, three figures darted out of the woods, blocking their path. They were three burly bandits with menacing faces, wielding machetes, their eyes greedily scanning Huang Yiming and Yang Xiu.

The bandit leader licked his lips, leering at Yang Xiu, then glanced at Huang Yiming's clean clothes, and laughed loudly, "Kid, you're in luck! You didn't find anything good while robbing the shack, but you stumbled upon two fat sheep, and such a pretty young lady! Hand over your treasures obediently, and leave this little lady with you, and I'll spare your life!"

The other two bandits joined in the laughter, brandishing their machetes and closing in step by step, their eyes filled with malice. Yang Xiu was terrified, her face turning deathly pale. She clung tightly to Huang Yiming's clothes, hiding behind him, her body trembling slightly, but she still did not back down. Her small body stood beside Huang Yiming's legs, trying to protect her young master.

Huang Yiming was burning with anger, mixed with a hint of nervousness. His palms were sweaty, his hand gripping the gun trembled uncontrollably, and even his arm was shaking slightly—this was the first time he had pointed a gun at living people, and his legs were weak. He forced himself to remain calm, adopting the demeanor of a peerless master, his eyes icy, his brows furrowed, and he shouted sharply, deliberately lowering his voice to try and appear composed and domineering: "I advise you to get lost right now, or don't blame me for being impolite and making sure you leave this mountain sideways."

[Beep! Host, stop pretending! Your hands are shaking like leaves, you can barely hold the gun! If you hesitate any longer, the little maid will be snatched away, and you'll be a single loser again. Fire now, don't hesitate. Friendly reminder: Don't close your eyes and fire blindly, you might hit your own people. If you don't kill the bandits, you'll injure the little maid first, and then it'll be too late to cry.] The system's sarcastic remarks were precise and accurate, and it also mercilessly mocked his cowardly behavior. Huang Yiming gritted his teeth, his cheeks flushed red, and no longer hesitated, he decided to bite the bullet and take action.

The bandit leader sneered, his face full of disdain: "Not polite? I'd like to see how you're not polite! Brothers, charge! Kill this kid and steal his treasure!" With that, he brandished his machete and charged forward first, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, his aura menacing.

Startled, Huang Yiming instinctively closed his eyes, pulled out the pistol from his pocket, and pulled the trigger by feel. "Bang!" A deafening gunshot pierced the forest and echoed through the sky. The three bandits froze on the spot, their arrogant smiles turning into expressions of terror.

The bullet grazed the bandit leader's ear and struck the tree trunk behind him. Bark ripped out, leaving a deep bullet hole. The bandit felt a sharp pain in his ear, a buzzing in his ears, and the fear of death instantly overwhelmed him. His legs went weak, and he nearly collapsed to the ground.

In this fantastical world, mortals had never heard such a piercing sound, nor witnessed such terrifying power. In their eyes, this was the thunder magic of immortals, a technique that only gods could wield. The other two bandits were so terrified that their machetes clattered to the ground, their legs went weak, and they immediately knelt down, trembling uncontrollably.

"Immortal, Immortal, spare my life! I was blind and did not recognize your greatness. I have offended you. Please, Immortal, have mercy and spare my life!" The bandit leader realized what had happened, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed repeatedly. His face was full of fear, and there was no trace of his arrogance from before.

Huang Yiming opened his eyes and looked at the bandits kneeling before him, a sense of relief washing over him. Despite his trembling hands making it difficult to hold his gun, he forced himself to remain calm, his face stern as he shouted, "Get out! If you dare cause trouble again, next time the bullet won't just graze your ear!"

"Yes! We'll get out of here right now!" The three bandits, as if granted a pardon, scrambled to their feet and fled for their lives without daring to look back, fearing that a single moment's hesitation would result in being struck dead by the immortal's lightning magic. During their escape, the leader of the bandits didn't forget to taunt them: "You wait! Our boss is the second-in-command of Black Wind Stronghold, he will never let you go!"

The words had barely left his mouth when they had already run far away and disappeared into the depths of the forest. Huang Yiming watched their fleeing figures before he finally relaxed completely. His arm went limp, and he almost dropped his pistol. His back was already soaked with cold sweat, and he was panting heavily.

Yang Xiu peeked out from behind him, looking at the young master with eyes full of admiration and pride, sparkling like stars. She threw herself into Huang Yiming's arms and whispered, "Young master is so amazing, you're a true immortal!"

[Beep! Pistol intimidation successful, satisfaction achieved, reward: +100 bravado points, maximum mortal intimidation level. Host, stop panting, if you're going to act like a pro, you have to keep it up, the little maid is watching. Also, the bandits have threatened that Black Wind Stronghold will retaliate soon, hurry to the cave to set up a stronghold and prepare to meet the enemy.]

Huang Yiming ruffled Yang Xiu's hair, put away his pistol, and smiled casually, shaking his trembling wrist. He said nonchalantly, "Just a small fry, nothing to worry about. I can take care of him with a flick of my finger." Inwardly, however, he was filled with lingering fear; his back was already soaked with cold sweat, and his legs were still trembling slightly. He knew that Black Wind Stronghold's retaliation would come soon, and the second-in-command was far superior to these few henchmen. He had to build a safe house as soon as possible and cultivate his body-refining techniques to improve his strength. A greater crisis was quietly approaching, and his path to revenge had only just begun.