An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

Rowan was lying on the ground, clutching his hand and screaming in pain. When Delan and Carmel saw the person holding the knife, their vision went black.

Ya Feng, it's him again!

Carmel noticed that many reporters had gathered around, taking pictures. He immediately frowned, patted Delanck, and whispered:

"Take care of it quickly."

He glanced at Ya Feng one last time, then turned and pushed through the crowd to leave.

Delan sighed and stepped forward.

When Ya Feng saw him coming, he let out a low hum.

"Delan, the company has really fallen on hard times. They're even serving this kind of trash now."

Delan looked at Rowan, who had been helped up and was staring at him with wide eyes, as if hoping the chairman would stand up for him.

Delanck, however, snapped at him impatiently, "Pick up your finger!"

Luo Wen gritted his teeth, his face filled with grief and indignation, but when he saw Ya Feng, he couldn't utter a word. He went over and picked up his severed finger.

"Take him to the hospital."

After Rowan was escorted away, Delanker glanced at Ya Feng.

"Come with me."

"let's go."

Ya Feng threw down the knife and said to Ilsa, then followed Delanck. Ilsa quickly followed him, and the crowd immediately parted, afraid that he would go crazy again.

...

A quiet backyard.

"Ya Feng... what trouble have you gotten into this time? I've told you so many times before, you're just an ordinary person who doesn't even know magic, so you should avoid making enemies. These days, you don't even know if some people are part of some secret organization behind the scenes. Going around causing trouble will only bring you disaster," Delan said helplessly.

He really didn't understand how Ya Feng, an ordinary person who might know a little magic, could dare to cause trouble everywhere and still be alive. Sometimes he felt anxious for him. Maybe he was just lucky.

"And quite a few newspapers came tonight, what do you think the news will say tomorrow?" Delan said with a sigh.

"There was nothing I could do. You told me to let it go before, and I did. But today he dared to act up in front of me again, so I just couldn't hold back," Ya Feng said, shrugging.

"But since I'm already dead, I can report it however I want. It'll be a washed-up celebrity going insane and causing a scene at the party. All the blame will fall on me, and it might even generate some buzz for the company," Ya Feng said.

Delanck glanced at him and shook his head.

“You’re still too idle. Why don’t you take the consulting job I introduced you to before?” he asked.

"Forget it, I can't stand being around such amazing people every day," Ya Feng said.

"You... alright, tell me, what's gotten into you lately?" Delan said.

Ya Feng was silent for a moment before saying, "No, I just came to take a look."

"Really?"

"Really not."

Delan looked at him for a long time but didn't say anything more.

"Then you should go back first, I'll call a car for you."

Delank led him to the back door and waved to his private coachman.

“Okay, let’s go, Ilsa,” Ya Feng said.

"Goodbye, Mr. Derank."

Ilsa politely said goodbye to Delanck and left with Ya Feng.

Delank watched his retreating figure, remained silent for a moment, and then called out:

"Ya Feng, you can just come to my house if you need anything in the future."

Ya Feng turned his head, gave a faint "hmm," and turned to leave.

On the way out of the city, Ilsa looked at Ya Feng, who had been silent beside her, and said:

Are you still angry?

"No," Ya Feng said, looking at her. "Why do you say that?"

“Because this is the first time I’ve seen you so angry,” Ilsa said.

"After all, that guy deserved it. He should have just avoided me, but he had to jump in my face. Who else should I beat up if not him?" Ya Feng said.

"Besides... I'm a very materialistic person. I can't bear to replace a fountain pen that I've used for a long time, let alone a novel that I've written word by word. I'm already being kind by not stabbing him directly just now," Ya Feng said.

He glanced at Ilsa:

"It's okay that I'm thick-skinned, it's just... I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Ilsa, you've lost face with me."

Ilsa looked at him with some surprise: "Are you apologizing?"

This guy actually apologized?

"This is called guilt-based education. It's meant to make you understand how hard I've worked, so you'll listen to me properly afterward," Ya Feng said.

“Do you think I’m still a child… I’m eighteen years old…” Ilsa said, her eyes twitching.

"By the way, Mr. Delanker asked you earlier, why didn't you tell him?" Ilsa asked.

The chairman's words should be enough to come up with that much money, right?

Ya Feng sighed, "Forget it. I've already caused him this trouble tonight, so I'm too ashamed to ask for money again. I'll think of a way to pay for the fertility potion later."

"You're actually quite concerned about saving face now..." Ilsa said softly.

There was no other way; when he was debating with a group of scholars in the past, it was always Delanck who covered for him. Even when he caused a lot of trouble for the magazine, he still chose to help Delanck afterwards.

Now that he's come here and caused trouble, he's suddenly demanding 100,000 gold bars from him, and he just can't bring himself to ask.

That's just how he is; sometimes he suddenly becomes very concerned about saving face.

Ya Feng leaned back in his seat, looking at the street scene outside the window, and then suddenly looked up as if he had remembered something.

"Wait a minute, I forgot to take the groceries I packed!"

...

the next day.

"It's really trending on social media, it happened last night."

Ilsa was browsing Huanwangtong when she saw that today's trending topics were dominated by Ya Feng, with the cover featuring a shot of him angrily pointing a bloodstained knife at Luo Wen lying on the ground.

