An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

This is 14 Mark Street, a relatively remote neighborhood. Most of the residents here are immigrants and orcs. Due to the poor security conditions, it has also become a gathering place for some of the kingdom's gray industries.

The bar that Ya Feng came to was called "Past Life and Present Life". It was located in a narrow, dark alley. Although it was remote, it was a famous place throughout the kingdom.

Many world-renowned legendary figures were once frequent visitors here; their signatures and traces of their visits still remain on the walls and tables.

On top of the liquor cabinet sits a revolver, and in one corner of the bar sits a smooth metal spinning top. In another corner, a stage for live music performances is preserved like a monument.

The stories of these figures lend the Past and Present Bar a legendary air, but it's not a place for just anyone. Only customers with true taste and style are allowed in, while those who come just to join the fun are turned away.

Ya Feng is one of those customers who truly have style.

He went to the bar, where a yellowed menu sign hung under the dim light of the chandelier, featuring only a few items, each with a legendary story behind it.

The Sky at Dawn – A glass of watermelon-flavored iced tea, a tribute to the Sky Ship at 4 a.m.

The King's Pride – a special blend of mead, a tribute to the unyielding pride of the one who achieved sainthood in the form of a cat.

Millet porridge—a bowl of steaming millet porridge, bearing the great mission of assassinating the king, it risked everything, but ultimately could not turn the tide: "Not being able to kill him is the greatest regret of my life."

Strawberry dumplings – simply dumplings with strawberry filling, but unfortunately strawberries are still too expensive this season.

This is one of the unique features of this bar: they create a special item for each legendary figure who has passed away, as a tribute.

Ya Feng walked over and silently wiped the glasses behind the counter, showing no intention of serving him.

Until Ya Feng knocked on the bar and spoke:

"A breeze on a snowy night."

The bartender looked up, and all the other customers drinking around him looked up as well, staring at him in unison, creating a somber atmosphere in the pub.

"Hold on."

After a moment of silence, the bartender spoke in a low voice, and then began to prepare the drink for him.

About two minutes later, a gust of wind from a snowy night was placed in front of him.

A Chocliz sticks up on top of a Sprite with ice.

A tribute to that snowy night, to the figure running tenaciously, though in the end, he couldn't win...

Ya Feng raised his hand, facing the crowd in the tavern, his expression solemn and serious:

"A tribute to legends."

Everyone in the tavern raised their glasses and said in unison.

"A tribute to legends."

He ate the Chocliz in three bites, then downed the Sprite in one gulp, showing the utmost respect.

The people in the tavern applauded him.

"Ya Feng!"

Someone was calling to him; it was his writer friends: Anna, George, Price, and a blond young man.

As soon as Ya Feng sat down, the blond youth handed him the French fries in a fawning manner.

"Long time no see, Brother Ya Feng! When can I come over for a visit again?"

"Stay away from my Little Grey," Ya Feng said immediately.

"no..."

“Stay away from my chickens too,” Ya Feng added.

"Ya Feng! Do you really think I'm the kind of person who only befriends you because of your looks?!"

"Do you know how bizarre what you just said is to a normal person, Erwin?" Ya Feng took a bite of his fries and gave this hardcore animal lover a speechless look.

“I understand, Erwin recently broke up with his girlfriend,” Anna said.

"Oh? What's wrong? Does the neighbor's little puppy not love you anymore?" Ya Feng took a sip of juice.

"How did you know?" Erwin looked pained. "I've been so good to it, always buying it dog biscuits, and when I got home yesterday, I saw it making love with the big black dog next door in the same bed... I feel like my life is ruined..."

"Poor Erwin, this must be the most desperate thing you've felt since being blacklisted by the pet center." Ya Feng shook his head.

"Actually, there was also that time when the activists blocked me because they discovered I had ulterior motives towards the people I was trying to help..."

"Can you guys stop discussing such bizarre things?" Pulis sighed.

Although Erwin is a hardcore animal lover, he is also a veteran writer, specializing in classic, action-packed legendary novels, and his works are quite popular.

