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

The panic outside the shack grew stronger. The refugees packed up their meager belongings, their cries and shouts mingling together in complete chaos. Huang Yiming knew that staying in the refugee area meant certain death, but looking around, Black Wind Ridge was a desolate wilderness, teeming with monsters and dangers. He and Yang Xiu had nowhere to go.

"Young Master, will we die?" Yang Xiu leaned against him, her small body trembling slightly, her eyes filled with fear, yet she still held him tightly, as if she would shield him from any danger. Huang Yiming felt a warmth in his heart, patted her head, and forced himself to remain calm: "No, I will definitely keep you alive."

He suddenly remembered the treasures he had obtained from the refugees: top-grade jade, wild ginseng, and gold nuggets. These things might be useless in the other world, but they would be priceless treasures in the modern world! Rather than waiting to die, he should loot more treasures. Even if he had to leave, he couldn't go back empty-handed. Once he returned to the modern world and had money, he could find a way to come back and save Yang Xiu.

Thinking of this, Huang Yiming's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up and said to Yang Xiu, "Stay in the shack and don't wander around. I'm going out for a bit, I'll be right back." Yang Xiu quickly grabbed him, her face full of worry, "Young master, it's too dangerous outside, don't go out."

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon, nothing will happen." Huang Yiming pried her hands off and strode out of the shack. At this moment, the refugees were in a state of panic, busy trying to escape, and no one cared about him. He seized this opportunity, wandering from shack to shack, taking out the lighters and fruit candies he had left from the system rewards, and began frantically exchanging them for treasures.

In this chaotic world, food and rare items were more valuable than silver. The refugees stared wide-eyed at the glittering fruit candies and lighters that could be used to start fires, eagerly bringing out the hard currency they had hidden in their homes to exchange for them. Huang Yiming's lighter and fruit candies were quickly traded for a pile of top-quality wild ginseng, century-old lingzhi mushrooms, large nuggets of gold, and several pieces of jade of excellent quality, piled on the ground like a small mountain.

"Uncle, how about I trade this stone for a piece of candy?" "Auntie, how about I trade this blade of grass for a lighter? Then we won't need to start a fire by rubbing sticks together anymore!" Huang Yiming was busy as bee, constantly shouting and his eyes were shining, just like a hamster collecting treasures. He stuffed the treasures he had traded into his pockets as fast as he could, and when his pockets were full, he stuffed them into his clothes. He had jade around his neck, his pockets were bulging with gold and medicinal herbs, and even the folds of his clothes were stuffed with small items. He looked ridiculous and funny.

Yang Xiu stood at the entrance of the shack, watching the young master's busy figure, completely bewildered. She didn't know what the young master wanted these "clods of dirt" and "weeds" for, but she still obediently stepped forward to help him gather up the scattered treasures, carefully packed them up, and handed them to him.

[Ding! Host has struck it rich! Bringing this pile of stuff back to the modern world will directly bring you financial freedom. I suggest you stop now, or you'll be captured by bandits and held hostage.] The system's voice carried a hint of surprise and a touch of urging.

Huang Yiming ignored him completely. Looking at the increasing number of treasures, he was overjoyed and wished he could plunder all the treasures in the entire refugee district. He had just received a thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum from a refugee and was about to take out a piece of candy when a cold system notification suddenly sounded in his mind. A red pop-up window instantly occupied his entire consciousness, so dazzling that it was impossible to open his eyes.

[Warning! Host detected to be in extreme danger. Black Wind Mountain bandits are less than ten miles from the refugee area. Countdown to return to the city is forcibly activated.] [Countdown: 10, 9, 8, 7]

"Damn it!" Huang Yiming cursed on the spot, jumping up and down in a panic, almost dropping the Ganoderma lucidum in his hand. "System, what are you doing! I haven't finished packing yet, there are still so many treasures to exchange, and now you're forcing me to return to normal, who are you trying to fool!"

[Beep! Host's life is more important than treasures. If you don't leave now, you'll become snacks for the bandits. This system is here to save you, not to cheat you. Don't be ungrateful.] The system retorted confidently, the countdown still ticking away rapidly, giving him no room for negotiation.

Huang Yiming was on the verge of tears, looking at the mountain of treasures piled in his arms, then at the refugees around him still handing out treasures. His heart ached as if it were bleeding. This was all hard-earned money, his capital for a comeback, and he was unwilling to give it up now. He frantically stuffed the treasures into his system storage space, repeatedly muttering, "Don't rush me, don't rush me, just give me one more minute, just one more minute!"

[Countdown: 3, 2, 1! Shuttle Initiation]

As the system notification faded, a blinding white light instantly enveloped Huang Yiming, along with Yang Xiu, who was helping with the packing. Huang Yiming felt dizzy, the treasure in his arms felt heavy, and he heard Yang Xiu's exclamation. Then, his body was pulled by a powerful force, instantly leaving the shack area of ​​Black Wind Ridge.

The refugees were stunned to see the immortal master and his maidservant suddenly disappear. They all knelt down and kowtowed in the direction where the white light had vanished, believing that the immortals had flown away on clouds. Their awe of Huang Yiming deepened even further.

As the white light faded, Huang Yiming, clutching a pile of treasures, crashed heavily to the ground, the gold and jade in his arms causing him to grimace. He looked up and around; the familiar mud walls and dilapidated furniture—it was his home in modern times!

[Ding! Host has successfully returned to the city. This interdimensional journey has ended. Storage space has automatically expanded to 3 cubic meters. Rewards have been issued. Friendly reminder: Don't just focus on your precious baby, check on your little maidservant too, lest you drop her and make her stupid.]

Huang Yiming then realized Yang Xiu was still beside him and quickly got up to check on her. Yang Xiu was dizzy from the fall, her face pale, but she still clutched the packed treasure tightly in her arms. Seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, her eyes were filled with confusion and fear. She gripped Huang Yiming's clothes tightly and timidly asked, "Young Master, where is this? How did we get back?"

Seeing the little maid's helpless appearance, Huang Yiming's resentment instantly dissipated. Just as he was about to speak to comfort her, he heard his parents' footsteps outside. Then, the door was pushed open, and his parents appeared in the doorway. They were stunned when they saw the scene inside.