An Unorthodox Guide to Conquering Another World

Speaking of rebirth, how can we forget about finding a bargain?

In their previous life, they only learned of this Source Beast egg after it had already been obtained and hatched by a dark magic organization. At that time, the Source Beast transformed into a giant world python that devoured the heavens, causing them enormous losses.

It wasn't until they defeated it at great cost that they discovered from its organization's archives that the source beast egg was obtained from a secretly opened secret realm.

A week ago, on the day that secret realm opened, he went ahead and wiped out the black magic exploration team, obtaining the source beast egg.

With a little nurturing, this source beast egg will become a hero-level power. At that time, it will experience a qualitative leap. While it may not be invincible, it will be able to slap anyone it sees.

In two years, Anglie will declare war on the world and unleash the abyssal evil. In his previous life, Yafeng, Zeshita, and countless warriors paid the price to end the abyss. This time, he will crush the abyss at its source.

"Sigh, it's too expensive to hatch it. It needs the most refined breeding potion for monster eggs, and each replenishment costs 10,000 gold francs. It needs to be replenished every nine days, and the incubation period is at least 100 days. That means it will cost at least 100,000 gold francs! That's enough to buy a villa in the royal city. All my savings are only 30,000 gold francs. Even if I spend them all, it will only last for a month."

"You've spent all the money?" Ilsa asked.

"No, I still have five hundred gold coins left for living expenses," Ya Feng said.

“That’s great. I don’t have any income this month, so please give me the money for living expenses,” Ilsa said, extending her hand.

Five hundred gold bars, if you're careful with your spending, is enough for two months' expenses.

“Uh… I was ‘intending’ to keep 500 gold bars… but…” Ya Feng said.

Ilsa was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Ya Feng took out a figure of a blonde angel girl that was more than ten centimeters tall.

"I found this at a street stall on my way back. It's a rare, out-of-print Angel Meloir figure, and it only cost 500 gold francs! I bought it immediately," Ya Feng said happily.

“Angel... Melo?” Ilsa twitched her eye.

"She's Melo, one of the main characters in the popular TV series 'The Three Sisters of Hell,' and she's very popular," Ya Feng said enthusiastically.

"Then, this, this little plastic figure costs five hundred gold ronors?" Ilsa's eyes widened.

"Because it's a limited edition," Ya Feng said.

Ilsa paused, then continued:

"What are we going to do about our food expenses this month? We only have a dozen yuan left, which is enough for a few days."

"It's okay, we still have Little Grey, right?" Ya Feng said.

“You, you want to eat it? It’s your pet!” Ilsa said.

"Of course not. If Little Grey gets hungry, it will go out and find wild fruit to eat. I did that when I didn't have money for food. I would eat my fill after following it for an afternoon," Ya Feng said.

"..."

...

A week later.

A sandwich sits on a plate with a fried egg, two lettuce leaves, and a little bit of sauce.

Ya Feng and Ilsa sat facing each other, neither of them moving.

"Why is it another egg sandwich?" Ya Feng asked, looking up.

“You asked me…” Ilsa gripped the fork tightly, her voice squeezed out through clenched teeth.

If this guy hadn't spent all his remaining money on plastic figurines, would things have turned out like this?

I only have enough money to buy some bread. My only source of protein is the eggs laid by the chickens at home. I can only eat two meals a day. I haven't eaten for a week!

Ya Feng picked up the egg sandwich and ate it in two bites, then sighed.

"I'm still so hungry."

"Then go to sleep. You won't be hungry when you're asleep," Ilsa said irritably, biting into her sandwich.

"Sigh... Let's not even talk about living expenses. I don't even know where my fertility medicine will come from next month... It costs more than 100,000 gold coins..." Ya Feng leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Then, why don't you go find a job for now?" Ilsa suggested.

"I'd rather die than go to work," Ya Feng said.

“What other options are there…” Ilsa said.

Even if she finds another temporary job, it will only be enough to cover her living expenses.

“Actually, I do have a way to make money,” Ya Feng said, looking at the ceiling.

"That would violate the kingdom's criminal law."

"You, you won't do anything reckless, will you?" Ilsa looked at him worriedly.

Ya Feng pondered for a few seconds, as if he had made a decision, and immediately looked at her:

"Go and change into something more presentable."

"what?"

"Let's go out and make some money, and Dad will take you out for a nice meal while we're at it."

"What are you going to do?" Ilsa looked at him blankly.

Ya Feng chuckled:

"I, the great writer of the kingdom, am not going to be trapped by money. Today I'll take you out to see the world."

To broaden one's horizons...

This word was a little unfamiliar to Ilsa.

As a princess of the empire, she had seen everything the world had to offer by the time she was born.

I wonder what Ya Feng is going to do with her.