"Alright, then I'll tell you something that concerns me too," Ya Feng said.

Everyone's attention was drawn to him. Ya Feng leaned against the table, his eyes filled with deep affection.

"I've met my Mona Lisa."

The four of them looked at him together. Anna took a sip of her cocktail and then said, "Let me guess, is the other person a petite girl, about 1.4 meters tall, and as gentle as a mother?"

"how do you know?"

“We all know,” the other four said.

These guys really know too much. Maybe we should just silence them.

“Ya Feng, although love is a matter of freedom, the laws protecting minors are still very strict. I advise you to think about your future.” George patted him on the shoulder.

"A mere legal code? Why would I avoid its sharp edge?" Ya Feng sneered. "But it has nothing to do with me, because the other party is an adult."

"Adults?"

"Hmm, Elf, I'd conservatively estimate you're in your thirties or forties," Ya Feng said.

"Uh,"

Upon hearing that they were elves, the four of them displayed even more unnatural expressions than before.

“Ya Feng, you know, the Elven race… well, their views on marriage and relationships are a bit different from ours,” Anna said.

Due to the characteristics of their race, as well as factors such as culture and religion, elves do not choose outsiders as mates.

One very important point is that most elves are followers of the religion of nature gods, which believes in monogamy and the supremacy of pure love. If one spouse dies, the other will not remarry. Therefore, if one chooses a foreigner who cannot live long, one can only watch their beloved die and live out their life alone.

"I think you guys are full of stereotypes. Do you mean that liking someone has to be like a lover?" Ya Feng said seriously.

"Is it wrong to like your mother?"

Four people stared at him, and finally Erwin said:

"It's hopeless."

“Dead Fury has no right to talk about me.”

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Chapter 63 showcases top-notch writing style in depicting mature women.

"Alright, alright, enough of this nonsense. Come on, let me ask you men a question," Anna said, pulling out her Netscape Navigator.

"A popular question lately: If you were chosen as the hero, and the king decided that you would have to choose one of two princesses as your wife, the elder princess would be gentle and elegant, and very capable, helping you with your work. However, she is a perfectionist and would demand that you do everything perfectly, otherwise she would dislike you."

The little princess is spoiled and willful, and won't help you with official duties, but she's also very easygoing; she just wants you to play happily with her. So, who would you choose?

"You choose every day, but will you give it to me?" George said unhappily.

"This is a fun quiz. Alright, tell me, based on your male aesthetic standards, who would you choose?"

Anna continued, "But from my perspective, if I were a man, I would probably choose the eldest princess, right? That way, she could be my right-hand woman, and her demands aren't necessarily a bad thing. Demanding perfection can also help me improve myself, can't it?"

She nodded: "So what are your thoughts?"

"Just kidding, I'd choose the little princess without even thinking. Don't even bother with the old woman." Ya Feng chuckled and made his choice immediately.

"Hey, is there even a choice? I'll just take them all! The eldest princess is more business-oriented, the youngest princess is more domestic, and the three of us can just live a good life together, right?" George said, spreading his hands.

"What's there to choose? Damn it, I'll just seize that dog emperor's throne! Then I'll rebuild the code and make animal control the kingdom's number one religion! Hehehe!" Erwin slammed his fist on the table and said.

“I won’t choose either of them. I just want the eldest princess and the youngest princess to kiss together while I watch. If possible, I’ll also add personality-transfer magic and join in,” Priss said.

Anna felt that discussing this with them was a complete waste of time.

The four men continued their heated discussion about marrying an older woman or a younger woman for a while before finally ending the topic.

"Let's play a story relay game instead," Anna said, handing out several notebooks and pencils to the four people opposite her.

Story relay is a popular game at literary gatherings. A theme is determined by drawing lots, and then the first person writes the beginning, and so on, completing the story. It is quite a test of a writer's improvisation and creative abilities.

"So, today's theme is..." Anna pulled a small slip of paper from the box, opened it, and read...

