My wife, who's in a vegetative state, please stop eavesdropping on my thoughts.

It even has historical records and myths related to time travel.

This is the sequence of extravagance...

Its exorbitant price means that even a natural-style enthusiast like myself could never afford it, no matter how much I worked.

Unfortunately, Weiss has already awakened naturally and cannot change his system by taking a magic potion.

As for the forbidden items in option 5, they are extraordinary creations that are priceless and unavailable on the market. Each one possesses powerful and bizarre abilities, but also comes with unpredictable costs.

The smaller the number, the more dangerous and powerful the taboo item.

As a seasoned roguelike player in his previous life (proficient in Blood Mist 4 in Arknights, all clan Titans in Monster Train, highest popularity in Hades, all characters' hearts in Slay the Spire, first place in the Grand Bazaar, and all decks of Joker with gold bets), Weiss naturally wouldn't be misled by basic stats like a year of enlightenment and physical abilities in the other two options.

Weiss didn't hesitate for long before deciding on option one.

In the early stages of the game, the mechanics are definitely more important than the numerical values.

"I don't know why this event, which seems to be part of the main storyline, was triggered."

"However, we can't rule out unexpected events and dangers on this trip. Let's focus on getting the reward first..."

Select option 1

Unclaimed forbidden items being drawn...

A new, uncontained forbidden object has been acquired and automatically added to the World Book's encyclopedia.

Number 1411: Wei Xiao (Not Contained)

Tell a joke before midnight every day, or there will be a mysterious big surprise.

A flash of light appeared.

In Weiss's vision, a crescent-shaped bookmark slowly appeared below the World Book, looking like a broken smiley face tattoo.

This was the first time he had ever come into contact with the legendary forbidden object.

I'll store it in the World Book for now, and I feel like I can summon it with a single thought.

"Tell a joke...?"

"Do taboo subjects need to be made into jokes?"

"I have plenty of jokes and sayings here, but don't I have any detailed descriptions of their functions? And I'm not sure if this thing is funny to a high or low degree."

In any case, the abilities of this world book are far too perfunctory.

It's even called the World Book!

The name should be something like the kind of amazing appraisal skill that protagonists always have, which directly exposes the dark history of this thing, right?

Just as Weiss was inwardly grumbling, the moving carriage slowly came to a stop.

"Mr. Weiss, we've arrived. Please get out of the car."

The voice of the butler, Sebastian, could be heard from outside.

Weiss bent down and stepped out of the carriage, then looked up—

What comes into view is a luxurious mansion that could be called a small palace; the mansion is surrounded by a low cast iron fence, each railing topped with a crescent-shaped metal ornament, exquisite yet majestic. The bushes inside the fence rustle softly, and the neatly trimmed hedges cast straight shadows under the lamplight.

The milky-white main building gleamed softly in the moonlight; its three-story structure, just from its facade, was larger than all the other houses on the entire street combined.

It should be wide. Above the dome stands a silver crescent statue, echoing the coat of arms on the carriage.

The garden was filled with rare flowers whose names he did not know, and a path paved with silver pebbles meandered from the flower gate to the main building's entrance, with a row of maids in uniform stockings standing on each side.

"This is the Selenes family..."

Chapter 4: The Wind Addict

Sebastian led Weiss through the garden path, past the rows of servants standing with their hands at their sides on either side of the mansion gate, and into the main entrance of the milky-white main building.

Upon entering the mansion, a feeling of being in a completely different world washes over you.

The hall was paved with ivory-white floor tiles, and a crystal chandelier overhead emitted a magnificent glow. Several old oil paintings hung on the walls; the gold ornaments on the frames had faded somewhat, but this only added to their solemnity, a sense of history and refinement.

In the center of the hall stood a round ebony wooden table, flanked by two tall bookshelves displaying rows of heavy, dark-leather-bound books, their gilded lettering gleaming faintly under the light. At the end of the corridor stood a grandfather clock, its brass pendulum swinging slowly back and forth, emitting a deep, rhythmic ticking sound.

"It feels like a completely different scene from the downtown area."

Weiss thought to himself without showing any emotion.

A moment later, Sebastian led him into a reception room on the second floor.

Two men were already waiting inside.

Sitting by the window was a brown-haired young man of similar age to Weiss, dressed in a well-tailored blue tuxedo with a silver brooch on his collar, which seemed to be the emblem of some noble family.

His brown hair was loosely tied back with a thin ribbon, with a few stray strands falling across his forehead. His face exuded the arrogance and reserve unique to aristocratic youths. He sat with impeccable posture, his back ramrod straight, his slender fingers resting lightly on his knees, even the curve of his knuckles revealing a deliberately cultivated elegance.

The other man appeared to be slightly older than Weiss, dressed simply, and gave off a gentle and reserved vibe.

The moment their eyes met, Weiss sensed a kindred spirit emanating from the two. Just as Sebastian had predicted, the Selenes family had brought all the wind addicts with them.

At the same time, the nobleman in the blue suit gave Weiss, the last person to enter, a cold look.

"A drug addict?"

Weiss didn't react in any particular way, and simply nodded silently.

The man seemed somewhat displeased with Weiss's nonchalant attitude, his brows furrowing slightly before he announced his name with a boastful tone.