"What are they?" Ya Feng asked.

Ilsa read:

"Ya Feng, a renowned writer from the Kingdom and a former inductee into the Nobel Hall of Fame who was previously blacklisted, reappeared at a literary gala last night. In a fit of rage, he allegedly cut off the finger of bestselling author Luo Wen. Luo Wen and his legal team have stated they will pursue the matter to the fullest extent..."

"Ya Feng is suspected of having a mental breakdown. Someone witnessed a carriage from St. Sabbath Mental Hospital appearing at the entrance of the party afterward. Ya Feng bit two medical staff members before fleeing the scene. Experts advise citizens to avoid going out at night recently to prevent mentally ill individuals from harming others..."

"A senior executive at Full Star Group stated that Ya Feng has been brought under control, but declined to disclose further details."

Ilsa flipped through the pages. "Huh? There's a debunking post here too."

"Clarification: The body found abandoned in the ditch a few days ago for spying on a primary school dormitory was not Ya Feng. Please do not spread rumors that could harm people."

"Thank you so much, I'm finally cleared of all suspicion," Ya Feng said with relief.

"puff..."

At that moment, Ilsa couldn't help but laugh.

"What's wrong?"

"Ya Feng, here are some memes of you..." Ilsa showed them to him.

Ya Feng saw that his posture while holding the dinner knife had been modified in various ways, replaced with stickers of various characters.

"Not aggressive at all." He pursed his lips.

"However, I did see some posts supporting you, saying it was very satisfying that you did what they've always wanted to do," Ilsa said, flipping through the posts.

"Thank goodness Rowan is a scoundrel too," Ya Feng said, shrugging.

This time, instead of getting the money, I ended up trending on social media. Sigh, I don't know where I'll get the money for fertility drugs now.

They were talking when the doorbell rang.

Ilsa ran to open the door, where a strange man in a suit stood.

"Who are you?" Ilsa asked, puzzled.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Ya Feng here?" the visitor asked.

Ya Feng also came over and looked him up and down.

"what?"

The other party said respectfully, "Hello, Mr. Ya Feng, I am here on behalf of our boss to invite you to a press conference."

"Invited me?" Ya Feng laughed. "No, I'm practically a lunatic, and someone's still looking for me? Is it another lunatic? Who's your boss?"

The other person smiled slightly: "It's Kevins."

Ilsa noticed that when Ya Feng heard this person's name, his face suddenly darkened, just like when he saw Luo Wen last night, and it was even more gloomy and terrifying than before.

Chapter Fifteen: Kevins

“Kevins…”

Ya Feng's somber gaze gradually softened.

"What does he want from me again?"

That's right.

The other person didn't suggest coming inside, but just stood at the door and took out a business card:

"Our boss recently acquired a mermaid."

"Mermaid?"

Ilsa, standing behind them, was the first to be surprised.

It is a species that exists only in the deep sea, and has long been isolated from humans, with very few sightings.

"Our boss originally planned to hold an exhibition the day after tomorrow to promote it, and even released an announcement today. But unexpectedly, you've completely taken over the trending topics," the agent said with a helpless smile.

"Oh, so this bastard is planning to invite me over to increase his exposure while I'm at the peak of my popularity, right?" Ya Feng said.

"That's true." The agent replied quite frankly, much to everyone's surprise.

"Isn't he afraid that I'll stab him in the back later?" Ya Feng said.

"Hehe, I'm just extending an invitation. Whether you accept or not is up to you. Besides, it seems... you're short on cash lately, aren't you?"

His gaze swept around the room, then he pulled a thick envelope from his pocket.

"Here's 10,000 gold bars, just a deposit. The boss is willing to offer a total of 100,000 gold bars to buy your precious one night."

“I didn’t say I was going.”

The agent paused, chuckled, and put the envelope away before continuing:

"Indeed, of course we need to give you time to consider. Well, the message has been delivered, the press conference is the day after tomorrow, we await your response."

He handed over a business card, but when Ya Feng didn't take it, he placed it on the shoe cabinet next to the door, bowed, and left.

Ilsa looked at the closed door and then looked at Ya Feng with a puzzled expression.

"Who is this Kevins?"

"He's a businessman, but he'll use all sorts of shameless hype to increase the popularity of his products."

He often exploits people's curiosity by organizing parties or exhibiting some strange and unusual collections.

He was able to incite two tribes to fight over an ordinary antique, resulting in the deaths of hundreds of people, all to imbue that antique with a legendary aura.

He could also acquire all sorts of things that people were afraid of yet curious about. For example, there was a movie called "The Seal Man" that was very popular, which told the story of a person who was transformed into a seal. At that time, he also acquired a person who had been transformed into a bear, saying that he got it from a very old collector, but no one knew the specific source.

His most egregious act was a year ago, when a sublimation ritual suddenly became popular among the younger generation of the kingdom. It was rumored that the ritual would allow the soul to see beings of higher status, but many people only discussed it and dared not try it. So he instigated a girl to try it, which attracted a large number of people to watch. However, after the sublimation ritual was completed, the girl fainted on the spot and was eventually paralyzed for life.