“Oh? [Revenge].” She showed them the note. “So, who goes first?”

"Ladies first," Ya Feng gestured.

“Alright, then I won’t stand on ceremony,” Anna said, holding her pen. After a moment’s thought, she began to speak:

"The female lead is an orphan from the countryside who lost both her parents when she was two years old. One day, she suddenly received news that she was actually the real heiress of a wealthy family in the capital who was switched at birth. Now she has returned to the wealthy family, and the fake heiress is afraid that she will compete with her for the family's affection, so she makes things difficult for the female lead at every turn and even plots to frame her, causing the female lead to fall into a crisis of trust with her family... Well, the characters are the real heiress, the fake heiress who is a scheming woman, the female lead's parents, her brother, and an older sister. Okay, your turn."

Anna jotted down the keywords in her notebook, then turned her gaze to the man opposite her.

“I’m next,” Priss said immediately.

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. . .

"Do you want to die too! Stuffing male leads into female-centric novels and creating a harem!?" Anna was completely enraged.

"Don't panic, don't panic, I'll fix this!" Ya Feng raised his hand immediately: "Later, the male protagonist learned the magic of reversing aging, and then opened a kindergarten in the best location in the royal city!"

"Have you all forgotten that this is a revenge story...?" Anna said through gritted teeth, covering her head.

“Of course I haven’t forgotten! It’s my turn next!” Erwin said.

"In the end, the female protagonist learned magic on her own and changed back to her original form. Then she awakened a revenge system and settled scores with everyone! How dare they favor someone else's parents and siblings after the baby was switched at birth? How dare they frame my fake heiress? And what about that irresponsible hospital that switched the babies? You all deserve to die! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Don't let a single one of you go! Hehehe! The battle was exhilarating!"

"Are you out of your mind?!" Anna said, finally losing her temper.

"You fucking have a problem with me?" Ya Feng was also annoyed.

“You’ve seen too much of this kind of pure ‘***’ and ‘****’,” Pulis said, shaking his head.

“You fucking bitch, you know you’ve crossed a line!” George yelled, pointing at him.

A heated argument broke out at the table, and the sound could be heard throughout half the tavern.

"Uh? You are, Teacher Ya Feng?"

Just as they were arguing heatedly, a young man walked over and said in surprise when he saw Ya Feng.

"Oh? Who are you?" Ya Feng stopped arguing and looked at the other person.

"My name is Ahao, and I'm a student at Beren University. I'm a big fan of yours! I've read every single one of your books!" Ahao said excitedly.

Oh, so he'd just run into a fan. Ya Feng immediately put on a smile, adopting a refined and approachable demeanor.

"I'm honored that you like my work. Would you like me to sign it?"

"Of course! But before that, could you take a look at my novel? Because of you, I'm also planning to become a writer, and I hope you can give me some advice." Ah Hao took out a notebook and handed it to Ya Feng with a hopeful look on his face.

“Being a writer isn’t easy, you know. But since you asked, I’ll take a look.” Ya Feng smiled and accepted the book, examining it with the air of a senior.

Opening the notebook, the first page reads:

"I rented a small apartment nearby. Next door lived a widow, raising her young child alone. Although she was almost forty, she was very well-preserved, with bright red lips, alluring eyes, and a fantastic figure. Her upper body was full and voluptuous, yet her waist was shockingly slender, and her thighs were incredibly fleshy, exuding the charm of a mature woman..."

"puff!"

After reading it, Ya Feng suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsed to the ground, his whole body turning red, and he was twitching with a series of cracking sounds.

"Teacher Ya Feng! What's wrong with you?!" Ah Hao shouted in a panic.

“Oh, this guy has his old problem. Whenever he sees content describing greasy mature women, it triggers the Withering effect and reduces his maximum health,” Anna explained.

"Is there such a problem?!"

“Everyone’s constitution is different.” Anna picked up a glass of milk from the table and fed it to Ya Feng, who immediately recovered.

"Well...."