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

The harsh sound of a door slamming shattered the deathly silence of the office building. Huang Yiming, who had just returned from a fantasy world, his shoes still dusty from Black Wind Ridge, was immediately met with a scene that felt like a bucket of cold water—the company's office area was a mess, documents scattered all over the floor, and the few remaining employees hung their heads, barely daring to breathe. Su Qingyue stood at the front desk, her smart business attire slightly disheveled, her pretty face frosty. A group of people in suits surrounded her, the rich second-generation Lin Shao at the head of the group, a cigar dangling from his lips, scrutinizing her with a frivolous gaze.

"Huang Yiming? You're finally back." Lin Shao turned around, a mocking smile playing on his lips, a torn cooperation contract beneath his feet. "I thought you were too scared to show your face. A poor kid who failed the college entrance exam, you dare to try starting a company? Take a good look at yourself in the mirror, do you even deserve it?"

Huang Yiming clenched his fists, his fingertips turning white. He had just finished dealing with the Qingyun Sect's probing in the fantasy world and had intended to return to stabilize the situation in the city, but he did not expect Young Master Lin to act so quickly—core clients were snatched away, the capital chain was completely broken, and even several core employees were poached by Young Master Lin with high salaries. Now the company was just an empty shell.

"Young Master Lin, leave some room for maneuver; you might need to meet again in the future." Su Qingyue stepped forward, blocking Huang Yiming's path, her voice cold. "You've colluded with foreign forces to maliciously suppress our company; aren't you afraid of the backlash?"

"Backlash?" Lin Shao chuckled, reaching out to lift Su Qingyue's chin. "Little beauty, don't be so angry. If you have a few drinks with me and persuade this good-for-nothing beside you to hand over his 'strange item,' I'll let you off the hook. How about it?"

Su Qingyue abruptly turned her head away, her eyes filled with disgust. Huang Yiming pulled her behind him, his face showing no anger, but rather a hint of embarrassment. He scratched his head and said in a humble tone, "Young Master Lin, I'm sorry, I overestimated myself and shouldn't have tried to steal your business. Please, be magnanimous and let us go. I can close the company, and I'll try my best to find you the rare items."

He deliberately hunched over, his shoulders slumped, looking every bit the coward who had been beaten up, but a cold glint lurked in his eyes as he subtly nudged Su Qingyue with his elbow. Su Qingyue understood immediately and quietly took out her phone and pressed the send button—it was a signal she and Huang Yiming had agreed upon long ago; pressing it would contact the representative of the top conglomerate who was already waiting outside.

Seeing Huang Yiming back down, Lin Shao became even more smug, kicking the desk next to him and cursing, "Why didn't you do this earlier? A piece of trash is a piece of trash, daring to go against me. Let me tell you, today you're not only closing down the company, but you're also leaving Su Qingyue here to keep me company, or else..."

Before he could finish speaking, the elevator doors suddenly opened with a "ding," and a burly man dressed in coarse linen stepped out—it was Qin Hu, who had come from the fantasy world. Qin Hu had just stepped into the office building when he was stunned by the "iron box" (elevator) before him. He stared at the elevator doors for a long time, then reached out and touched the smooth wall, muttering to himself, "What kind of spiritual vein teleportation array is this? How come there's not even a core? Brother Huang, what kind of treasure land have you found for cultivation?"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room fell silent. Lin Shao and his men were stunned, then burst into uproarious laughter. "Where did this country bumpkin come from? A spirit vein teleportation array? He must be out of his mind!"

Qin Hu panicked immediately, gripping the machete at his waist and about to rush forward, but Huang Yiming grabbed him. Huang Yiming still pretended to be cowardly, smiling and trying to smooth things over: "Sorry, sorry, Young Master Lin, this is a relative of mine from the countryside. He's never seen the world before, please don't take it to heart."

Lin Shao laughed so hard he almost fell over, pointing at Huang Yiming's nose and yelling, "Huang Yiming, you're really pathetic. Even a country bumpkin like this is related to you. Looks like you're destined to be a good-for-nothing for the rest of your life!"

