Volume Four: Withering in the World of Men - Chapter 303: A Certain Madam's Melancholy

This is an extremely luxurious room.

The floor was paved with countless gold bricks, each engraved with exquisite patterns; the walls were covered with world-class paintings, all genuine, their frames studded with diamonds; the carpets were woven from gold thread and the fur of rare demonic beasts, each inch of which was priceless; the walls were inlaid with gemstones of various colors, dazzling and eye-catching; the furniture was made of the finest wood, covered with layers of processed fur from great demonic beasts; rows of display shelves lined the walls, displaying all kinds of artworks, each by a master craftsman, as well as numerous specimens of extinct demonic beasts; enormous chandeliers hung from the ceiling, but instead of psionic bulbs, they were illuminated by dozens of pearls from the six-thousand-meter -Deep Sea, making the vast room brightly lit.

The room's owner was reclining on a large bed with a high canopy, stroking several luxurious fur coats with one hand and putting an unidentified fruit that looked like a jewel into his mouth with the other.

"Hmm... this one is beautiful, and so is this one... ahhh~~which one should I choose? It's so frustrating~"

"Madam, you look beautiful in any of these clothes."

A handsome man dressed in a standard butler's uniform spoke thus. Every detail of this man was perfect from head to toe, so perfect that it seemed unreal, as if he were born to cater to the fantasies of young girls in love.

"Really? Ah, it must be true~ After all, you only ever tell me the truth, because I'm so perfect."

The mistress chuckled as she got off the bed, lazily stretched, and stood up. Immediately, two men, just as handsome as the first one, appeared beside her, carefully supporting her arms and waist as if she were a fragile work of art.

"Thanks so much, my lovely sweethearts! Hurry up and get me a full-length mirror~ Oh, right..."

With a casual flick of her wrist, she swept the ruby-encrusted fruit plate off the bedside table onto the floor with a loud thud, without even blinking, as if it were an eyesore of trash.

"I've been using this fruit platter for two days straight, and I'm sick of looking at it. Things I'm tired of just looking at only pollute my eyes. Don't you know you should replace this old, tattered thing?"

A crystal plate inlaid with gemstones worth hundreds of millions of dollars became "old junk" in someone's eyes after only two days.

"I'm so sorry, Madam, we'll replace it with a new one right away. What do you think of the Siberian diamond-engraved plate that we just won the auction for yesterday?"

"Hmm... Is this all the defective stuff we have? I hate using substandard stuff. Xiao Yi and Xiao Er, take a check for 20 billion Tong Coin to Gloria tomorrow and see what's good for you!"

"With pleasure, madam!"

"Madam, the fitting room mirror has arrived."

Two handsome young men brought in a huge mirror and placed it on the ground. Although it was a heavy object, their movements were extremely elegant. What was even more eye-catching was this "mirror," which was actually a rectangular stone slab with a smooth, polished surface. The outermost layer was a crystal-like glaze, with a constantly flowing, mercury-like silver liquid inside, which could clearly reflect a person's image. If a skilled craftsman saw this, he would be furious, because this kind of stone was a top-grade material for forging weapons, which might not be found even after emptying ten giant mountains. Yet she was using it as a dressing mirror, which went beyond the level of wasting a precious resource.

"Little Five, Little Six, help me change my clothes. Be careful not to mess up my hairstyle, not a single strand of hair!"

"It's a great honor, Madam!"

Xiao Wu and Xiao Liu were two beautiful girls whose style of dress was exactly the same as the previous handsome men. They also possessed a similarly indistinguishable, mass-produced beauty. They carefully unbuttoned the numerous jade-encrusted buttons on their master's clothes, unzipped the colorful crystal zipper, and removed the clothes from their master's beautiful body, putting on the new fur coat—

"Ah..."

When the coat was draped over the owner's shoulders, it slightly stirred the air.

It blew up a small strand of its owner's hair.

It has shifted a few millimeters from its original position.

"... I'm sorry, madam, I..."

"Oh, it's okay~ You should be happy."

After all--

"Now you're about to enjoy the special treatment of being personally escorted on your journey by the perfect me—die!"

Die!

The moment those two words left her lips,

The girl, who had made a mistake, fell straight to the ground, without any external injuries or signs of internal injury or poisoning.

She's just "dead."

Without a heartbeat, without thought, the cells no longer breathe, the blood no longer flows, the eyes lose their luster, and it becomes a beautiful corpse.

The other handsome men and beautiful women present witnessed this scene, yet their expressions remained completely unchanged; they didn't even blink, as if they were used to such things. Upon closer inspection, one could see that even the girl, now a corpse, had a perfectly calm expression on her face, revealing only fear or resentment in the moments before her death.

"Alright~ Xiao Qi, help me change in place of Xiao Liu. Xiao Ba and Xiao Shi, carry this pile of dead flesh out. I'll go crazy if my place smells like corpses."

"As you wish, madam."

One woman and two men carried out the orders expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened.

