A supporting character in a romance anime? I became a god using a rat talisman.

The reaction was so strong when it was outside, so why did it stop once it was inside?

Or is the talisman not in a fixed location, but moving at high speed?

Just as Qianyu was questioning his existence by looking at the inanimate object in his hand, he did not notice that from the other side of the hall, a gaze was passing through the crowd and landing on him.

On the other side of the banquet hall, a black-haired girl was holding a glass of red wine that she had no intention of drinking, her gaze seemingly falling on the figure that shouldn't be there.

Yukino Yukinoshita was wearing a dark blue evening gown tonight, revealing her fair and delicate shoulders and a glimpse of her exquisite collarbone.

Her waist-length black hair was styled into an exquisite bun, with only a few wisps of hair falling beside her ears, making her already cold and beautiful face even more captivating.

Her very presence was the most eye-catching sight at the banquet, so much so that from the moment she stepped into the venue, she was constantly being approached by flirts.

But her attention was completely elsewhere than on her eager suitors.

I'm just wondering, why is Kazama Chiba here?

Yukino's brows furrowed slightly.

In her mind, although Qianyu was mysterious and had some shady methods, she definitely did not belong to this kind of high society that was full of money and hypocritical smiles.

However, to be honest, Yukino's presence here is quite out of place.

These social occasions, filled with fake smiles and exchanges of favors, have always been the domain of the older sister, Haruno.

Her mother always brought only her older sister, Haruno, to various banquets because the "perfect eldest daughter" was perfectly at ease in such occasions, while Haruno would only detract from the image of the Yukinoshita family.

But tonight is an exception.

The banquet organizers specifically requested that the Yukino family bring Yukino to the event.

Although the mother was unhappy, she took into account the man's identity; he was supposedly a multinational businessman from the United States.

In the end, they compromised.

So now, Yukino is just left in the banquet hall as a decorative vase.

She hates these kinds of occasions.

I hate those small talk with ulterior motives, I hate those fake smiles that are so hypocritical they're nauseating, and I hate those who think they're superior.

Yukino, who already disliked this kind of social atmosphere, was about to find an excuse to leave when Chiyu's appearance piqued her interest, and her gaze lingered on him for a while longer.

"Miss Yukinoshita, what are you looking at?"

A greasy, slang-filled male English voice interrupted her thoughts.

Yukino turned her head away with some disgust.

Standing in front of her was a blond, blue-eyed young white man.

He wore an extravagant white suit, a gold watch studded with diamonds on his wrist, and a self-satisfied smile on his face.

Kelsen Weir, the son of an American tycoon, is a typical spoiled brat.

"nothing."

Yukino replied coldly and turned to leave.

But Kelsen clearly didn't want to let this opportunity slip by.

He followed Yukino's gaze and saw the Asian boy hiding in the corner.

He wore a gray suit, which was decent but definitely not top-notch, and he had a delicate appearance but no presence.

This unremarkable guy actually caught Yukino Yukinoshita's eye several times.

"Oh, so you were looking at that kid?"

Kelsen's smile instantly became somewhat distorted.

He had just tried his best to please this icy beauty, but she wouldn't even give him a second glance.

But when he turned his head, he kept staring at a Japanese boy who looked like a waiter.

"So that's the type of girl Yukinoshita likes."

Kelson's tone carried a sarcastic, sour undertone.

Yukino didn't even bother to raise an eyebrow.

“Mr. Kelson, I have no interest in you, nor in him. Please don’t flatter yourself.”

"Is that so?" Kelsen sneered. "But the way you looked just now didn't seem like you were uninterested."

His gaze was fixed on Qianyu in the corner like a venomous snake, and he was already plotting how to teach this eyesore a lesson.

Anyway, he's an invited guest tonight, so who would dare say he's not teaching a lesson to some nobody who just popped up out of nowhere?

Yukino saw through his intention and her brow furrowed slightly.

To be honest, her complicated feelings for Qianyu made it difficult for her to explain her own state of mind for a while.

Logically speaking, the two should have been like strangers long ago, and whatever happened to the other person would be none of her business.

But recalling what happened that day, Yukinoshita still kindly offered her reminder.

"I advise you not to provoke him."

"That person... is dangerous."

What was originally a well-intentioned piece of advice took on a different meaning in Kelsen's ears.

Danger?

A Japanese boy who looks like he's still in high school?

"Danger? Hahaha!"

Kelsen looked as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

"Miss Yukinoshita, are you joking with me? Aren't I the greatest danger here?"

He leaned down, looking into Yukino's cold eyes, his tone extremely arrogant.

"The Japanese are nothing but our American dogs. That has been true in the past and it remains true now."

"After I've finished disciplining that dog... beautiful lady, would you do me the honor of having dinner with me?"

Yukino didn't even bother to look at her this time.

She simply shook her head helplessly and silently lit a candle for this fool in her heart.

"Let's talk about it when you can come back."

Chapter 99 Asleep

in the corner.

Qianyu was still lost in thought and didn't notice anyone walking towards her.

Until a shadow suddenly loomed over him.

Kelsen looked down at him and uttered the insulting word in broken Japanese.

"Hey, you Japanese dog, stay away from Miss Yukinoshita, or else..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A muffled thud.

The arrogant white rich kid, without even a groan, rolled his eyes and fell straight backward.

"..."

Qianyu was stunned for a moment.

He instinctively stepped aside, looking at the guy slumped at his feet like a lump of dead flesh.

What?! A staged accident scam!

Valon appeared in front of Chiyu without her noticing.

The mafia boss was dressed exceptionally well tonight, wearing a sophisticated white suit, and holding a clean white handkerchief, slowly wiping his right hand, which was adorned with a ring.

That movement was like someone who had just dealt with a piece of dusty trash.

"Valon? What are you doing here?"

Qianyu then pointed to the unconscious Kelson on the ground and asked, "What happened to this guy? Is he alright?"

"Oh, it's nothing."

Valon carefully put away the handkerchief and looked down at his masterpiece.

"Maybe they're just too tired."

He shrugged, his tone nonchalant.

"Look, they've all fallen asleep."

"Drag this thing away and find a cool place so it can get some sleep."

Valon didn't even glance at Kelsen on the ground again, casually waving his hand to summon two servants.

The two servants understood immediately and dragged the man backstage like a dead dog.

Although the scene was quite a spectacle, the guests present displayed an astonishing level of civility, continuing to hold their wine glasses and chat and laugh.

Some people even naturally stepped aside to make way for Kelsen when he was dragged past them, without even raising an eyebrow.

Here, if you see something you shouldn't see, you have to pretend you're blind; this is the bottom-level rule of high society.

"Mr. Chiyu, I'm sorry to have spoiled your mood with this little incident."

After finishing his chores, Valon turned around, his sinister expression instantly transforming into a warm, gentle smile.

He picked up two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter's tray and handed one to Qianyu.

"Since you're here, how about I introduce you to a few friends? That man over there is from the Mitsui Group, and that one is the former British ambassador to Japan..."

He pointed to a group of people in the center of the hall, his eyes carrying a hint of suggestion.

For Valon, binding this partner with extraordinary power to his cause was clearly more valuable in the long run than any so-called spell.

"No need, Mr. Valon."