The Heiress Arrives!

A man with a blurred face sat across from him on the sofa.

He wore formal attire. The black-and-white clothes made it difficult to distinguish their original colors, lending him an indescribably inhuman air.

"You're awake, Mr. Liu. The surgery was a success."

Deputy Liu touched his head and felt something foreign there.

The wound burned, though the pain was faint. There seemed to be some kind of barrier between him and this world, separating him from it and allowing him to experience this Dreamscape with the dissociated feeling of "I am myself, yet I am not myself."

The man before him sat on a sofa covered with a slipcover.

His legs were spread apart, his expression blurry as he said in a businesslike tone, "Mr. Liu, I know you're reluctant, but I still have to tell you that you only have one month to move out."

"...What happened?"

"Is your memory scrambled? The Cultivator Management Committee has shut down, and you're unemployed. Not only that, we found that you signed off on several illegal projects. We now suspect you embezzled public funds. Until the investigation is complete, you can't go anywhere."

The words made Deputy Liu's scalp tingle, and he instinctively shouted, "The leadership forced me to do it! And it was just a toilet, I didn't take any money! Besides, I didn't embezzle anything. At most, I charged my power bank in the office and showered in the association's restroom!"

"The Inspectorate doesn't care about that. Four million in public funds—unless you cover it yourself or find where it went, you can't leave Fangshan."

The Inspector stood up and continued, "We've confiscated your Spiritual Root and rented it out. In addition, we've extracted and stored your optic nerves, pain sensation, and sense of taste. Do your best to