Turning the Tables

The One True God: "Not bad, newcomer. From now on, you shall receive My protection."

In a small village in a Western fantasy world.

The One True God opened the Red Packet with a smile.

It was not that he was shameless; the system was simply too enticing.

No matter what it was, the system could amplify it a hundredfold.

"Ding! Congratulations, you have received a Red Packet of undying sincerity from a group member. You have obtained one [Little Boy]."

"Ding! Congratulations, you have triggered a hundredfold critical hit. You have obtained [Quality Splitting Fusion]."

Before The One True God could react, a dazzling white light illuminated the world like dawn.

"Holy shit!"

That was all he had time to say.

The next second—

The white radiance frantically spread in every direction.

It continued spreading across the entire continent.

Accompanied by a massive explosion, the entire planet shattered!

No matter what it was, everything vanished into the universe...

"Ding! Emergency report: the Group Owner has been detected as deceased!"

"Huh?"

Hearing the notification in her mind, Han Yurou let out a soft cry of surprise.

"???"

In an instant, the entire group was filled with question marks.

Everyone who had been lurking was blasted out.

Supreme Ruler of the Universe: "Fuck, I'm completely dumbstruck."

True Monarch of the Dark Abyss: "So fierce. Although I didn't like the Group Owner that much, the newcomer is incredible—a ruthless person who wiped out the Group Owner with a single Red Packet!"

Chapter 46: Turning the Tables

"Ah?" Han Yurou was a little stunned.

What had happened? Why was the Group Owner suddenly gone?

She could not help asking the middleman, "What exactly was in that exclusive Red Packet you had me send?"

"Ding! In reply to the host, I merely delivered nuclear peace to the Group Owner's world and devoured his system. Without a system, he naturally withdrew from the chat group automatically."

The system felt that it should proceed step by step and could not let her accept the truth too quickly.

"I see."

Han Yurou did not suspect a thing.

After successfully fooling her, the system secretly sighed.

Homophones were terrifying.

"Ding! The Transmigrator Chat Group System has automatically bound you as its host!"

Just then, a notification suddenly rang out in Han Yurou's mind.

"Ding! Ding! Ding! A system of equal standing has been detected. Binding is being removed!"

Clearly, after The One True God died, the Transmigrator Chat Group System had set its sights on Han Yurou, the one who had killed him.

However, upon discovering that she possessed a system on par with itself, it was instantly dumbfounded and immediately tried to flee.

But how could it let a duck already in its grasp fly away?

"Remove the binding? Hand it over!"

The system in Han Yurou's mind wove a massive net and blocked the other yellow orb of light in one sweep.

"???"

Han Yurou, the only one listening to the buzzing in her head throughout all this, was rather confused.

If you two want to fight, go outside! Fighting back and forth in my head—what if you turn me into an idiot?!

"Burp~"

About half a minute later, a satisfied burp sounded.

"Host, sorry to keep you waiting." The familiar voice rang out in Han Yurou's mind again.

"You devoured it?" Han Yurou asked cautiously.

Her system was no harmless thing either.

"Ding! Yes, though I feel a little bloated."

Clearly, the orb of light, which had originally been only the size of a human palm, was now about the size of a bear's paw.

"Never mind that. Host, you are now the Group Owner of the Transmigrator Chat Group. You can go take a look."

"?"

Prompted by the system, Han Yurou froze for a moment before entering the group chat.

There, she found the two words "Group Owner" gleaming in gold beside her chat box.

"You did this?"

"Of course. This is for the host's future development. Being the Group Owner comes with many benefits. Simply put, we don't just want the other party's system—we also want the resources in their hands!"

The system declared ambitiously, "Just like that saying: 'What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine!'"

A bright future was waiting for her.

Sure enough—

After seeing the Group Owner fall silent, the other members assumed it was the aloofness of an expert.

In order to make themselves familiar to her, exclusive Red Packets came raining down one after another.

Han Yurou was at a loss for a moment.

Should I accept them, or should I accept them?

Meanwhile—

Ling Yuan was building rapport with the members in his own group chat.

Blue Fatty: "Dorayaki from another world?! @Ling Yuan, Group Owner, thank you! From now on, you're my Doraemon's second-best friend!"

Doraemon was overjoyed upon receiving the dorayaki.

He impatiently tore open the bag and swallowed it in one bite.

Instantly, a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

The world Ling Yuan lived in was one undergoing Spiritual Energy Resurgence, where everything was infused with spiritual energy.

It was an energy fresher than even the air of ancient times, and the quality of anything made with it was beyond reproach.

Ling Yuan: "I'm glad you like it."

Ling Yuan smiled faintly.

This was exactly the effect he wanted. Everything began with becoming friends, then he could take things slowly afterward.

Ling Yuan: "Cecilia, Black Pupil, when I went to the mall today, I happened to pass a clothing store and bought you some clothes. Take a look and see whether they fit."

Ling Yuan: "Hongyu, Maple, and Katarina, I bought you some desserts from my world."

Sanjat: "Thank you, Lord Ling Yuan."

The moment Cecilia received the clothes, her little face immediately reddened.

Because what Ling Yuan had sent was none other than a wedding dress!

Katarina: "Mmm! Group Owner, you're the best! It's been so long since I've eaten anything this delicious, sob sob (╥Ω╥`)"

As she ate, she could not help crying.

Like a sad monkey.

The maid Ann beside her watched with twitching lips.

Mind your table manners, Young Miss.

Eighth Princess: "Thank you, Brother Ling Yuan."

Little Hongyu also felt greatly reassured.

Meanwhile, Black Pupil looked strangely at the maid outfit before her.

Why was hers a maid outfit?

Subconsciously, she glanced around.

After finding no one nearby, she quietly took off her outer clothes...

(Ding!!! Error...)

After changing into it, Black Pupil turned around in front of the mirror.

Mm, it fit perfectly...

It fit perfectly?

Black Pupil, who had been a little happy, froze.

She then realized a very serious problem.

Why did Ling Yuan know her measurements?

Especially...

Lowering her head, she looked at her breasts and gently lifted them.

Even the support fit perfectly...

"!!!"

In an instant, Black Pupil's little face reddened at a visible speed.

Akame: "@Ling Yuan, come out and explain how you know my measurements?!"

Ling Yuan: "Do you want to know?"

Akame: "Tell me!"

Ling Yuan remained completely unruffled.

Ling Yuan: "Do you remember that wall Ruonan sent you flying into?"

Akame: "..."

She vaguely had a bad feeling.

Sure enough—

Ling Yuan: "I took a rough look. I don't know whether I should say you have an amazing physique or an exceptionally sturdy frame, but the indentation from your chest was firmly imprinted on that wall."

Ling Yuan: "So I bought you a set based on the mold from that wall. The fact that it actually fit was quite beyond my expectations."

Akame: "..."

"Bang!"

Eight Rooms instantly sliced the table in two.

Black Pupil's face flushed red.

That bastard had actually insulted her indirectly!

Lightning Dragon Slayer: "Don't Hongyan and I get any gifts?"