Transmigrated into a villainous guide who picks up bargains, a useless person is transformed into a

Three hours ago.

Central Star, Yan Mansion.

The study, gilded and inlaid with jade, was opulent and imposing, yet the atmosphere was so somber it was almost suffocating.

Yan Mu swirled his wine glass, his gaze casually drifting to the chat window, a hint of suppressed anxiety in his voice: "Butler, are you even taking your job seriously?"

"I'm sorry, young master."

The butler took a step back, his movements cautious yet filled with doubt.

Logically speaking, seven SS-level assassins should have had an easy time dealing with a defenseless guide. It's unreasonable that they not only failed to capture the person but were also completely wiped out.

The assassin organization only gave the explanation that "she had accomplices," and said nothing else.

He didn't know what went wrong in the process.

"Young Master, the Imperial Finance Department has recently come to discuss several projects, which may be completed in about three months... If we don't cancel the engagement soon, it might be too late," the butler reported timidly.

Yan Mu's eyes narrowed, and his voice was low: "I understand."

He killed so many people to get the group; he couldn't possibly just watch the empire take it away.

He waved his hand impatiently, and everyone wisely left the room.

The screen in front of them split in two. On the left screen, a black-haired girl stared at the assassins, trying to persuade them to reveal their mastermind.

"Fool!" Yan Mu's lips curled into a mocking smile.

The next instant, the perspective shifted, and an inconspicuous blue phantom flashed by in the corner.

His knuckles slid, and the image instantly zoomed in.

After Yan Mu saw the person inside clearly, his white-gray eyes suddenly narrowed.

Just then, a encrypted message popped up on the right side of the screen.

[Young Master Yan, you're too kind. It was just a small favor. There aren't many kind-hearted sentinels like you these days. You stayed by your wife's side even when she made a mistake, which I admire. I'll have my men bring her back within three days. I'll accept the gift.]

Yan Mu's lips curled into a sinister smile as he casually clicked on Lu Weiliang's profile picture.

[Did you delete me? See you at the Empire State Building the day after tomorrow night.]

……

"Team leader, give me an explanation! Why am I on the return trip list?"

In the office on the 77th floor, Lu Weiliang plopped down on the sofa, so angry she almost died on the spot.

In just one night, she went from last place to first place. No sentries were even asked to help her. How did they give her special treatment?

Which bastard is behind this?

She didn't want to go back and die.

Team Leader Jiang flipped through the documents without looking up, having already seen through Lu Weiliang's feigned innocence. Wasn't she just using her fiancé's connections to get in? Her tone was utterly dismissive: "Stop pretending. How could you not know your fiancé made the arrangements?"

She certainly didn't know, but thinking about it, there was no one else but Yan Mu.

Yan Mu is ruthless and extremely vengeful.

In order to control the family business, family members were either killed or maimed, and the methods used were extremely cruel.

Given his personality, he would never allow the group to be swallowed up by the empire. He would definitely try every means to kill her and then find a high-ranking leader to attach himself to in order to save the group.

Lu Weiliang raised her chin defiantly and shouted, "I'm going to report you! You're breaking the law! I was sentenced to three years of exile for spreading compromising photos of the commander, writing articles about the prince, and spreading rumors that the priest was a monk. It's only been a little over ten days. You're committing a crime, and I'm not leaving!"

"I'm not leaving!" She hugged the cushion and shrank further into the sofa.

Team leader Jiang frowned in disgust and said in a deep voice, "Don't act innocent after getting a good deal. If you've taken someone else's spot, hurry up and leave. If you leave too late, I can't help you if the third-place person you squeezed out comes after you."

She glanced at her watch: "Don't be late for the starship at 5 PM. Is there anything else?" Before Lu Weiliang could respond, she interrupted, "If not, get out!"

"Xiao Zhang, see the guests out!"

The meaning of kicking them out is quite clear.

Lu Weiliang knew very well that once the list was entered into the system, it would be very difficult to change, and there was no room for maneuver.

She returned to her residence dejectedly, and after much deliberation, she finally called the staff member in charge of the handover.

