So crisp and decisive that everyone gathered around the small table was momentarily stunned.

Even the black stone inside the wooden box trembled ever so slightly, as if to show respect.

“Master, are you sure you don’t want to reconsider…”

Olivia Green’s words already carried a clear note of joy, but she still forced herself to suppress her emotions and remind Eric Foster.

The others present, including the vampire Mason, known for his perpetually deadpan face, and the zombie Paul Harris, also revealed a different glint in their eyes at this moment.

Jack Reed licked his lips;

Ryan Grant was cracking his knuckles, producing a series of crisp sounds.

They were anticipating, they were really anticipating, they were incredibly eager!

But Eric Foster just smiled confidently and said:

“It’s the second path, then. To be honest, and don’t laugh at me, I’ve always loved this kind of thrilling, terrifying stuff, because it excites me, gives me a rush. Unfortunately, in my previous world, I could only experience that atmosphere through comics.

Besides, in this world, apart from you all, I have no family, no ties—there’s really nothing holding me back.

Even if we take the worst-case scenario, I’m someone who’s already committed suicide before. Every day I live in this world now is a bonus for me, so why would I choose to just muddle along and wait to die? I might as well find something interesting to do. Even if it all ends, it’s just game over. Since I’m the one who put in the coin, there’s nothing to regret.”

The smiles on everyone’s faces grew even wider.

Olivia Green stood up and turned her gaze to Nate, who had been sitting there staring blankly at the sky.

Nate nodded, placed his hands on the table, and tapped lightly and nimbly, as if the small round table before him were a piano.

However, he wasn’t lost in his own amusement. Instead, he spoke:

“Jack Reed.”

“Here.”

Jack Reed clicked his tongue, then put both feet up on the chair, his small body swaying up and down, looking eager and impatient.

“Go to the Tiger Head County yamen tonight. Any letters or documents from the court—anything you think is valuable—bring them all back. Move quickly. Set out at 1 a.m., bring the stuff back within half an hour, and before dawn, return everything to its original place.”

Jack Reed was short in stature. Before he became a villain, he actually started out as a cat burglar, a profession that suited his build perfectly.

“Got it.”

Jack Reed was very excited, swaying even more vigorously.

“Ah Li.”

Ryan Grant clenched his fists and responded with a strong, energetic “Yes!”

“The leader of that barbarian caravan has always admired your strength, hasn’t he? Go find him tonight and tell him you’ve agreed to join him. After you’ve blended into his caravan, head into the desert, observe the local customs, and see if there’s a suitable place for us to settle down. Remember, round trip must be within a month.”

“Understood.” Ryan Grant nodded firmly.

Actually, sending Ryan Grant to scout the desert was also a way to prepare a backup plan for everyone. After all, compared to Yan State, the more loosely organized desert would make it easier for the group to settle down.

“The city patrol captain’s wife has long suffered from childlessness and once came to me for a fortune reading. This afternoon, I’ll go find her and deliver some talisman water.”

Next,

The blind Nate’s invisible “gaze” fell on Olivia Green, and he said:

“Si Niang, you’ll entertain guests tonight.”

“Alright, I’ll spread the word later—tonight I’ll personally take clients, highest bidder wins.”

The blind Nate nodded. Although everyone had different personalities and backgrounds, at their core, they were the same. No matter how simple or silly someone might seem, there wasn’t a single truly kind-hearted soul among them.

Moreover, during the six months Eric Foster was in a coma, everyone had gotten to know each other better, so when it came time to act, their cooperation was naturally smooth.

Olivia Green was a flower—a beautiful, mature one—but she never actually took clients herself, only managed the girls under her. Over the past six months, there had been no shortage of men in Tiger Head City interested in her.

Spreading the word, highest bidder wins—this would weed out the riffraff, catch a big fish to share her bed, and then extract some information about this world from him.

Ordinary people just muddle through life, and if nothing major happens, they’ll probably live out their days like this: working, paying taxes, doing labor, and experiencing birth, aging, sickness, and death.

Just like the people at the inn these past six months—because their status was too low and their range of activity too small, the blind Nate said he hadn’t seen anything from a “high-martial” world.

Of course, it was also possible that they instinctively avoided such things, just wanting to wait quietly for Eric Foster to wake up.

The blind Nate pointed at Mason and Paul Harris. Although everyone was now just an ordinary person, they still retained a few special traits—Paul Harris could still perform the chest-breaking stone act.

“Mason, Paul Harris, you two help Si Niang out. Don’t let anything really go wrong and end up losing both the lady and the troops.”

It wasn’t a very funny joke, since it was disrespectful.

But everyone laughed,

Including Si Niang herself.