Just then, a commotion arose at the entrance of the office building. A group of people dressed in black suits, exuding a powerful aura, walked in. Leading them was the president of Longsheng Group, one of China's top conglomerates. Holding a cooperation agreement in his hand, he walked respectfully to Huang Yiming.

"Mr. Huang, I've long admired your name. I am the president of Longsheng Group. This is our cooperation agreement. As long as you sign it, we are willing to invest 100 billion to fully support your company and help you win back all the customers that have been stolen." The president handed over the agreement with both hands, his attitude extremely humble.

Lin Shao's smile froze instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he stared in disbelief at the scene before him: "Mr. Zhang... Mr. Zhang? Why would you choose to cooperate with him? He's just a good-for-nothing who failed the college entrance exam!"

Mr. Zhang glanced coldly at Young Master Lin, his tone disdainful: "Young Master Lin? You think you're qualified to comment on Mr. Huang? Any one of Mr. Huang's thousand-year-old ginseng and high-grade jadeite is worth more than all of your Lin family's assets. And you dare to be arrogant in front of him?"

Huang Yiming slowly straightened up, his embarrassment vanishing completely, replaced by an icy coldness. He tossed a brocade box from his storage space, and upon opening it, a thousand-year-old ginseng, golden in color and radiating a rich spiritual aura, was revealed. Beside it lay a fist-sized piece of imperial green jade, its light dazzling.

"Your father's assets are probably not even worth as much as this stone in my hand." Huang Yiming's tone was calm, yet it carried an overwhelming aura. "Young Master Lin, you just said you wanted me to shut down the company and make Qingyue accompany you?"

Lin Shao trembled with fear, his legs buckled, and he almost collapsed to his knees. He never imagined that this seemingly insignificant poor boy would have such a powerful background. "Mr. Huang... Mr. Huang, I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so arrogant. Please forgive me!"

Huang Yiming sneered and waved his hand at President Zhang: "President Zhang, please help me freeze all of Lin's Group's funds, hold him accountable for maliciously suppressing our company, and hand over the evidence of his collusion with foreign forces to the relevant departments."

"Yes, Mr. Huang," General Manager Zhang replied respectfully, immediately arranging for his men to take action. Young Master Lin was lifted up by two burly men in suits, his face pale, begging for mercy incessantly, but no one paid him any attention.

The office staff were stunned, their eyes filled with awe as they looked at Huang Yiming. Those who had previously defected called, crying and begging Huang Yiming to let them return. Su Qingyue walked to Huang Yiming's side, her eyes brimming with admiration: "Yiming, you're amazing!"

Huang Yiming smiled, reached out and ruffled her hair. Just as he was about to speak, Lin Shao suddenly broke free from the burly man's grasp and roared at Huang Yiming, "Huang Yiming, don't be so smug! My uncle is a cultivator from the Black Stone Sect, with the strength of the fifth level of Qi Refining. He will definitely avenge me and make sure you die a horrible death!"

Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold, and he was about to deal with this fool when a chilling system notification suddenly sounded in his mind: [Warning! Yiming Village in the fantasy world has been provoked by disciples of the Qingyun Sect. Maid Yang Xiu has been seriously injured and is in critical condition. Please return to provide support as soon as possible.]

Huang Yiming's expression changed instantly. Yang Xiu was someone he had redeemed from slave traders; she was utterly loyal, and now that she was seriously injured, how could he stand idly by? He immediately looked at Su Qingyue, his tone urgent: "Qingyue, I'm leaving this to you. I have urgent business and must leave immediately!"

Although Su Qingyue was worried, she still nodded: "Don't worry, I'll take care of things here. Be careful."

Huang Yiming said no more, activated the system's teleportation function, and his figure instantly disappeared from the office. Qin Hu, seeing this, immediately followed, leaving behind only a shocked employee, General Manager Zhang, and Lin Shao, who was paralyzed with fear. No one noticed the sinister glint in Lin Shao's eyes and the eerie smile playing on his lips—he didn't have any uncle from the Black Stone Sect at all; his words just now were merely a delaying tactic, and his true scheme was only just beginning.