Hearing this, Luo Zhao froze for a moment before a deeply complicated, bitter smile touched her lips.
"You should know," she said slowly. Her voice had regained its former calm, but it felt even more distant.
"Such a thing as absolute trust cannot possibly exist."
"Yes, I know it's impossible too."
Gu Chengyin sighed softly, as if he had anticipated this. But then, his tone took a sudden turn.
"So, Your Highness, why don't we make a bet?"
"A bet?" Luo Zhao's vigilance instantly spiked to its peak.
Proposing a wager while she was completely at his mercy reeked of a conspiracy no matter how she looked at it.
"If Your Highness wins, I will untie you immediately. From then on, I am at your disposal. Whether you wish to kill me or torture me, it is entirely up to you."
"But if I win... I will still untie you. You only need to agree to what I said just now and grant me your utmost trust."
Gu Chengyin took a step forward, closing the distance between them. His eyes were clear, even appearing somewhat innocent.
"The wager is also very simple. We lock eyes. As long as Your Highness does not blink for five seconds, you win."
Luo Zhao was stunned.
Lock eyes for five seconds without blinking?
What kind of wager was this?
But her mind raced, quickly deducing the outcomes: whether she won or lost, the other party promised to release her.
If she won, not only would she regain her freedom, but she could also subdue this unfathomable talent.
If she lost, she would merely have to agree to his seemingly absurd, yet actually quite absurd, demand for trust.
As for the reality of that trust, wasn't that entirely up to her? No matter how she looked at it, this wager was extremely favorable to her.
Although stalling for time was also a sound strategy.
However, Shangguan Yunying had yet to appear, and the building was abnormally quiet. She feared her only chance of escape lay in drawing the attention of Chen Busha.
Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in the blink of an eye.
Ultimately, Luo Zhao suppressed the lingering trace of unease in her heart. Meeting Gu Chengyin's gaze, she nodded resolutely.
"Very well, I will take your wager."
"Your Highness is straightforward."
Gu Chengyin smiled faintly and slowly raised his eyes, meeting Luo Zhao's gaze with a peaceful look.
Luo Zhao also stared intently, focusing all her willpower to control her eyelashes, ready to endure these seemingly simple five seconds.
One, two...
Time flowed steadily by.
Luo Zhao's pupils clearly reflected Gu Chengyin's calm face.
Three...
However, just at the split second when the fourth second was about to tick into the fifth.
A sudden change occurred!
Deep within Gu Chengyin's originally clear and peaceful eyes, it was as if an abyssal vortex silently exploded!
It was not a trick of light and shadow, but a magnetic pull acting directly upon the level of consciousness.
Luo Zhao felt her vision being violently sucked in!
Immediately after, the world began to twist and turn upside down in a frenzy!
"Ugh..."
Luo Zhao wanted to look away, to close her eyes, to cry out.
But her eyelids, her vocal cords, all of her muscles, they seemed to no longer belong to her.
Only Gu Chengyin's face remained clearly suspended in the center of her rapidly blurring vision.
The hateful smile on his face became the final brand burned into her mind before her consciousness plunged into darkness.
Her last sliver of lucid awareness, like shattered ice sinking into the deep sea, crashed into the depths of her soul with a piercing chill.
[Hypnosis Successful]
After successfully hypnotizing Luo Zhao, Gu Chengyin did not leave.
He calmly untied the restraints around the fake Luo Zhao's wrists.
Then, through a series of commands, he guided the now-controlled Highness to take a seat with him on opposite sides of the tea table.
The fragrant tea swirled with faint steam. As the two sat opposite each other sipping tea, their postures displayed a somewhat eerie harmony under the flickering candlelight.
However, Gu Chengyin's gaze drifted toward the tightly closed door from time to time. His fingertips tapped lightly against the rim of his cup, as if he were waiting for something.
Sure enough, hurried footsteps approached from afar. Accompanied by the sharp, clanging sound of armor plates rubbing together, they shattered the silence within the building.
"Your Highness! Are you..."
Shangguan Yunying burst through the door first, rushing in with a voice that was shrill from extreme anxiety.
However, when she got a clear look at the scene inside:
Her Highness and a strange man were sitting across from each other, sipping tea. The atmosphere was so peaceful it bordered on leisurely. The rest of her words caught in her throat, and she froze in place.
Chen Busha, who followed closely behind, had almost the exact same reaction.
Just moments ago, he had bumped into a dazed Shangguan Yunying downstairs.
