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

The night was deep, and moonlight streamed through the window, casting a cold glow inside. A dark figure silently approached the door, moving with agility, clearly a professional assassin, holding a gleaming short knife in his hand, the blade radiating deadly intent.

Yang Xiu stood guard by the door, trembling with fear, but biting her lip tightly to avoid making a sound. Her small hands gripped the door frame tightly, ready to rush up and block the assassin the moment he broke down the door, buying time for her young master.

Just as the shadowy figure raised his hand to break down the door, Huang Yiming suddenly kicked open the inner room door, flashed in front of Yang Xiu, raised his pistol in his right hand, the black muzzle precisely aimed at the shadowy figure, his eyes were cold and piercing, and he did not hesitate at all.

"Don't move." Huang Yiming's voice was deep and filled with killing intent. He exuded a terrifying aura, completely different from his usual aloofness. At this moment, he seemed more like an assassin who had emerged from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

The shadowy figure was startled, not expecting his whereabouts to be exposed. Looking at the strangely shaped pistol in Huang Yiming's hand, his eyes were full of doubt. He didn't take the inconspicuous iron weapon seriously at all, snorted coldly, and swung his knife at Huang Yiming with great speed.

"Young master, be careful!" Yang Xiu cried out in alarm, instinctively lunging towards Huang Yiming to shield him from the blade. Huang Yiming reacted swiftly, pulling Yang Xiu behind him while simultaneously pulling the trigger with his right hand.

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot shattered the silence of the night, its piercing sound particularly jarring in the courtyard. The bullet whistled through the air, striking the assassin precisely in the shoulder. Blood gushed forth instantly, and the assassin let out a piercing scream as his dagger fell from his hand, crashing heavily to the ground. He clutched his bleeding shoulder, staring in terror at the pistol in Huang Yiming's hand. His eyes were filled with disbelief—what kind of bizarre weapon was this? How could it possess such power, capable of injuring someone from such a distance! He dared not linger any longer, struggling to his feet, turning to try and escape by scaling the wall.

[Ding! This system is sharp-tongued but soft-hearted. Get the coward out of there and don't let him get away! Leave one alive to question the mastermind. Keep your bravado going, don't hold back!]

Huang Yiming's eyes were cold as he slowly stepped forward, his gun always pointed at the assassin. His tone was indifferent: "Who sent you?" He appeared calm on the surface, but inside he was panicking. The recoil from firing the gun had made his wrist numb and his palms were covered in cold sweat. He was afraid that the assassin would suddenly retaliate.

The assassin, staring at the dark muzzle of the gun, was so terrified his legs went weak. He dared not answer, and with all his might, he scaled the wall and disappeared into the night. Huang Yiming did not give chase—the terrain of Qin Family Fortress was complex at night, and rashly pursuing him would only lead to danger. Besides, his purpose was to intimidate the assassin and ensure his own safety.

The gunshots quickly alerted the entire Qin Family Fortress. Qin Yuling and Qin Hu, along with the guards, rushed to the courtyard immediately. Seeing the bloodstains on the ground and the pistol in Huang Yiming's hand, everyone was shocked and stood frozen in place.

Qin Yuling stared at the strangely shaped pistol, her eyes filled with shock and curiosity. She had traveled to all the surrounding forces and had never seen such a bizarre magical artifact. It could produce a loud noise and injure people from a distance. What kind of treasure was this?

"Master Huang, are you alright? Your subordinate is late in protecting you, please forgive me!" Qin Hu's honest face was full of anxiety as he quickly led his men over to check the situation in the courtyard.

Huang Yiming slowly lowered the pistol, tucked it into his waistband, and resumed his usual aloof demeanor, saying calmly, "It's nothing, just a petty thief. I've already chased him away."

Qin Yuling stepped forward, her gaze fixed on his waist, and couldn't help but ask, "The magical artifact in your hand is quite peculiar. What kind of treasure is it? Could you perhaps broaden our horizons?"

Huang Yiming didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone distant: "This is a secret treasure of my sect, and it is never passed on to outsiders." With a single sentence, he directly refused, maximizing the mystery, but inside he was panicking, fearing that Qin Yuling would forcefully demand it and expose the true identity of the pistol.

Yang Xiu clung tightly to Huang Yiming's arm, her whole body still trembling slightly, her face pale—clearly terrified by the assassination attempt, yet she still forced herself to stay by his side.

Qin Cang quickly arrived at the courtyard. Upon learning of the assassination attempt, his face turned ashen, and he was immediately enraged. He ordered a city-wide lockdown and a relentless search for the assassin. Looking at Huang Yiming, he was filled with remorse: "Your Excellency was assassinated at Qin Family Fortress. It was my negligence in protecting you. I beg your forgiveness. I will definitely find out who the mastermind is and give you an explanation!"

Huang Yiming feigned magnanimity and said calmly, "Master, there's no need to blame yourself. Feuds in the martial world are inevitable." But he knew in his heart that this assassination was no accident. The real culprit behind it was most likely related to the Qin Family Fortress, and might even be after his secret.

[Beep! A nighttime assassination attempt has been triggered, revealing a crisis of trust within the Qin Family Fortress. The mastermind behind this is deeply hidden; host, please be vigilant! The mission [Gaining the Trust of the Qin Family Fortress] is temporarily suspended. You must now identify the assassin and turn the tide.]

Under the cover of night, Qin Family Fort appeared calm on the surface, but undercurrents were surging, and a greater crisis was quietly approaching. Huang Yiming gripped the pistol at his waist, his eyes hardening—no matter who the mastermind was, he would not sit idly by and wait for his doom.

He looked down at Yang Xiu, who was pale with fright but still wouldn't let go, and a protective instinct welled up inside him. He gently comforted her, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." His gentle tone was completely different from his cold demeanor just now. Qin Cang looked at the bloodstains on the ground, his face so gloomy it could drip water. He sternly ordered his men to seal off the entire city. Qin Yuling stared at the hard object at Huang Yiming's waist, her eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion, increasingly eager to find out the details of this "secret treasure of the sect."

A new system notification popped up: [The assassination attempt has backfired, increasing the Qin family's respect and awe. Seize the opportunity to consolidate your position! The mastermind is most likely the opposition within the fortress or a hostile force in the surrounding area. Now, let's wait for the fish to take the bait.] Huang Yiming remained calm, already having made his plans—this grand scheme of feigning weakness to exploit strength had only just begun to reach its climax.