An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

Before Pulis could speak, Ya Feng said, "Of course, he specializes in writing gender-swap stories, like the kind where a boy becomes a girl and then has sex with a girl..."

"Ahem! Ya Feng, well, well, I have to go see someone else, so I'll be going now. You can wander around by yourself." Pulis seemed a little awkward as he said to him with an embarrassed smile.

"Okay, see you later," Ya Feng said.

Upon entering the venue, a luxurious atmosphere immediately enveloped the room. The banquet hall was brightly lit and magnificent, with an indoor fountain over four meters high in the center.

The banquet was buffet style, with rows of long tables laden with a dazzling array of food: pan-fried steak, roast pigeon, smoked cod, cold cut ham, seafood stew, salad... as well as rows of champagne, fruit wines, and fancy desserts.

In the past, when attending banquets, Ilsa didn't care about the food at all, but after following Ya Feng and going hungry for three days and nine meals a day, she realized how tempting the food was.

"Don't be shy here, help yourself. Let's eat our fill first, and we'll talk about the rest later," Ya Feng said generously, as if he were the one treating.

Ilsa was starving, and the aroma of the grilled steak made her stomach rumble. She took a little of everything and followed Ya Feng to a corner of the banquet hall to sit down.

After sitting down, Ya Feng started eating without any hesitation. Ilsa, on the other hand, was much more elegant. Even though she hadn't eaten for a week, she still maintained her usual court etiquette as she cut her steak, but her movements were much faster.

Putting a small piece of steak into my mouth, I felt the long-lost rich meaty aroma and oily flavor brought by professional cooking techniques. My taste buds, which had been parched for a week, were reactivated, and I couldn't help but shed tears.

Indeed, some things are only appreciated after they have been lost; this was the first time she had ever felt that eating was such a wonderful thing.

Having filled her stomach a little, she slowed down her eating pace and had more time to look around.

She quickly blushed and turned her head away.

"How can you be so shameless..." she whispered.

"What's wrong?" Ya Feng asked, munching on a pigeon.

Ilsa pointed to the fountain over there and whispered:

"That statue on the fountain... why is it a naked little boy urinating..."

Ya Feng also turned his head and glanced at it.

At the top of the indoor fountain over there is a statue of a chubby little angel boy, urinating with his back sticking out.

“This style of statue is actually quite common in the kingdom, just showing the innocent and cute appearance of children,” Ya Feng said, “but I also think it’s not quite appropriate.”

"You also feel it's inappropriate?" Ilsa was somewhat surprised.

"Yeah, why are all the statues of little boys peeing on these fountains male and none of them female? It's blatant discrimination against women! I wrote to the Kingdom's City Hall asking them to build a few ethereal statues of little angels and put them up there too, but they not only ignored me but also called me a shameless pervert," Ya Feng said, shaking his head.

"They were absolutely right..."

Chapter Thirteen: Ya Feng's Wrath

"Hey! Isn't this Ya Feng?!"

Just then, two people walked by: a woman with glasses and long brown hair, and a tall, thin man with messy hair.

"Anna! George! How have you been lately?" Ya Feng greeted the two of them happily.

"It's alright, but you're still alive! I thought you were the one who got caught peeping into the elementary school dormitory last week, got beaten to death, and had his body thrown into the ditch," Anna said with a laugh.

"Just kidding, I've never been caught, okay?" Ya Feng said.

The two joked and greeted each other.

“By the way, this is…” Anna looked at Ilsa, who was standing to the side.

“Oh, my daughter,” Ya Feng said.

"Hello..." Ilsa greeted them.

The two looked at Ilsa, then at Ya Feng, their faces bearing the same expression as Priss had shown before.

"Hey George, what's wrong? You look so troubled?" Ya Feng asked, pointing to the disheveled man.

“Oh, him,” Anna chuckled. “He’s been getting a lot of flak from readers lately because of what he wrote in his book.”

"What did you write?"

George sighed and said, "I've been writing fanfiction lately, but because the male lead didn't marry Peppa's mom in the end, all the readers are calling me a cuckolded bastard and a womanizer. It's infuriating! I listened to them and married Princess Fifi, and they still call me like this..."

"That's how it is now. If the male and female leads don't see each other for ten seconds, that's considered a relief. Why don't you write a pure romance with me? Just focus on a sweet relationship," Ya Feng said.

"Forget it, senior. These days, single-female-lead pure love stories are everywhere."

"You fucking..."

Anna shrugged:

"Actually, I also told him that he should learn from O'Neil and change his approach. In his book, the male protagonist was forced to watch the female protagonist being humiliated by the villains, and the readers praised it, saying that it felt very realistic."

"Wow, awesome! What does he write?" Ya Feng asked curiously.

"Wuxia (martial arts)".

"That's not surprising."

“Damn it… if they keep cursing at me, I’ll elbow the concrete and make them feel guilty for the rest of their lives!” George said bitterly.

"Go ahead, but remember to let me take out some small loans first," Ya Feng said.

"roll!"

"Ahem, let's not talk about anything else for now. Um, kneel down, I really have to ask you for a favor," Ya Feng said at this moment.

"What?" The two looked at him in confusion.

"Can you lend me some money?" Ya Feng asked.

"Is that all? How much do you need to borrow?"

They all agreed quite readily, which surprised them.

"One hundred thousand gold coins," Ya Feng said.

Their earlier enjoyment vanished instantly.

"Ten, ten thousand... What do you need so many for?" They all stared wide-eyed.

"Uh...you're not thinking of opening a kindergarten, are you...?"

