Godlike: From Fake to Real, Lord of the Gods

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Si Yao was speechless at her alarmed expression.

At the same time, he also felt more clearly the invisible attraction emanating from Su Xiaoli.

This is not simply a visual impact from appearance or figure, but a deeper, genetically-based allure.

This force field silently influences the perceptions and emotions of the surrounding creatures, making people involuntarily feel curiosity, affection, and even a stronger desire to possess her.

Even Lian Siyao himself felt a slight, almost imperceptible ripple in his mind at such close range, generating an impulse to understand it more deeply and even bring it under his control.

Although he instantly suppressed the impulse with his strong willpower, this speaks volumes.

Even he is somewhat affected. How helpless would ordinary Earthlings, those "monkeys" with weak willpower, be when faced with this genetic allure?

Guess what happened to the ancestors of a woman who involuntarily exuded such fatal attraction over the past thousand years, especially in those times of strict etiquette and low status of women.

Will one become a caged canary in the arms of the powerful? Will one be reduced to a plaything driven by desire? Or will one struggle to survive amidst gossip and moral judgment, forced to use this one and only "talent" as a bargaining chip for survival?

The so-called "mistresses for generations" probably refers to countless unspeakable tragedies caused by being swept up by the tides of the times and driven by their own genetic instincts.

Wasting time with a young girl whose thinking is somewhat erratic due to genetic instincts and experiences on the margins of society doesn't align with his efficiency principles.

It's best to get straight to the point.

"Let me ask you a question: Do you accept being kept by a sugar daddy/sugar baby?"

The moment he finished speaking, Si Yao made a slight mental movement and, using the bank account information he had just obtained by hacking into Su Xiaoli's phone signal, directly completed the transfer operation.

Su Xiaoli's phone vibrated almost simultaneously, giving a crisp text message notification tone.

She instinctively took it out and looked at it, her eyes widened instantly, and her mouth opened into an "O" shape.

[Your account ending in XXXX received a transfer of RMB 1,000,000.00 on [Date]. Balance: ...]

One million?!

She rubbed her eyes hard, counting the string of zeros over and over again, her mind went blank, and she was completely stunned.

Has a pie fallen from the sky? And a super luxurious, diamond-encrusted one at that?!

A handsome guy showed up at her door and transferred a million without saying a word... saying he wanted to keep her as his mistress?!

Is this... is this the legendary "getting both money and sex"?

No, wait, she ate and took things with her?!

Happiness came so suddenly that Su Xiaoli felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat.

But the next second, a chill ran down my spine.

Wait a minute! How did he know my bank card number?! I've never told anyone!

Could it be... a psychopathic stalker? Or some new type of scam? Giving me a sweet treat first, then tricking me into having my kidneys cut off?!

In an instant, alarm bells rang in Su Xiaoli's mind, and terrifying scenarios she had seen in various news reports flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern. Her gaze towards Si Yao changed from surprise to horror and extreme suspicion in an instant.

Because her mind was in a state of extreme confusion at the moment, she did not subconsciously encrypt her brainwaves at all, even though she probably didn't have the ability to do so.

Those chaotic and dramatic ideas, like noisy broadcast signals, uncontrollably intruded into Si Yao's far beyond human perception.

Si Yao: "..."

He could even "hear" the complete plot of the "underground black market organ trade" that Su Xiaoli imagined.

Si Yao was utterly speechless. He felt that if he spent even a second longer with this girl with her peculiar thought process, his own intelligence would be corrupted.

He turned away expressionlessly, leaving behind a single sentence:

"I'll give you ten minutes to think about it."

"And one more thing," he paused, then added without turning his head, "change into clothes you can wear outside."

After saying that, he went straight downstairs, as if staying for even a second longer would be torture.

Five minutes later.

Si Yao leaned against the mottled wall downstairs, watching Su Xiaoli carrying a rather large suitcase, panting heavily as she rushed down the stairs, her face flushed.

She did change her clothes. A slightly conservative short skirt paired with a white shirt, attempting to create the image of a pure and innocent female student.