"Hmm... this outfit is really nice, but should I wear a scarf or a shawl with it? That's another question to think about."

"I recommend that silver-gray scarf, Madam."

"Hmm... you really do have good taste. Nobody else can give me any decent advice."

The lady of the house, known as "Madam," turned her head with a smile, sizing up the light brown-haired girl who had suddenly appeared there.

"Are you back from your vacation, Givinia?"

"Yes, madam."

"Did you have fun? I always have to let you handle the chores for me, it must be hard on you. But being able to serve someone as beautiful and perfect as me is the greatest reward for you, isn't it?"

"I am very honored, madam."

"Hmm~ Speaking of which..."

The lady's eyes narrowed slightly.

Her red lips parted slightly.

"What have you been doing all this time?"

It's just a simple movement of the lips to compose words, but it gives people a completely different feeling.

Words are like a cold, sticky liquid, penetrating the skin, tearing open the internal organs, and seeping directly into the heart.

It's like raping someone's soul.

And Givinia--

"A vacation in the Central Sea Islands —sunshine, beaches—nothing is more relaxing!"

"... Oh ho, I hope you're having fun~ But to be honest, even though you're back, there's not much work for you right now. The plan is almost complete. Now all we have to do is quietly watch that vulgar Revolutionary Army battle the equally crude Papacy~~"

"You've worked hard, Madam."

"Not at all, not at all! How could I allow myself to sweat with the most perfect body in the world? For me, it's just a matter of attending a few concerts; the only downside is the long wait time~"

"Objectively speaking, Huang Huo and Gustav are too inclined towards the martial arts faction, Yu He is a businessman and can only guard the Neumann Void Realm, Neumann is not mature enough, Anubas has no direct combat power. Madam, your special ability is definitely the most versatile among the high-level officials."

"Right? Right? I knew it. Someone as perfect as me is unique, even among the higher-ups! But..."

The lady frowned.

Her stunningly beautiful face, exuding an air of elegance and nobility, was distorted for the first time.

"That woman, Blood Fiend, Ai Kasser..."

The lady will never forget that guy.

The noble, the beautiful, the perfect woman—for the first time, she felt inferior when she met that indifferent woman.

In terms of both appearance and temperament, that woman was no less than—and perhaps even surpassed—himself. Despite lacking luxurious clothing, she possessed an innate nobility; without a throng of servants, she exuded an unparalleled aloofness. It was difficult to say who was stronger overall, but in terms of combat prowess alone, that woman was indeed more formidable.

She felt angry, an uncontrollable anger.

She is perfect, flawless, and cannot tolerate the slightest blemish.

She couldn't accept the fact that there were women who were better than her.

So, naturally, they became enemies.

She disdained such underhanded tactics as trying to sabotage her at every opportunity and by every means possible, because they were anything but elegant.

What she wanted was the most lavish spectacle and the most spectacular showdown, to make everyone in the organization understand that Ai Kasser was only fit to grovel at her feet.

However, just almost a year ago...

Ai Kasser has completely disappeared and is most likely dead.

Upon hearing this news, the lady felt no joy whatsoever; instead, she was furious, almost to the point of madness.

Countless nights she cursed Blood Fiend as a coward who had vanished without a trace before she could defeat her. She wished she could turn the entire Spirit Star upside down and drag that woman out to slap her across the face.

However, it was no use.

In his search for her whereabouts, he neglected matters on the West Saint Continent, enduring the Leader's impatient scolding, and sent all his servants to search for her, but to no avail.

Over time, she finally accepted the fact that Blood Fiend was dead.

All that's left is resentment.

The woman left after leaving behind the fact that "she was better than me," and now the lady never had the chance to prove to everyone that "I am more perfect Kasser."

But she still occasionally harbors a sliver of hope.

If Blood Fiend has any descendants or successors in this world, she will definitely do it herself—

"Call..."

After leaving the lady's estate and confirming that the lady was no longer paying attention to her, Givinia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thump.

Her legs gave way, and she collapsed into the bushes by the roadside.

"Huff... huff... haa... haa..."

My head hurts so much.

It's like someone is sticking a scalding hot iron into your brain and stirring it endlessly, or like burying a bunch of rotten maggots covered in thorns into your cerebral cortex—that's the kind of inhuman suffering you experience.

That's incredibly powerful.

Just by resisting the piercing question, "What have you been doing all this time?", she exhausted all the mental projections she had prepared beforehand.

Leaving aside the exceptional Gustav, if the Huang Huo is the strongest direct physical attack type, then Madam Winsani is the strongest indirect mental attack type.

The power of just one serious sentence can almost turn your brain into mush.

Can such a force truly win?

"Wrong..."

It's not about whether we can win or not.

It's not that we have to win, but that we absolutely must win.

"I've waited so long for this moment... so I must...!"

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With the crackdown on online pornography intensifying, I had to remove some of the more explicit parts from the first few chapters yesterday at the request of others. Please understand, but honestly, it hurt me to have almost two thousand words cut...