Online game: Mistakenly became a female character, started by slaughtering millions of chickens.

"..."

Banquet hall terrace.

The cool night breeze gently blew, taking away some of the heat in the banquet hall, but it couldn't dispel the loneliness in some people's hearts.

A young man, dressed in an inexpensive suit and with a handsome but somewhat immature appearance, was leaning alone against the railing of the terrace, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, but staring intently at the center of the banquet hall through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

He is Chen Feng.

But in another world, he is the renowned "Dragon King," ranked third on the server's power rankings, a figure of faith for countless players, and a lone shadow assassin.

In "God Realm", he can confidently stand beside Lin Qingyue and fight alongside her. Deep down, he even feels that he is worthy of her.

After all, he's a top player, and she's the guild leader—a match made in heaven.

However, at this moment, looking at Lin Qingyue, who was chatting and laughing under the crystal chandelier and exuding a noble temperament in every gesture, Chen Feng felt a deep sense of powerlessness rising from the soles of his feet.

A single bottle of wine in this banquet hall might cost him a year's salary.

The dress Lin Qingyue was wearing could probably be the down payment for a house for him.

He had just mustered the courage to go up and offer a toast, but he could only stand behind a group of rich kids and company executives.

When Lin Qingyue pushed him away for the sake of that girl named Su Qianqian, even though he knew it wasn't intentional, the feeling of being ignored still pierced his pride like a thorn.

"Oh......"

Chen Feng chuckled self-deprecatingly, tilted his head back, and downed the glass of red wine in one gulp.

The bitter taste spread in his mouth, just like his mood at that moment.

"In the game, I can take a hit for you, and I can instantly kill the back row for you; that's my domain."

"But in reality..."

Chen Feng looked at his reflection in the glass window—an ordinary, unremarkable version of himself that would be lost in a crowd.

"Even when I offer you a toast, you have to wait in line."

The enormous gap in their social status stood before him like an insurmountable chasm.

"call......"

Chen Feng let out a long breath, his eyes gradually becoming firm, or rather, becoming more obsessive.

Since reality is inaccessible, then that world is the only option.

"Only in the realm of the gods are all beings equal."

He had fallen in love with Lin Qingyue a long time ago, but the difference in their social status forced him to bury his feelings.

It wasn't until the game "God Realm" became a reality that he had the opportunity to get closer to it. Thinking of this, he gripped the wine glass tightly, his knuckles turning white.

"I want to become stronger... so strong that you can't ignore me, so strong that the entire divine realm can't do without me."

"..."

Inside the banquet hall, beside Lin Qingyue.

A middle-aged man dressed in a well-fitting gray suit and with his hair neatly combed stood quietly half a step behind Lin Qingyue.

He stood upright, his expression gentle yet dignified, always holding a clean white handkerchief in his hand.

Whenever a rich second-generation with ill intentions tries to get him drunk, or someone tries to strike up a conversation, he always manages to deflect the attack in the most polite yet forceful way.

Uncle Zhao is also the vice president of "Divine Realm" who is always at the forefront and is willing to sacrifice himself to protect Lin Qingyue—[Canglan].

As the Lin family's butler, he watched Lin Qingyue grow from a delicate little girl into a capable female CEO.

He never plays games for any kind of passion or to compete for supremacy.

He simply wanted to continue protecting his mistress in a different way.

"Miss, you've had a bit too much to drink tonight."

Uncle Zhao gently reminded her, and handed a glass of warm water to Lin Qingyue with a practiced gesture that put people at ease.

"It's alright, Uncle Zhao, I'm just happy today."

Lin Qingyue took the water, her face beaming with an unusually bright smile, and turned to continue whispering to Su Qianqian.

Uncle Zhao watched this scene with a hint of relief in his eyes.

Since the old man fell ill three years ago, and the family has been embroiled in constant internal strife, and since the young lady took over the group, she has not shown such a genuine, girlish smile for a very long time.

"Finding Miss Su might be more important to her than securing the first route."

Uncle Zhao sighed inwardly.

Then, his gaze shifted slightly, looking through the floor-to-ceiling window at the lonely figure on the terrace.

That's the Dragon King.

As someone who's been through it all, how could Uncle Zhao not see the emotions and inferiority complex hidden in that young man's eyes?

"He's a talented child, what a pity..."

Uncle Zhao gently shook his head, sighing silently in his heart:

"Some gaps cannot be bridged by leveling up in a game."

"I hope you can realize your place and not get too involved, otherwise... you'll only hurt yourself."

He withdrew his gaze, resuming his posture as the perfect butler, like a silent statue, guarding behind Lin Qingyue.

The banquet ended late at night.

A black Rolls-Royce slowly pulled up in front of the hotel.

"Qianqian, are you sure you don't want me to take you home? Where do you live?" Lin Qingyue held Su Qianqian's hand, reluctant to part.

"No need, no need! I can easily take a taxi!"

Su Qianqian quickly waved her hand.

Just kidding, if Lin Qingyue saw the cheap rental room she lived in, or even the chicken-killing goddess brother in the room, then everything would be over.

"Okay, then text me when you get home."

Lin Qingyue didn't force her, but before Su Qianqian got into the taxi, she suddenly remembered something and earnestly instructed her:

"Oh, right, Qianqian."

"Remember to tell your brother when you get back."

"Even though he's just a scenery enthusiast and not very skilled, he's still your brother. Make sure he adds me as a friend!"

Lin Qingyue emphasized, "Tell him his ID is 'Old Wang Next Door,' right? Make sure he contacts me as soon as he logs on. I'll arrange a quiet job for him in the guild, just a monthly salary!"

Su Qianqian, who was about to get into the taxi, froze.

She gave a dry laugh, her expression more painful than crying:

"Ha, haha... Okay, I'll tell him. He'll definitely be... very touched."

boom.

The car door closed, and the taxi drove away as if it were fleeing.

Lin Qingyue stood there, watching the taillights of the departing car, and said happily to Uncle Zhao behind her:

"Uncle Zhao, do you think what I did was right?"

"Since Qianqian refuses to accept money, I'll use a roundabout strategy and support her younger brother. Although that old Wang next door sounds a bit sleazy, as long as I pay him a high enough salary, it will be a way of helping Qianqian."

Uncle Zhao bowed slightly and smiled:

"Miss is wise."