Upon hearing from her that she had absolutely no memory of bringing anyone upstairs, the battle-hardened general felt as though he had been plunged into an icy abyss.
He had actually allowed an assassin of unknown origins to get close to Her Highness right under his nose!
But the scene before him... how did this look anything like an assassination?
Instead, it looked like... Her Highness was having a secret, late-night meeting with a highly important guest?
Just as the two stood there in shock and bewilderment, the fake Luo Zhao raised her eyes, her expression instantly darkening.
"How utterly audacious of you." Her voice was not loud, but it carried a bone-chilling coldness.
"Do you not see that I am discussing matters with a distinguished guest? To barge in without being announced..."
Her phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze piercing the two of them like ice picks. "Are you planning a rebellion?"
"This subordinate would never dare! Please quell your anger, Your Highness!" Chen Busha trembled violently. This bone-chilling tone, this commanding and majestic posture, it was absolutely Her Highness, without a doubt!
An immense terror instantly seized him. Without a shred of hesitation, he immediately bowed and cupped his fists, not daring to steal even another glance.
"This subordinate was reckless and will withdraw immediately! Please forgive my offense, Your Highness!"
With that, he hastily retreated, his figure swiftly vanishing outside the door, leaving behind only a bewildered Shangguan Yunying.
Shangguan Yunying's gaze darted back and forth between the fake Luo Zhao and Gu Chengyin, her face written with disbelief and immense confusion.
An unprecedented sense of crisis violently pierced her heart.
Just a short while ago, she had lost Her Highness's favor due to a slip of the tongue.
In the blink of an eye, a stranger, whom she had no recollection of, yet who could sit on equal footing with her master, had appeared by Her Highness's side?
How could she not panic? How could she not be thrown into disarray?
The fake Luo Zhao's eyes sharpened. Seeing Shangguan Yunying still standing there in a daze, she was just about to reprimand her again.
"Please quell your anger, Your Highness," Gu Chengyin spoke up at the perfect moment. His voice was gentle, carrying just the right tone of mediation.
"Lord Shangguan and General Chen were merely eager to protect their master. In their desperation, they lost their sense of propriety."
He stood up and slowly walked over to Shangguan Yunying, who was still in a state of shocked bewilderment. Smiling faintly, he said:
"Does Lord Shangguan not remember? It was you who introduced me to Her Highness."
Shangguan Yunying blinked hard, her gaze toward Gu Chengyin now filled with even deeper confusion and vigilance.
Introduced him? Why did she have absolutely no memory of this?
At this moment, Gu Chengyin was also feeling quite helpless. The system's rules were clear: there could only be one hypnosis target at a time.
When he chose Luo Zhao as his new target, the hypnosis on Shangguan Yunying was naturally lifted.
Fortunately, she would not retain any memories from that period, otherwise the situation would be far more troublesome.
But looking at Shangguan Yunying's complete disbelief, and the faint scrutiny and hostility in her eyes...
Gu Chengyin knew he had no choice but to use his final trump card.
"You..." Shangguan Yunying furrowed her brows, just about to demand answers.
"Shang! Guan! Yun! Ying!"
The fake Luo Zhao's icy voice suddenly rang out. She enunciated every single syllable, each word feeling as if it were coated in shards of ice, slamming mercilessly into Shangguan Yunying's heart.
This unprecedented, bone-chilling call by her full name instantly detonated the most primal fear deep within her soul.
All suspicions regarding Gu Chengyin and confusion over the bizarre situation before her vanished into thin air the moment she heard that reprimand.
"This subordinate deserves death!"
Her knees gave way, and she dropped heavily to the ground with a thud, her forehead knocking hard against the cold floor. Her voice trembled uncontrollably with fear:
"This subordinate was reckless and foolish to offend our distinguished guest! I beg Your Highness to... grant me death!"
The fake Luo Zhao rose to her feet and paced slowly toward her, looking down from above with a gaze of unquestionable, absolute authority:
"Mr. Gu is an honored guest I have invited, and he is the key to breaking this deadlock."
"From this moment on, all matters inside and out, regardless of their magnitude, shall be decided entirely by Mr. Gu. He will temporarily assume the authority of the Chief of the Internal Affairs Bureau."
Her voice suddenly grew heavier, ringing out like the clash of iron and steel, echoing through the silent room:
"You, Chen Busha, and everyone else must obey Mr. Gu's orders unconditionally. There shall be not the slightest questioning or delay."
She leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice even further, yet it only made it all the more bone-chilling:
"Am I understood?"

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”