Qin Ye cowered in the corner of the room for some time. Then, blinking his eyes vacantly, he silently stood up, combed his fingers through his hair, pulled out his phone and tapped on a transport app.

“What are you doing?” Arthis asked with a slight twitch to her lips. She had a bad premonition of what was to come.

“I’d like to throw caution to the wind and put myself on the trip of a lifetime… Do you think I’ll be able to escape this tribulation by hiding in the depths of the Vatican City?” Qin Ye began to search for plane tickets in great agony.

As expected… Arthis stared blankly into the sky. I should never have expected much more from him… After all, we’re talking about a person whose lethargy runs so deep that he would never actively embark on a course of action unless he is pushed to the brink of desolation. It was naive of me to expect such an earth-shattering transformation of him overnight…

“Have you never thought of conquering the world, standing tall on your throne of power and authority, and indulging in the revelry of the company of beautiful women? Shouldn’t this be part of every man’s ambitions? Nine out of ten male protagonists are heaven-defying tyrants… so why are you drawing such clear boundaries?”

Qin Ye shook his head with great astonishment, “How could you have such unrealistic thoughts? Didn’t I tell you to watch less Netflix? Your brain’s going to rot away at this rate!”

Arthis was suddenly si...