Chapter Twelve: As Perverted as Ever

Nighttime, the capital city, Emerald Street.

The carriage stopped in front of a banquet hall. The coachman opened the door, and Ya Feng and Ilsa got out. Then the coachman smiled and held out his hand to Ya Feng, indicating that he wanted a tip.

Ya Feng casually handed him the used tissue.

"Thanks, could you throw this away for me?"

"..."

The driver left, grumbling and cursing.

"You have the nerve to ask for a tip when there's not even a bottle of water in the car." Ya Feng rolled his eyes.

"The fare here is 5 gold ronin...it's highway robbery..." Ilsa looked at her wallet with heartache; there were only a few coins left, and now she couldn't even afford bread.

"Don't worry, we're not short of money now." Ya Feng straightened his collar; he had worn his only formal suit today.

Ilsa had no idea why he was there, and she had dressed herself in her most formal black evening gown.

They walked toward the villa. She looked around and saw that there were quite a few people there, most of them refined and learned individuals. It seemed to be some kind of banquet.

"Tonight is the Kingdom's Literary Gala. Writers, screenwriters, directors, and journalists from all walks of life will be there. You can bring two family members. And the organizer is my old employer, Full Sky Star Magazine, which is now the largest media group in the Kingdom," Ya Feng told her.

"So, you're here to borrow money from someone?" Ilsa realized.

"Of course, with my character and reputation, lending me tens of thousands of yuan is a piece of cake," Ya Feng said.

"But you are not..."

"Banned? Ha, this magazine rose to prominence because of me. The current chairman used to serve me tea and water. What's wrong with me attending a party? Although I caused them some trouble later," Ya Feng chuckled.

"Trouble? What trouble?"

"It's nothing much. After I was banned, I secretly switched to a different account and continued writing. But in order to get revenge, I exposed all the dirty secrets of the nobles in the royal palace in the book. After that was discovered, it triggered a major investigation in the kingdom, and the magazine was forced to shut down for a month," Ya Feng said.

"..."

“Even so, with my influence here, I can come and go as I please. Who would dare stop me from going in?” Ya Feng said.

They arrived at the gate.

"Sorry, you cannot enter without an invitation."

The guards at the gate stopped them.

Ya Feng frowned and walked up to the other person.

"The new guy?"

"Yes."

Do you know who I am?

"do not know."

"If you don't know, go ask Delanck! Tell him your money tree has arrived!" Ya Feng shouted.

The two guards at the entrance exchanged a glance. Perhaps they were wary of the arrogant way the other party announced their chairman's name, or perhaps they were just being cautious. One of them said, "Please wait a moment," and left.

After waiting a few minutes, the other person ran back.

Did you ask?

"I asked."

"What did you say?"

"The chairman said, 'Get the hell out of here, don't get involved, or you'll be expelled.'"

"Damn it, that ungrateful old bastard," Ya Feng cursed.

"Hey... Ya Feng, shall we go...?" Ilsa noticed that quite a few people were looking over, and some even pointed and smiled when they saw Ya Feng.

Ya Feng looked around, then his eyes lit up as he saw a familiar face.

A short, fair-skinned, and handsome young man wearing glasses walked over.

"Hey! Little Pu!"

Ya Feng greeted him with a smile and put his arm around his shoulder.

"Long time no see, you still look like a pretty boy."

"Ya, Ya Feng? It's you," the handsome young man said with a slightly helpless smile upon seeing him.

“Come here, Ilsa, let me introduce you. This is my good friend, Priss. This is my daughter, Linda.”

"Hello." Ilsa nodded politely.

"Your daughter? When did you get married?" Priss asked in surprise.

"My goddaughter."

“Uh…you, you adopted a little girl…” Priston looked at him with some concern.

It seems this guy doesn't have a very good reputation.

"By the way, Ya Feng, what made you decide to come here?" Pulis asked.

"I came here to beg for food, but that old man was heartless and stopped me outside. Can I borrow your identity to take me in for a bit?" Ya Feng said.

How do I use it?

Before Pulis could finish speaking, Ya Feng dragged him to the main gate and said to the guard:

"These are the people you invited, right? The party rules state that you can bring two relatives. I'm his brother, and this is his niece. Can we go in now?"

Pulis smiled helplessly at the guard and handed over the invitation.

The guard looked at the invitation, then at Ya Feng and Pulis.

The party did have this rule, and after hesitating for a moment, he still let them in.

"Thanks, Little Pu,"

After entering the venue, Ya Feng patted Pulis on the shoulder.

“It’s alright, you’ve helped me a lot before,” Pulis smiled slightly.

"Mr. Priss, are you also a writer?" Ilsa asked curiously.

I doubt that all the writers in the Kingdom of Fein nowadays write that kind of stuff like Ya Feng.

"I..."