Oliver Crane, the second son of the Crane family.

Weiss: Weiss

"No surname?"

"Ah."

Oliver didn't say much, and slightly shifted his gaze, seemingly having lost interest.

On the other side, the tall, thin young man had already stood up, bowed slightly to Weiss, and given him a polite smile.

"My name is Lorne, it's a pleasure to meet you." His voice was calm and clear, neither hurried nor slow.

Weiss nodded to him, then sat down in the third chair, the silence somewhat awkward.

Two minutes later, Oliver broke the silence again.

He looked at Lorne beside him and asked:

"You're a commoner too? What do you do?"

The tone wasn't exactly rude, but a subtle sense of superiority still seeped out.

Lorne did not show any displeasure.

"I used to help out at a pharmacy in the lower city, mainly providing calming and healing treatments for patients," he replied with a smile. "To be honest, I was just lucky to be able to make a living using my superhuman abilities."

“A pharmacy…” Oliver nodded, with a forced affirmation, “Well, it’s a legitimate one.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to look at Weiss.

"What about you?"

“An apprentice at the spice shop,” Weiss replied simply.

"Oh," Oliver's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he didn't say anything offensive.

Weiss didn't seem inclined to talk much more.

He was still quietly observing the changes in the World Book, but after half a day there were no fluctuations, so it seemed that these two addicts were not important figures.

"Snap—"

Just then, the door to the reception room was pushed open again.

As extraordinary individuals who have progressed through the "wind addict" pathway, the three, including Weiss, have a far greater sensitivity to fluctuations in emotions and auras than ordinary people.

They felt an unusual sense of oppression almost simultaneously.

A blonde woman dressed in a black women's military uniform walked in.

Her long, golden hair shone as brightly as the sun, with a few stray strands falling on either side of her temples, giving her beautiful face a sharper, more angular look.

This is not the kind of imposing presence that ordinary nobles exude, built upon their status and wealth.

This is the oppressive aura of a superhuman—the kind that only high-level superhumans can exude.

Weiss didn't know what sequence or rank the woman in front of him was, but one thing was certain: she was on a completely different level from him, a mere 9th-rank extra.

That difference is like the distance between a candle flame and a furnace.

Adele Selenenis.

The squad leader of the Moonlit City Night Patrol Branch.

Weiss had never seen her face, but the silver crescent emblem she wore on her collar was enough to tell him that she was the eldest daughter of the Selenes family.

A white cat perched on her shoulder, its graceful form adorned with a sapphire necklace, and it was scrutinizing the three people in the room with its calm, vertical pupils.

Oliver stood up respectfully almost the instant the other person entered the room.

His expression became much more solemn. He quickly straightened his collar, strode forward, and performed a standard aristocratic bow, his posture being far more respectful than when he was talking to Weiss earlier.

"Oliver of the Crane family greets Lady Adele!"

His voice was filled with undisguised eagerness, “It is a great honor for my Clayne family to be invited by the Selenes family! Oliver will do his best to be of service in any way he can!”

Child, you're a bit too much like Ke Qing...

Weiss was so embarrassed by Oliver's obsequious, sycophantic attitude that he almost dug a three-bedroom apartment out of his toes.

Meanwhile, Lorne on the other side simply gave a slight bow, his attitude perfectly appropriate.

"My name is Lorne. Thank you for your invitation, Miss."

Concise, appropriate, with not a single superfluous word.

Weiss nodded in agreement, "Weiss, thank you for the invitation."

Adele's gaze swept over the three of them in turn, then she said indifferently:

"Okay, please sit down."

His attitude was unusually cold.

Seeing the three of them sit down again, Adele picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip, and then got straight to the point:

"We invited the three of you here today because our Selenes family has some internal matters that require the assistance of a transcendent being with the Wind Addiction pathway."

"I have invited all the registered Wind Addicts in Moonlit City to be my guests, which means the three of you here today."

"Because this matter involves the secrets of the Selenes family, only one person can remain in the end. Of course, the other two who are not selected will also receive a very generous reward."

She didn't mention anything about Elune at all.

They did not inquire about the three individuals' specific information or life experiences.

She had already worn out those meaningless documents days ago.

Upon hearing this, Oliver's lips curled slightly. Among the three wind addicts present, he was the only nobleman, and he couldn't imagine that he might be eliminated.

"Well then, I still have some matters to attend to. Please stay at the mansion tonight. The rooms have been arranged. We can discuss the specifics tomorrow."

"Yes, sir! Thank you for your hospitality, Miss Adele!" Oliver immediately bowed, his posture even more subdued than before.

Lorne also stood up, still maintaining his gentle and polite demeanor: "Excuse me, thank you for the arrangements, Miss."

Weiss stood up without saying anything.

His attention was actually partly focused on the world book.

Since Adele arrived, the illusory ancient book that had been floating in the field of vision had begun to tremble slightly but continuously.

The exploration progress numbers on the pages are changing at an extremely slow rate.

Current location: Moonlit City, Upper District, Serenis Manor (Exploration progress: 12%)

We've definitely entered the main storyline...

Weiss withdrew his gaze and followed the butler Sebastian out of the reception room with a blank expression.

After they left, only Adele and the white cat remained in the drawing room.

There was silence for a moment.