Her backdoor admission has already made her hated by several powerless tour guides. Her reputation was already bad, and staying would surely bring her no good; she might even be bullied.

She had already made up her mind: once she got back, she would make a lot of money, quietly clean up her act, and keep a low profile.

As for those people the original owner offended, they should avoid them, especially Yan Mu.

Soon, staff arrived to help with the handover procedures: "Director Lu, this time when you return to Central Star, your assigned work unit is the Sewer Legion."

"Yes, thank you," Lu Weiliang replied calmly.

The staff looked puzzled; it was an insult to assign a tour guide such a job.

This guide used to hate the sewer base the most, and even claimed that those sewer sentries didn't deserve to be guided. What's wrong with him now?

The staff did not offer any warnings, simply assuming the other person deserved their bad luck.

Anyway, this guide is notoriously vicious in the Empire, and they'd be happy to see her suffer.

Noticing the unfriendly gaze of the staff, Lu Weiliang paused in her action of grabbing tickets for Sha Ling. She suddenly felt very uneasy, as if something was waiting for her on Central Star.

This was a very bad premonition, and reality proved it to be.

……

Sewer Base - 076 Diversion Station.

Zhao Dayu, the front desk sentry, looked at Lu Weiliang with a cold expression.

The girl had long, black, curly hair like seaweed, and bright, watery purple eyes. Her face was extremely beautiful, truly a beauty that could topple kingdoms.

According to current genetic screening results, the more beautiful a guide is, the more likely she is to awaken advanced mental abilities.

Lu Weiliang truly lives up to her former S-class director status; she is indeed flawlessly beautiful.

Zhao Dayu revealed a disdainful expression: "Director Lu, I really didn't expect you to come back. Are you satisfied with this job?"

He stared at Lu Weiliang's face, hoping to see anger and embarrassment on her face.

After all, that's the job of guiding the sewer sentinels, the lowest of the intergalactic hierarchy.

In the interstellar world, sentinels and guides are separate entities.

Sentinels are physically strong and responsible for fighting off external pollutants, but their mental seas are extremely fragile and easily corrupted into beasts.

The guides' mental power just balanced this out, allowing them to purify the sentinels' corruption through mental connections.

Senior sentinels are on the front lines battling pollutants, while another type of sentinel doesn't need to go to the front lines; they are only responsible for cleaning up sewage pollution.

For example, sentries at the sewer base.

They spend most of their time in the filthy sewers; in their words, they're just consumables, worthless lives.

Over time, the sewer base became the lowest of the low, and the guide considered it a disgrace to direct the sentries there.

Therefore, even if a director is so poor that he has no food to eat, he will not work there.

To Zhao Dayu's surprise, Lu Weiliang glanced at the contract and unexpectedly revealed a smile.

"I am very satisfied."

She saw it; the salary section said five times the pay, a private dormitory, three meals a day, and a monthly salary of over 60,000. With food and lodging provided, wasn't that pure profit?

Moreover, she had heard that the wages here were never delayed.

Seeing that Lu Weiliang's reaction was different from what he had expected, Zhao Dayu's eyes flashed with disappointment for a moment. He then maliciously pulled out a video.

In the video, "Lu Weiliang" is spouting nonsense.

[Those low-level sentinels in the sewers don't deserve my guidance. Their pollution levels are too high; they might as well just die. Anyway, there are plenty of them. If this batch dies, there'll be another one. Hahahaha.]

Zhao Dayu deliberately played the music very loudly, and almost everyone in the hall could hear it.

"Tch, what kind of person is she and still pretending? I think the reason she fell from S-rank to F-rank is because she didn't keep her mouth shut. It's no wonder that God took away her mental power."

"What a waste of that face. She's so pretty, yet she's so vicious. Why didn't she die on a garbage planet?"

"They might try to comfort us later, but who knows how they'll torment us?"

Zhao Dayu laughed smugly: "Everyone's just complaining a bit. Director Lu is so magnanimous, he wouldn't care about something like that, would he?"