Landlord World - Start with SSS talent

Noan was startled upon seeing the notification; he had assumed he'd remain here forever and didn't expect the System would allow him and other Lords to return to the city.

Just then, another message appeared before him.

[Ding! Lords may bring one Hero back to the City. Aside from this Hero, Lords are forbidden from bringing anything else back.

The duration of stay in the City will be 10 days. After this period, all Lords will be forcibly teleported back to this world.

Lords also cannot bring anything from the City back into this world.]

After reading the announcement, Noan felt it wasn't significantly different from before. However, now he had clearer information about the timing, enabling him to better arrange his plans.

Unfortunately, he couldn't bring anything back from this world to the City, nor from the City to this world.

[Ding! You have received a personal notification. Would you like to view it?]

Noan frowned slightly at seeing yet another message. He tapped lightly on the system interface, and immediately another notification appeared.

[Ding! Because you achieved the highest ranking in the recent event, you've been granted an additional privilege: You may bring one individual from reality into this world.

However, this person cannot be a Lord; they must be ordinary.

Upon entering this world, that individual will obtain a random Class and Talent.

However, the System will not guarantee the loyalty of that person.]

Noan fell into deep thought after seeing this announcement. There was no one from reality he particularly wanted to bring into this world.

Moreover, the System wouldn't guarantee that person's loyalty. On top of that, he possessed an SSS-ranked talent, a secret he didn't wish anyone else to know about.

Therefore, bringing someone else into this world seemed like a huge support, but to Noan, it was actually a dangerous risk.

He didn't concern himself too deeply with it; if, in the future, he found someone suitable, perhaps he'd consider bringing them along.

But he doubted he'd ever find someone who could be completely loyal to him.

After all, back in the city, his family was no different from blood-sucking demons, and he didn't have any friends or anyone he could genuinely trust.

Noan shook his head, pushing the thoughts away. The most crucial matter right now was preparing carefully for his return to the city.

He also wasn't sure when he could visit his territory in the 'Singularity' again.

Noan had realized earlier that he could indeed bring items from the 'Singularity' into this world. This sparked an intriguing idea he intended to test soon. It meant he'd gain access to an enormous resource supply if successful.

Noan left Vylyss resting in his room and stepped outside.

"Master…" Malrik quickly ran toward him. Although Malrik's face was just a skull, Noan could clearly sense his joy through the two flames cheerfully dancing in his eye sockets.

Malrik immediately fell to his knees, wrapping both arms around Noan's legs tightly.

Noan: "…"

Still clinging tightly, Malrik laughed and said, "Master, you are my blazing sun, radiating dazzling brilliance. You are the eternal truth in my heart. You are—"

"Enough! Enough already!" Noan hurriedly interrupted Malrik, rubbing his forehead in annoyance. "If you have something to say, just say it clearly."

"Kekekeke…" Malrik chuckled again and continued, "Master, I simply wanted to express my gratitude for helping me evolve."

"Because of you, I've finally regained my true power—the power from hell that's been sleeping for thousands of years. Now I—"

"If you have nothing more important to say, you can get lost!" Noan impatiently snapped.

"Ack! Master, please don't be so cold to me!" Malrik dramatically pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, holding it between his skeletal teeth. Streams of bluish-green flames began to flow down from his eye sockets like tears.

Noan sighed, "If you were a beautiful woman, perhaps I'd have a little more patience."

"AAA!!!" Malrik dramatically pretended to despair, collapsing onto the ground. The space around him suddenly became dark, and a small, gloomy cloud appeared above his skull.

Noan: "..."

He found Malrik truly peculiar. Where exactly did those special effects come from?

"Fine, fine! What is it you wanted to say?" Noan sighed and finally asked.

Malrik quickly jumped up, cheerfully replying, "Kekeke… Master, I came to check Vylyss's condition. After all, my flames burned her soul and energy, so I bear some responsibility."

"You have a way to help Vylyss recover?" Noan asked immediately.

Malrik chuckled and said, "Kekekeke… Indeed, Master. She merely experienced minor burns to her soul and energy due to my flames. It won't cause her lasting harm. On the contrary, it'll actually help strengthen her soul and internal energy."

Noan listened without a doubt. After all, Malrik was a hero he personally summoned—he wouldn't deceive or intentionally harm him. Moreover, Noan himself had experienced Malrik's flames, which truly possessed effects exactly as Malrik described.

"Do you need any help from me?" Noan asked.

"No, Master. All you need to do is stand aside and watch," Malrik replied.

"Very well." Noan said, bringing Malrik into the room.

Malrik gazed at Vylyss lying silently on the bed, and suddenly, the two flames in his eye sockets began to dance. But unlike before, the flames no longer showed joy; instead, they radiated a murderous intent as if warning or threatening something.

Malrik slowly approached Vylyss, extending his skeletal hand and gently placing his index finger against her forehead.

At the same time, Malrik opened the ancient book he always carried.

The book automatically flipped through its pages, eventually settling on one page and beginning to radiate a gloomy, dark glow.

The atmosphere suddenly turned so heavy that Noan felt uncomfortable, but thankfully, it didn't last long.

Malrik withdrew his hand a few minutes later, turning toward Noan and saying, "Master, I've helped her recover. After this experience, her soul and energy should become even stronger."

"However… her soul suffered a slight injury. Sometimes she might exhibit peculiar behaviour or develop strange personality traits, but please don't worry too much."

"Ah! Her soul is injured? Then how can I fully restore her soul?" Noan frowned, feeling guilt welling up within him.

Of course, he didn't blame Malrik. It was his weakness that had led Vylyss to suffer while worrying about him amid Malrik's flames.

"No, Master, this isn't your fault," Malrik sighed. "Actually, Vylyss's soul was never whole, making it particularly vulnerable."

"Explain clearly," Noan replied, slightly startled. He never imagined that the soul of a rank-B hero could be incomplete.

"Master, do you really want to know? It involves numerous terrifying secrets."

"Ack!" Hearing this, Noan hesitated, then asked after contemplating, "Then, when can I help her?"

Indeed, he didn't want to give up. After all, Noan genuinely cared for Vylyss and didn't view her merely as a tool—so he was determined to help her.

Malrik chuckled with satisfaction: "Kekeke… Master, don't worry. It's not difficult for you, but you'll have to wait until the Wheel of Fate begins to turn."

"Of course, I don't know exactly when Vylyss's fate will start moving. All we can do now is wait."

Noan was slightly startled upon hearing the phrase "Wheel of Fate," feeling as if something strange lay hidden beneath the surface.

'Fate again? Just what exactly is going on here?' Noan quickly shook his head, pushing those thoughts away.

After all, he was still far too weak to approach any of those terrifying secrets.

At the very least, he needed the strength to defend himself before dealing with other matters.

"Will she wake up soon?" Noan asked.

Malrik nodded. "She'll awaken shortly, Master. Naturally, she'll still be the same Vylyss you've always known, just occasionally displaying strange actions or odd traits."

"If these personality shifts cause discomfort, please forgive her."

Noan waved his hand dismissively and replied, "Don't worry. I certainly won't blame her. After all… she is my woman."

"WOW!" Malrik suddenly exclaimed dramatically, "So touching! The love between a Master and his servant… Waaah! I also want your love, Master!"

Noan: "..."

"GET LOST!"