Volume 1, Chapter 63: What are you all doing? Trying to murder me so you can inherit my lounge chair?-Reencarnei como vilã, só quero ficar de boa, mas minha família é poderosa demais(Espere por mim com uma tigela de mingau.)

This instruction acted like a beacon of light ignited within endless darkness, attracting a most extraordinary presence.

Far beyond the heavens and myriad realms, in a core region of the Chaotic Sea where even the concepts of light and darkness did not exist, floated a pavilion that could not be measured by any dimension. It resembled both a vessel and a tavern, its entire form constructed from a primal law known as "Feast."

This was the Myriad Realms Delicacy Pavilion.

An ancient, neutral, and terrifying organization that had existed since the dawn of the universe, owing allegiance to no faction, dedicated solely to the pursuit of the ultimate arts of "delicacy" and "appreciation."

Just a moment ago, upon the pavilion's master seat, a figure composed of flowing light and intoxicating aromas abruptly "opened" its eyes.

"So... so fragrant..."

A message resonated deep within the souls of every member of the pavilion.

"Just now, at the other end of the Chaotic Sea, a 'Creation-grade' delicacy was born. Its culinary technique is unheard of, and the 'Dao' it embodies surpasses our comprehension. Quick, find that great 'Chef'! At all costs, invite him to attend the impending 'Eonian Tea Gathering'!"

A streak of flowing light shot forth from the Myriad Realms Delicacy Pavilion, instantly traversing infinite distance to arrive just outside the ancestral grounds of the Gu family.

This was an elaborately dressed emissary with a blurred visage, radiating an aroma that made one's mouth water profusely.

The moment he attempted to enter the Gu family's ancestral grounds, he was blocked by an invisible barrier. The sheer strength of this barrier caused even an Immortal Emperor-grade entity like himself to feel a palpitation of the heart.

"Such formidable protection... It seems this is a reclusive, supreme existence."

The emissary was not surprised; for a "chef" of this caliber to possess a certain temperament and formidable defenses was entirely normal.

Just as he was preparing to present his formal calling card in accordance with etiquette and request an audience, he suddenly perceived a peculiar fluctuation of will, laden with an "invitation," radiating outward from within the defensive perimeter.

"Oh? This mighty being actually anticipated our arrival and took the initiative to open a path?"

The emissary was overjoyed. Without the slightest hesitation, he probed a wisp of his divine sense inward along the path of that "invitation" fluctuation.

The very next second, his divine sense descended.

...

Inside the dream rental room.

Gu Changsheng was wearing headphones, completely engrossed in his video game.

"Charge, charge, charge! Support, shield me! The enemy mage is out of mana, let's push for the win!" he roared enthusiastically.

Suddenly, without any warning, a golden, luxurious pop-up advertisement adorned with mouth-watering food images flashed across his computer screen.

[Detected esteemed '[Emoji]-grade Chef'. The 'Myriad Realms Delicacy Pavilion' sincerely invites you to attend the once-in-a-ten-thousand-years 'Dao-Tasting Tea Gathering'. We have prepared tea brewed with 'The First Ray of Light at the Dawn of Chaos' and music played on 'The Final String at the End of the Epoch', solely to discuss the Dao of delicacies with you!]

"What the hell? Are you kidding me? We're in the middle of a team fight!"

Flustered by the sudden pop-up, Gu Changsheng’s hand slipped on the mouse, causing his in-game character to charge directly into the enemy fountain and drop dead on the spot.

"Damn it!" he cursed angrily, moving the mouse to skillfully locate the "[Emoji]" in the top-right corner of the pop-up.

Click.

The pop-up vanished.

Yet, a tenth of a second later, it popped up again, growing even larger.

[Respected Chef, please do not reject our goodwill; this is supreme glory...]

"Will this ever end?!" Gu Changsheng was furious. This adware was getting completely out of hand.

He attempted to open the task manager, only to find that his mouse cursor simply could not reach it. That pop-up seemed to possess the highest system permissions.

