A Man in Another World: The Yellow-Haired Warrior Who Infiltrated Pure Love

Lana nodded gently and gave a soft smile.

"..."

Watching Lana's retreating figure, Yuan Hua gently shook his head, then turned and left...

(P.S.: The women who enter the Tentacle Power Plant are at least those used by Yuan Hua, so they won't benefit others. I think everyone can accept that, right? Although they won't appear again, they have all become part of Yuan Hua's power.)

……

"Amazing."

Yuan Hua could feel his kidneys surging with power. This power was not only enhancing his physical fitness, but also continuously refining the magic in the APP. While increasing the quality, the total amount not only did not decrease, but also increased!

(P.S.: As mentioned before, the method of purifying magic is to compress the total amount to improve its quality.)

"Lana alone can provide such a powerful amplification effect, ah... I'm losing money like crazy..."

Yuan Hua was on the verge of collapse...

More than thirty wives, and only Lana is left alive...

"Who told you not to make it clear beforehand?"

Ascension maintained his gloating attitude...

“I… okay, I didn’t say that.”

Yuan Hua accepted his fate.

"Tch, serves you right."

Feisheng suddenly appeared.

"What are your plans next?"

"Uh... marrying a princess? Reaching the pinnacle of life?"

Yuan Hua weakly uttered a question...

"Can't you have some ambition, some drive? You're really embarrassing yourself."

Feisheng tugged hard at Yuan Hua's hair.

"Hurry, hurry, quickly decide where to go for fun."

"Um……"

Yuan Hua glanced down...

"nun?"

Yuan Hua's gaze lingered on the passing nun...

"Can I find another victim? Hey, speaking of which, I haven't been paying attention to Yong-tae for a long time, have I? I wonder if he's given up or not, since he hasn't replied in so long."

"Uh... judging by the time, it's about time to collect the interest..."

……

At this moment, Yong-tae...

"Master Curse Master, I beg you."

Yong-tae knelt down and bowed reverently to the curse master...

"Hmm... I can handle this, but..."

The curse master didn't continue speaking, but instead fixed his greedy gaze on the money pouch at Yong-tae's waist...

Kroc is not actually a curse master, but a highly skilled con artist.

He had his eye on Yong-tae, who was diligently collecting money, as early as two weeks ago...

Yong-tae was very lucky; he rescued a wealthy young master who was also very generous. After learning that his wife had been kidnapped, the young master gave him three hundred gold coins.

You see, Yong-tae is the kind of guy who can't control his mouth when he's drunk, and this news quickly spread among the thugs who frequented the pub.

"Um...how much do you want?"

Yong-tae clutched his purse, a wave of unease washing over him. This was Hannah's life-saving money.

But when he thought of his young companion who had already shrunk into his body, he felt another struggle within him...

It should be noted that curse masters are elusive and difficult to find even in a country. Moreover, most of them are fugitive criminals with no fixed residence.

It's extremely rare for an ordinary person to encounter even a few truly breathing curse masters in their lifetime.

"Hmm... this is a minor issue, fifty gold coins will suffice."

Kroc, leaning on his wooden staff, limped into the makeshift shack. His leg had been broken because he had messed with someone he shouldn't have.

Yong-tae quickly followed and squeezed into the cramped little house.

"That...money..."

"We'll talk about the money later. If it doesn't cure you, you don't have to pay. Hurry up and lie down on the bed."

Kroc walked to the lab bench piled high with potions, casually picked up a few bottles of colorful potions, and poured them into new test tubes. An eerie wisp of smoke slowly rose, and Yong-tae, lying on the wooden bed, felt a pounding in his chest...

"Is that stuff really drinkable?"

Yong-tae still felt uncertain...

"Drink this, it will help me break the curse."

Kroc shook the potion in his hand and then handed it to Yongtai.

"Foolish idiot, drink... drink... drink it all and then get a good night's sleep..."

Seeing Yong-tae drink the potion in one gulp, Croc lowered his hood, barely suppressing his overwhelming joy...

"Fall down, fall down now, your gold coins are mine!"

"My head... I feel so dizzy..."

"Hehehe..." (An elder of the Soul Palace praised it)

……

"Ugh! My head hurts so much!"

Yong-tae suddenly woke up with a start. He had just had a nightmare in which his gold coins were replaced with stones.

"Sigh... How could that be?"

Looking at the heavy money bag, Yong-tae gently patted it...

"Ok?"

The expected metallic clanging sound didn't occur; the purse even felt a little prickly to the touch...

Yong-tae's face grew increasingly grim...

"Liar!!! I'll kill you!!!!"

……

Timeline - Night - Yuan Hua arrived in Wache Town via the teleportation anchor point...

"Hmm...it seems like they've given up."

Yuan Hua moved the crate, and the trading location was empty; Yong Tai hadn't put any gold coins in it.

"He really gave up?"

Yuan Hua's mind was filled with doubt...

"Forget it, let's find somewhere to get something to eat."

Yuan Hua turned his head and looked at the restaurant next to him...

"Let's just grab something to eat here, Feisheng. Do you want me to bring you something?"

"No, you eat it yourself. Hannah has already cooked it."

"Ok."

Yuan Hua shrugged and then stepped into the restaurant...

Chapter 257 Best Director Award!

"Hahaha! See that? I stole that madman's money!"

"real or fake?!"

"It's all here, take a look for yourself."

"Holy crap! It really is! Everyone who sees it gets a share! Everyone who sees it gets a share!"

"..."

The noise coming from the corner of the restaurant immediately drew Yuan Hua's attention.

"Isn't that the spatial money pouch I gave to Yong-tae?"

To make it easier to hide the money, Yuan Hua would always leave a small pocket for Yong Tai to store it in.

So it seems that Yong-tae hasn't given up on Hannah yet.

Yuan Hua sized up the man who stole the money with great interest. Not bad, not bad, he's got some skills...

If that's the case, then it's very fun to play...

……

"Let's go! It's my treat tonight! We're not leaving until we're drunk!"

Crocker, arm in arm with his cronies, strode confidently toward the tavern, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings.

"Let's go! Big brother's treating! Big brother's treating!"

Kroc's two cronies' eyes lit up, and they immediately followed him with smug smiles.

"Brother, brother, after we finish our drinks, how about we go hang out with the pretty widow?"

The two thugs kept instigating, interspersing their words with flattery...