I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

Estelle walked over quickly, her expression a mixture of helplessness and apology:

"Teacher, why did you come all the way here in person?"

"When I see an interesting little guy, I definitely have to come and take a look."

Hei Ta circled around behind Qi Ye, then circled back, looking him up and down twice.

"He died and came back to life, and then went to his own funeral to steal offerings."

You're much more interesting than you appear on the security camera."

Then she changed the subject:

"The light cone you gave Xing is the one that lets you see other people's favorability ratings."

I examined the data, and it doesn't seem like a light cone at all; functionally, it's more like a strange object.

Qi Ye raised an eyebrow: "Ms. Black Tower also studies light cones?"

"The light cone is the embodiment of memory."

Your thing can display the favorability rating in real time.

It also included an explanation: this ability doesn't seem like something a proper light cone should have.

Black Tower snorted.

"But that's not important."

The important thing is—do you have anything else?

"Let me see it. I want to study it carefully."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pale blue light screen that only Qi Ye could see unfolded before his eyes.

[System notification: A five-star potential customer has been detected actively inquiring about products.]

[The thoughtful system has automatically matched you with your own personalized light cone]

[Light Cone Name: "The Skirt of a Genius"]

Rarity: ★★★★★

[Ability: After wearing it, the user's intelligence will be increased by 30%, and any technical problem will become easy difficulty in the eyes of the wearer.]

[Can automatically complete all calculations and deductions in the mind]

[Side effect: During the wearing period, the user will uncontrollably feel that he or she is a maid.]

She will unconsciously speak in a maid's tone, addressing people as "master" or "young lady".

Furthermore, it will visually replace the wearer's current clothes with a maid outfit.

Unable to be resolved until the light cone is removed.

[Friendly reminder: Imagine the scene of Lady Black Tower dressed as a maid and calling you her master.]

We think we could have asked for a higher price.

Qi Ye stared at the screen in silence for several seconds.

He raised his head and looked at the black tower puppet in front of him, hands on hips, nostrils pointing to the sky, exuding arrogance.

An image involuntarily surfaced in my mind:

This genius among geniuses, the Black Tower Lady, invented countless cutting-edge technologies.

Wearing a lace maid dress, standing in the laboratory, she said

"Master, today's experimental data has been compiled."

He decided to sell the light cone to the Black Tower.

No matter what method you use.

"Of course."

Qi Ye's smile became extremely bright.

The dazzling light made March 7th and Star, who were standing nearby, squint their eyes in alarm.

"However, Ms. Black Tower, I must first explain—I am a businessman."

You want to see my light cone? No problem.

But you have to buy it from me.

Cash on delivery, no credit.

Black Tower waved his hand impatiently:

"Just tell me how many credits you want, and I'll have Estella transfer them to you later."

Qi Ye held up one finger: "Ten million."

His face remained completely expressionless, as if ten million and one dollar made no difference to him.

When March 7th heard about this huge sum, his mouth dropped open in an "O" shape.

Xing looked at Qiye with an expression that said, "I've learned something new."

Black Tower himself showed no reaction, not even blinking, but simply urged:

"Stop dawdling, take the thing out and let me see it."

Qi Ye flipped his palm, and a brand new light cone card appeared.

The card is edged with a delicate lace pattern.

The center features a small maid's headdress design.

This one is called "The Skirt of Genius".

After wearing it, the wearer's intelligence will be enhanced, and any technical problem will become an entry-level difficulty in your eyes.

All calculations and deductions are completed automatically in the mind, resulting in a near 100% success rate for inventions.

Wear continuously, with no time limit.

Black Tower raised an eyebrow, finally revealing a hint of interest:

"Sounds pretty good?"

"However, there are a few minor side effects."

Qi Ye gestured with her fingers to indicate an extremely small distance, her smile sincere and open.

"I wonder if the great Lady Black Tower would mind?"

"That's it?"

Black Tower's tone was clearly disdainful.

"Can a mere side effect stump this genius?"

"Of course, it's nothing for a genius like you."

Qi Ye replied without changing his expression.

"But it might take some getting used to for the average person. However, you'll definitely be fine."

"Hmph, in my eyes, any side effects that do not affect the actual research results are as good as non-existent."

Black Tower casually reached out his hand.

"Give it to me."

Xing, standing nearby, poked the ground with his baseball bat and uttered two words:

"Trickster."

"Thank you for the compliment." Qi Ye's smile remained unchanged.

March 7th joined in, lowering his voice: "Ten million! Why don't you just rob someone!"

"Nothing makes money as fast as this, even if you rob someone."

Qiye shrugged as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Moreover, this is a five-star light cone, originally worth ten million. Honest and fair, genuine product."

Black Tower took the light cone card, looked at it over and over, and casually slapped it onto himself.

A soft pink light streamed into her chest.

Immediately afterwards, an exquisite black and white lace maid dress appeared out of thin air on her.

The skirt was fluffy, and a small bow was tied at the neckline. The white apron was also embroidered with a circle of light gold patterns.

She looks like a miniature maid who stepped out of a period drama.

Black Tower Head looked at her new outfit, turned around expressionlessly, and her skirt fluttered up and then fell down.

She nodded.

"The side effects are manageable, and the design is quite tasteful."

Alright, I'll take the things back and study them.

Estelle is gone.

After she finished speaking, she turned and walked towards the door, her lace skirt swaying back and forth.

After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped.

She realized that something seemed off when she told Qiye she was leaving.

It's like there's something I'm holding back, something I feel uncomfortable not saying.

She frowned, trying to swallow her words. But the side effects of the light cone clearly weren't going to let her off the hook.

The doll turned around stiffly, its small face still bearing that haughty expression.

But her mouth had already opened uncontrollably, emitting a sound so sweet that even she herself couldn't believe it.

“…Master, I shall take my leave now.”

Chapter 17 May you rest in peace

Before Heita could even retract the arrogant expression on her delicate little face, her mouth had already opened again on its own.

What she originally meant to say was "You tricked me."

But the moment her lips touched the lips, the sound that came out was soft and sweet, and it automatically came with the polite ending tone that is standard for maids.

"Master, you have some clever tricks up your sleeve. You even managed to outsmart me."

Is there anything else you need?

Upon hearing this, Black Tower's own eyes widened.

She covered her mouth and glared fiercely at Qi Ye.

But then her mouth slipped out from between her fingers and she added in that docile, unsettling tone:

"Does Master have something to whisper to him? Please feel free to give your orders."

The entire memorial hall was so quiet that even the sound of breathing had disappeared.

March 7th held his camera high, his finger pressed firmly on the shutter.

She took more than a dozen photos in a row, muttering to herself as she did so:

"The ten million was well spent."

Xing stood to the side, tilting her head and observing intently for a while:

"So this is how geniuses talk when they're angry."

Estella clasped her hands in front of her, her face still bearing that professional stationmaster expression.

But she bit her lower lip so hard that she almost left teeth marks.

The Black Tower puppet took a deep breath, gathering all its anger, and slammed its fist on the table:

"you……"