However, Si Yao immediately recognized that this outfit was most likely the same "uniform temptation" outfit she had worn during one of her live streams when she was pushing the boundaries, only it was less revealing.

This seems to be the most "normal" outfit in her wardrobe.

"I...I'm all better!" Su Xiaoli ran up to him, her cheeks flushed with excitement from running, her eyes sparkling. Her previous wariness and suspicion had long been swept away by the million.

Si Yao nodded, turned around and led her toward the sports car parked at the alley entrance.

It was a sleek luxury sports car, clearly not designed for carrying large luggage.

Si Yao was about to use the dark dimension technology to pack away the troublesome suitcase when he saw that Su Xiaoli was faster than him.

Almost without hesitation, she used both arms to throw the bulging suitcase into the roadside trash can with a thud!

The movements were clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

Then, with remarkable ease and even a touch of impatience, she opened the car door, smoothly got into the passenger seat, and even fastened her seatbelt—the whole process was seamless.

Si Yao: "..."

He looked at the suitcase abandoned in the trash can, then at Su Xiaoli in the car with a "I'm ready, let's go" expression, and once again confirmed that this girl's thought process was indeed extraordinary.

The sports car engine let out a deep roar as it smoothly drove away from the old residential area, leaving the dilapidated buildings and the abandoned suitcase far behind.

Su Xiaoli, like a curious child, touched and looked at everything, her eyes sparkling: "Wow, this car is so high-end! Are the seats real leather? They feel so comfortable! And this screen is so big..."

She chattered on and on, trying to relieve her inner tension and excitement, which was also an instinctive way of trying to attract Si Yao's attention.

Si Yao kept his eyes on the road ahead, focused on driving, and ignored her amazement and curiosity.

Su Xiaoli talked to herself for a while, but seeing that Si Yao had no intention of responding, the atmosphere became a bit awkward.

She stole a glance at Si Yao's cold profile, feeling a little uneasy.

This "sugar daddy" seems... a bit hard to approach? Much harder to deal with than those losers in the live stream who expect her to call them "husband" just because they send her some gifts.

She cleared her throat and decided to take the initiative, proceeding with the most crucial step—introducing herself and, incidentally, probing the other party's background.

"Um... Boss?" she called tentatively, deliberately softening her voice. "My name is Su Xiaoli, Su as in Suzhou, and Xiaoli as in little fox. What... is your name?"

"Si Yao."

"I can do so many things! Dancing, singing, chatting... well, basically, I'll do anything you ask!"

After she finished speaking, she opened her big, watery eyes and looked at Si Yao's profile with anticipation, waiting for his response, like a little animal trying to show itself and longing to be recognized.

Si Yao glanced at her. "Feeding fish, you know how?"

Su Xiaoli was slightly taken aback. "Feed the fish?"

……

The sports car eventually stopped in front of the luxury villa in the suburbs.

Su Xiaoli pondered the meaning of "feeding fish" the whole way. Was it some kind of metaphor? Or a special code used by the wealthy?

All sorts of outrageous and slightly risqué guesses flashed through her mind.

Si Yao parked the car and led her into the villa, through the spacious living room, and towards the glass door leading to the backyard.

"The fish... is right behind us," Si Yao said calmly, pushing open the door.

Su Xiaoli followed him out with a mix of trepidation and curiosity, and then she froze.

In the backyard lawn, there wasn't a fishpond, but only... a huge crocodile, covered in orange-red and blackish-gray scales, gnawing on a whole roasted lamb with its mouth dripping with oil?!

Still standing?!

Hearing the noise, Thorton raised his huge head and looked over with his clear, slightly naive eyes.

When it saw the petite and fragrant "female bun" behind Si Yao, it instinctively sniffed and muttered:

"Boss, this thing... uh, this stuff, is it edible?"

As soon as it finished speaking, Su Xiaoli's face turned ashen white, her legs went weak, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Feeding fish?!

Feeding crocodiles?!

Is this guy planning to feed her to the crocodiles?!

One million... is that money to buy your life?!

Are the weird hobbies of rich people really that terrifying?!