The ethereal, majestic voice continued to resonate in Hu Liena's mind—each word echoing like a sacred decree from the heavens.
"Of course, becoming an Apostle of God means you will discard mortal status and worldly glory."
"But in return, you shall receive blessings far beyond the reach of ordinary beings."
"For instance, all three meals at Feng Ran Pavilion shall be provided at no cost, and moreover—"
The System's calm explanation continued unhurriedly.
But every word struck Hu Liena's soul like thunder.
The System hadn't even finished its sentence when a fierce, resolute cry erupted from deep within her spirit—
"I will!!!"
Her voice trembled uncontrollably—not out of fear, but sheer emotion and fanatical devotion.
This wasn't simple acceptance.
This was the ecstasy of someone grabbing not just a lifeline, but a divine ladder to ascend the heavens.
Worldly glory?
Identity as the Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden?
The position of the Pope's disciple?
All meaningless.
Before the Senior's divine grace, before the supreme honor of serving by the side of a living deity—such mortal labels were nothing but dust!
Most importantly—
Three meals.
Three meals a day.
Three meals a day at Feng Ran Pavilion!
Just imagining tasting that soul-melting cuisine three times a day, every day, made Hu Liena's breathing hitch with excitement.
Did she accept too quickly?
No.
She even felt she had accepted too slowly.
If hesitation existed for even one ten-thousandth of a second… what if this heaven-sent opportunity had slipped away?
System: "…"
For once, it seemed genuinely stunned by how fast she agreed.
"Candidate 'Hu Liena' has accepted."
"Issuing Employee credentials and uniform…"
A moment later, a soft yet radiant holy light bloomed before her.
When the brilliance faded, a neatly folded outfit and a crimson maple-leaf badge hovered in midair.
Not ordinary clothes.
A refined, black-and-red uniform with elegant, fluid lines—qipao-like yet unique.
Perfectly tailored, dignified yet subtly accentuating her graceful curves.
"Tomorrow at dawn, put it on."
"It will guide you to the land of divine grace."
Then—
A vast stream of information flooded into her mind.
Name: Hu Liena
Position: Feng Ran Pavilion — Waiter
Salary: 2000 Food Points/month (paid by Owner)
Employee Benefits: Three meals daily, one uniform, Employee dormitory (pending activation), internal welfare, etc.
Job Responsibilities: Guiding guests, taking orders, serving dishes, clearing tables, general tasks.
Before Hu Liena could even decipher what "Food Points" meant, another voice echoed solemnly:
"As one of the first Employees, you shall receive a unique divine blessing."
"This blessing will descend when you officially report for duty tomorrow."
And thus, Hu Liena—dressed in nothing but a thin nightgown—collapsed into a posture of deep devotion, kowtowing excitedly to an empty room… for a very long time.
Meanwhile, Lin Feng—still lying in bed—received the System's merciless commentary.
"Tsk."
The System's icy electronic tone carried an unmistakable hint of disdain.
"small fry host, this System has never seen you so generous."
"You actually gifted a supreme heaven-and-earth treasure to a newly recruited Employee?"
"Were you possessed by something?"
Lin Feng lightly touched his chin, sensing the ten Immortal Herbs shimmering inside the System space.
A subtle, meaningful smile curved his lips.
"Short-sighted," he murmured.
"This isn't generosity. It's waste management—cough! I mean, investment."
"A single Immortal Herb is useless to me. Just a stone gathering dust."
"But to her? It becomes unwavering loyalty, and a return multiplied a thousandfold."
"This is the demeanor a 'Senior' like me should display."
After all, those herbs were useless to him. Better to give them to an Employee than let them sit idle, or worse—waste one on some random outsider.
He could win loyalty, maximize benefits, and maintain his incomprehensible Senior persona.
Three birds with one stone.
Truly, he was a business genius of understated brilliance.
System: "...You are the Host. Whatever makes you happy."
Then—
"Scanning Douluo Continent…"
"Ding!"
"Second recruitment target locked: Shrek Academy — Ning Rongrong."
Lin Feng: "...You're still going?"
Shrek Academy — Dilapidated Dormitory
Ning Rongrong sat on her bed hugging a pillow, fuming.
"Damn Dai Mubai! How dare he lay a hand on me! And Tang San, Oscar—they actually didn't help me deal with him!"
The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
And the more she stewed, the more wronged she felt.
She, the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School—pampered since birth, adored by everyone.
Since when had she ever suffered such grievances?
But that frustration only ignited her competitive spirit.
They want to drive me away?
Then I definitely won't leave!
I'll integrate into this shabby academy and make all of them look at me differently!
Just then—
A lofty, ethereal voice echoed directly in her mind.
"Girl~ Do you desire power? Do you long to break the limits of your Spirit?"
"Who?!"
Ning Rongrong leapt up like a startled cat, tail stepped on—hair bristling, eyes wide.
She scanned the room.
Nothing but moonlight spilling through cracked wooden boards.
"Who's talking?!"
"I am the will of Feng Ran Pavilion."
The voice paid no attention to her fear.
Its tone remained aloof, cold, godlike.
"Become an Employee of Feng Ran Pavilion, and you shall obtain supreme opportunity—enough to realize your Sect's thousand-year dream."
"Feng Ran… Pavilion?"
Ning Rongrong blinked.
She had never heard of such a place.
"Employee?"
Then realization hit her—and she burst into wild laughter.
"Hahahahaha! You're killing me!!"
"You want me, Ning Rongrong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, to be an Employee in your unknown little 'pavilion'?"
She laughed so hard she nearly rolled off the bed.
"Are you insane? Did a Spirit Beast kick your head?"
"Do you know who I am? I'm the daughter of Sect Master Ning Fengzhi! The future successor!"
"You want me to serve dishes? You?"
"If you dare bother me again, once I return to the Sect, I'll have Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone tear down your entire broken pavilion!"
Hands on hips, she unleashed every grievance she'd suffered at Shrek—and then doubled it—at this mysterious voice.
Only after cursing to her heart's content did her mood finally stabilize.
Feng Ran Pavilion
Lin Feng had heard every single word.
He sat in silence.
Expressionless.
Only after a long, suffocating pause did he finally speak to the System, voice utterly deadpan:
"…This is the Employee candidate you chose?"
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