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

The slave trader, clutching five bags of bread, scurried into the heart of the refugee camp, as if afraid Huang Yiming would change his mind and take back the treasure. He didn't even dare to glance at Yang Xiu. The surrounding refugees were still reeling from the shock of the "immortal's provisions," their gazes towards Huang Yiming growing increasingly respectful, and their eyes filled with envy as they looked at Yang Xiu beside him.

The chains binding Yang Xiu had been removed, but the prolonged restraint had left her legs numb. She swayed as soon as she stood up, her face as pale as paper. Seeing this, Huang Yiming instinctively reached out to support her arm, his touch finding it cold and frail, deepening his compassion. He cleared his throat and, feigning composure, said, "This place is too dangerous; let's find somewhere to stay."

[Ding! The host has finally shown some awareness of being a master; those five bags of bread weren't wasted. Friendly reminder: Don't choose a drafty shack. The wind will be strong at night, freezing the little maid. If she catches a cold, you'll have neither medicine nor the ability to take care of her, just making trouble for yourself.] The system's sarcastic commentary rang out on time, its tone tinged with disappointment.

Huang Yiming rolled his eyes, silently retorting in his mind: Mind your own business, I know what I'm doing. He scanned the shack area and chose a relatively sturdy thatched hut in a corner. Although it was still dilapidated, it was sheltered from the wind and more secluded than the other places. He helped Yang Xiu walk slowly over, and just as they reached the hut's door, the old man who had previously given him the jadeite rough stone approached, his face beaming: "Immortal Master, this hut is clean. I just swept it for you. You and your maid can stay here as long as you like."

"A fairy maid?" Huang Yiming was taken aback for a moment, then realized that the refugees had mistaken Yang Xiu for his personal fairy maid. He was about to explain when he saw Yang Xiu obediently lower her head and timidly hide beside him, looking like a submissive maid. So he simply accepted this identity to avoid the trouble of explaining.

They crawled into the shack, a cramped space with only a pile of dry straw on the ground, emitting a faint musty smell, but at least it provided shelter from the wind and rain. Yang Xiu lowered her guard and completely relaxed, only to realize that her whole body ached, and her wounds burned. But she dared not show her weakness, forcing herself to stand up, she picked up her tattered sleeve and carefully wiped the dust off Huang Yiming's cheek.

Her movements were gentle and respectful, her eyes filled with gratitude. Her fingertips lightly brushed against Huang Yiming's skin, with a cautious, ingratiating gesture. Huang Yiming stiffened. In all his life, apart from his parents, no one had ever taken such good care of him. He felt a warmth in his heart, yet also a little uneasy. He quickly said, "No need to trouble yourself, I can do it myself."

"Young Master saved Yang Xiu's life, so it's only right that I serve you." Yang Xiu lowered his head, his voice soft and gentle, but his tone was firm. His hands continued to wipe the dirt off Yang Xiu's face. This scene, witnessed by the refugees watching outside, further solidified their reputation as a "divine couple," and they began to whisper among themselves.

"Look how well the immortal master and his fairy maid are matched! They're handsome and beautiful, a match made in heaven." "The immortal prince and his fairy maid have fallen to the mortal realm. They must be undergoing a tribulation. They're truly blessed." "We must serve the immortal master well from now on. Maybe if he's in a good mood, he'll reward us with some immortal provisions."

Huang Yiming's lips twitched as he listened, secretly pleased, but he maintained his aloof persona, pretending not to hear. Yang Xiu, however, understood a bit, her cheeks instantly turning red like ripe apples. She lowered her head, no longer daring to look at him, and her movements slowed down, her shy appearance utterly adorable.

[Ding! A major social disaster has occurred. The host is being treated like a divine couple. It is suggested that the host blush and cooperate on the spot, instead of being a block of wood and disappointing the little maid's good intentions.] The system teased in a cheeky manner, making Huang Yiming so angry that he almost cursed out loud.

Just then, a soft "gurgling" sound broke the silence of the shack, the sound unusually clear. Yang Xiu's face instantly turned bright red, and she covered her stomach in embarrassment, wishing she could disappear into the ground. She hadn't eaten for three days and three nights, and had only eaten half a loaf of bread, which was far from enough to fill her stomach; she simply couldn't hold back any longer.

Seeing her embarrassed and pitiful appearance, Huang Yiming's heart softened instantly. He only had one bag of bread left in his storage space, which he had originally intended to keep for emergencies, but looking at Yang Xiu's big, watery eyes, he couldn't bear to do it. He gritted his teeth, took out the bread, and handed it to her, pretending to be generous: "Eat up, you need to be full to have the strength."

Yang Xiu looked at the bread with longing in her eyes, but shook her head repeatedly: "No, this is the young master's dry rations, Yang Xiu cannot eat it." Although she was extremely hungry, she remembered her status and dared not touch the young master's food.

"Just eat it, stop arguing." Huang Yiming shoved the bread into her hand, deliberately putting on a stern face. Yang Xiu took the bread, carefully tore open the packaging, and ate it slowly, taking small bites as if afraid of finishing it in one go. After three bites, the bread was quickly gone. Reluctant to throw away the packaging, she stuck out her little tongue and gently licked the remaining bread crumbs from her fingertips, her eyes curving into crescents, looking satisfied and adorable. Huang Yiming couldn't help but laugh at her appearance, his previous fatigue and fear vanishing instantly. But this warmth didn't last long, as the panicked chatter of the refugees outside the shack grew louder and louder, filled with deep fear.

"Oh no! I just saw a scout from the mountain bandits. The bandits from Black Wind Mountain are coming to plunder the refugee area tomorrow!" "Really? Last time they came, they looted all the food and injured many people. If we don't leave now, we'll all die!" "We can't stay in Black Wind Ridge anymore, but where can we go? There are monsters and mountain bandits everywhere."

Huang Yiming's face darkened. They had just settled in when they encountered bandits; Black Wind Ridge was indeed fraught with danger. Yang Xiu also stopped what she was doing, her face pale, clutching his sleeve tightly, her voice trembling: "Young Master, the bandits are very fierce, what should we do?"

Seeing the little maid's frightened appearance, Huang Yiming felt a strong urge to protect her. He patted Yang Xiu's hand and pretended to be calm: "Don't be afraid, I'm here, no one can hurt you." But in his heart, he was frantically calculating that he was unarmed, with only a broken cell phone and the buff given by the system. He was no match for the bandits and had to find a way to leave this place as soon as possible.

[Ding! Host detected to be in danger. Bandit attack countdown: 12 hours. Host is advised to run away immediately. Don't try to tough it out. With your small frame, a bandit could send you flying with one punch. Don't drag the little maid down with you.] The system's sarcastic remarks were merciless, but they also woke Huang Yiming up. The most important thing right now was to survive, but he had just arrived in this other world and had no idea where to run. He could only pace anxiously in the shack, secretly praying for a turn of events.