"Respected Lord, I am an emissary of the Myriad Realms Delicacy Pavilion. To converse with you is my utmost honor..." A gentle yet seductive voice echoed directly within his mind.

It was the voice of the emissary. Realizing that a simple pop-up was ineffective, he had resorted to direct divine sense communication.

This final straw completely ignited Gu Changsheng's fury.

After finally finding a moment of peace to play a game, he kept running into this ultimate combination of "telemarketing" and "malicious pop-ups."

All he wanted was to sleep; all he wanted was to play games. Why were there always so many inexplicable nuisances bothering him!

An extreme surge of "irritation" welled up from the depths of his soul.

"Leave... me... the... hell... alone!"

He roared these words from the very depths of his being.

This roar was not voiced through his mouth, but through his "will."

Amplified infinitely by the [Ancestor's Pillow], this will instantly radiated from the realm of dreams into reality.

It did not transform into heaven-destroying energy, but instead morphed into a cold, absolute "rule."

[Rule Content: Prohibition of all unauthorized harassment including "advertisements," "promotions," "pop-ups," and "invitations."]

Outside the Gu family's ancestral grounds, the Delicacy Pavilion emissary stood smiling, awaiting good news, when the smile on his face suddenly froze.

His body, composed of "aroma" and "laws," began to tremble violently.

For he discovered that the very "meaning" of his existence was being forcibly "negated" by an irresistible, peerless force!

What was he? He was an "emissary." What was his duty? To deliver an "invitation."

Yet now, that supreme will had defined an "invitation" as "harassment," an act "requiring strict prohibition."

His "Dao," the very foundation of his existence, was at this moment fundamentally conflicting with the "new heavenly decree" of the entire universe!

"No... This... Pfft!"

The emissary spewed a mouthful of "blood" composed of primal aroma. Cracks began to appear across his body, as if he were about to be "purified" out of existence by this new rule at any moment.

His eyes were filled with ultimate terror and incomprehension.

What on earth had happened? Why would that mighty being harbor such intense malice toward the concept of an "invitation"?

Moments before being completely erased, driven by the primal instinct for survival, he made the most correct decision. Gathering his final shred of strength, he hurled the "Golden Invitation"—representing the highest specification of the Myriad Realms Delicacy Pavilion—straight into the barrier of the Gu family's ancestral grounds as a token of "apology" and "plea for mercy."

Then, amidst his sheer terror, his figure dissolved into countless points of light, fleeing in panic back to the depths of the Chaotic Sea, his Dao heart nearly shattered.

Within the dream.

Following Gu Changsheng's angry roar, the pop-up on the computer screen and the voice in his mind vanished cleanly.

"Hmph, trying to mess with me."

His mood greatly improved, Gu Changsheng cheerfully dove into his next match.

...

After an indeterminate period, Gu Changsheng awoke feeling fully refreshed.

Stretching lazily, he opened his eyes to find Fu Bo, Ye Qingxian, and Ji Ruxue standing before his bed with looks of sheer terror, guarding him as if facing a formidable enemy.

"What are you all doing? Trying to murder me for my reclining chair?" Gu Changsheng joked with a yawn.

None of the three smiled.

Just moments ago, they had distinctly sensed a strange yet overwhelmingly powerful will attempting to infiltrate the courtyard. Immediately afterward, an even more familiar "irritation" will belonging to the Young Lord had swept outward, instantly heavily wounding that external will.

Although that clash had been completely silent, it had left them far more shaken than any heaven-shattering battle.

"Young Lord, are you... alright just now?" Fu Bo asked with deep concern.

"I'm fine, had a great dream, just got really ticked off by some scumbag pop-up," Gu Changsheng casually replied.

As he spoke, he sat up and felt something resting beside his hand.

Looking down, he saw a thin card crafted entirely from an unknown golden material. Inscribed upon it were endlessly intricate and profound patterns, emitting a faint, exotic fragrance that cleared one's Dao heart the moment it was inhaled.