"It's just an urgent matter. Don't worry, I'll pay you back in two months," Ya Feng assured him.

Anna and George exchanged a glance.

"Um, Ya Feng, it's not that we don't trust you, but 100,000... even the two of us combined can't come up with that... you can lend us a few thousand if you want."

George shrugged. "You know, I'm just a second-rate writer, making a little over a thousand a month in royalties, and my savings are just so-so."

Anna also looked helpless.

"Then forget it, thank you." Ya Feng had no choice but to give up.

The two left first.

Ilsa had almost finished eating by then. She wiped her mouth and then saw Ya Feng take out several lunch boxes and bring over a large plate of food, as if he wanted to pack it up.

What are you doing?

"Let's pack it up, otherwise what will we eat when we get back?" Ya Feng said.

"Ya Feng...this is a banquet..." Ilsa said embarrassedly.

"So what? Not wasting food is a good quality. Don't just stand there, come and help." Ya Feng handed her a few lunch boxes.

Although Ilsa was reluctant, she packed them up anyway so she wouldn't go hungry later.

At that moment, Ya Feng saw something and was immediately stunned.

"What's wrong?" Ilsa asked, looking in the same direction.

Over there was a middle-aged man with a large belly, slicked-back blond hair, holding a wine glass and chatting happily with someone.

"Do you know anyone here?" Ilsa asked.

"Hmm..." Ya Feng nodded, but his face darkened.

"His name is Luo Wen, a man who made his fortune by plagiarizing other people's works. He even mocked the authors he plagiarized as being inferior to himself. The whole industry knows he's a scoundrel, but that's not why I'm with him."

“During the period when I was blacklisted, I still had a book that I had finished writing. He approached me and said that I could publish it under his name, and he would only take 30% of the income because he had a good publishing contract. At that time, I was short of money for the naming contract, so I agreed.”

"But this guy secretly changed my ending when he released it, killing off the male lead, redeeming the villain, and even having the female lead end up with the villain..."

"He later told me that these changes would elevate the book's literary quality to a whole new level, and I should thank him..."

"At that time, I was focusing all my energy on creating the Zeshita's Decree Contract and didn't communicate with the outside world for a long time. I only found out about this after I finished and saw the news."

“Then, then you… must be very angry…” Ilsa said.

Ya Feng was silent for a moment, then chuckled and shrugged.

“I’m not that petty. I just burned down his house. It’s a good thing that Delan stopped me, otherwise I would have burned it down too.”

"Is that so...?"

After a moment, Luo Wen walked over. Upon seeing Ya Feng, he immediately frowned, looking as if he had seen an enemy. But then he put on a smiling face, stepped forward, and deliberately shouted loudly:

"Hey! Isn't this our great writer!"

Many people looked over. He walked up to Ya Feng, but Ya Feng ignored him.

Seeing that he was ignoring him, Luo Wen smiled sarcastically and looked at the takeout box on the table.

"Hey! Look at you, Brother Ya Feng, if you can't afford to eat, just tell me. We're friends, after all. You look like a beggar. Aren't you ruining your reputation? Although you don't have much left, haha."

"Hey, by the way, are your Norman Hall of Fame trophies getting rusty from sitting at home? Hahaha... just kidding."

"Speaking of which, you used to be so successful, what are you doing here now, mooching off others? If all else fails, you could be a ghostwriter, I need one, do you want to give it a try?"

Ya Feng then turned to look at him, smiling slightly as she extended her hand:

"Rowan, hello there."

Luo Wen smiled slightly and reached out to shake his hand.

But the next moment, Ya Feng suddenly pulled hard, pressing his hand onto the table. Then he picked up a knife and, without saying a word, chopped off Luo Wen's index finger and thumb!

Instantly, blood stained the tablecloth, and screams echoed throughout the banquet hall.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Rowan collapsed to the ground, clutching his bloodied left hand, screaming in agony.

Ya Feng snorted coldly, used a knife to knock the two severed fingers to the ground, then picked up a glass of wine from the table and splashed it onto Luo Wen's severed hand. The intense pain from the alcohol immediately made him writhe on the ground in agony.

"Madman! Madman!" Rowan shouted at him, tears streaming down his face, and everyone in the banquet hall gathered around.

"Fuck you! You ruined my book!" Ya Feng shouted back, pointing at him.

"I'm telling you, stay away from me from now on. This time it was your left hand that got cut, next time it'll be your right!"

"I'm fucking left-handed!!" Rowan cried out in anguish.

"Serves you right for not saying so sooner!"

Chapter Fourteen: A washed-up celebrity is trending on social media.

"Delan, thanks to your hard work these past two years, we've grown from a small magazine to a large corporation. I never imagined the changes could be so significant."

“This is also thanks to your help, Minister Carmel,” Delanke said.

"Hehe, I only played a supporting role," Carmel said with a faint smile.

"However, it's best if something like that happens again. As you know, I've been running myself ragged trying to cover it up at the palace." He continued.

"Yes... please rest assured, we are now strictly controlling the quality of the content to ensure that similar incidents will not occur again," Delan said.

They walked downstairs together and arrived at the banquet hall.

Carmel sighed, "Well, at least we've settled things down with that old geezer. He caused us so much trouble back then; just thinking about him gives me a headache..."

“Yes…he…” Before Delan could finish speaking, a heart-wrenching scream came from the banquet hall.

"what happened?"

They quickly walked over together.

As I entered the crowd, I heard a shout:

"Next time we meet, I'll stomp your other hand too!"