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Chapter 44: Entrapment
🕑 Added 2025-04-27 17:01:22 +0000 UTCGuinaifen's feelings differed markedly from Jingliu and Feixiao's.
While Jingliu and Feixiao felt nothing but utter humiliation from their dream experiences—to the point of wanting to tear Solon limb from limb—Guinaifen's emotions were far more complicated.
On one hand, she resented Solon for threatening her family, taking her virginity, and forcing her to become his lover.
On the other, buried deep in her heart was a sliver of gratitude. Thanks to Solon's "help," her family had genuinely achieved a better life.
And then there was the sense of emptiness upon waking, the disillusionment of returning to reality.
The reason for these conflicting emotions wasn't just her desperate wish for her siblings' wellbeing—it was also because Solon, much like the esteemed readers, was young, handsome, and filthy rich.
Had it been some greasy middle-aged man instead, she'd have been left with nothing but hatred. After all, every world judged by appearances.
When she'd first started streaming on the Xianzhou, she'd had no shortage of sleazy middle-aged men offering to "sponsor" her. She'd rejected them without a second thought.
Those who dared pester her? She'd beaten them to a pulp.
She'd rather scrape by through sheer hustle than debase herself for such men.
With a sigh, Guinaifen pushed aside her tangled thoughts.
Dreams were just dreams. Real life wasn't some web novel where you'd run into a young, domineering CEO.
At dawn the next day, Solon stormed into the Divination Commission the moment its doors opened—he wasn't taking any chances with delays.
By the time all the paperwork was processed, it was well past noon.
When he'd entered, he'd been a penniless nobody. When he left, his net worth ranked within the Luofu's top hundred.
His assets now included:
An entire street in the busiest district of Golden Alley
A 500-acre classical garden in Changledian, plus several estates no smaller than 10 acres each
Three small cargo starports at Cloudford
Numerous other properties scattered across the Luofu, the smallest being over 500 square meters
Additionally, there was a trust fund worth billions of credits managed by the Interastral Peace Corporation, plus various deposits totaling another billion.
In short, the system had arranged for him to own premium real estate—the kind that generated passive income while he lounged around.
After hours of bureaucracy, he was starving. Time for lunch.
Solon took a starskiff to Golden Alley and headed to his usual restaurant, ordering his favorite dishes and devouring them with gusto.
Post-meal, he leisurely sipped a cup of Dusky Blaze tea, his mind circling back to an earlier problem:
How to find a relatively weak Pathstrider to help evolve his "Indestructible Golden Body."
Now that he was loaded, his options had expanded considerably.
Then—inspiration struck.
Draining his tea in one gulp, Solon stood and strode toward a familiar location.
The perfect candidate had just occurred to him: Guinaifen.
Among Pathstriders, her combat abilities were mediocre—even at full strength, she couldn't possibly breach his Golden Body's limits.
Plus, she needed money badly, making her easy to control.
Of course, there was another key reason: through simulation, he already knew Guinaifen's "depths," her weaknesses, and what she cherished most.
Solon casually opened a streaming app and found Guinaifen's live channel.
As expected, the hardworking "Xiao Guizi" was broadcasting.
Her location wasn't hard to deduce either: somewhere with heavy foot traffic, spacious, not obstructing transportation, and preferably far from Divination Commission outposts to delay enforcement.
Few spots in Golden Alley met all criteria. Combined with her live footage, Solon pinpointed her performance site within minutes.
He didn't approach immediately, instead observing from the shadows.
Nearly an hour later, local Divination Commission officers finally arrived to reprimand her.
Only after the crowd dispersed did Solon saunter over.
"Xiao Guizi~ Fancy meeting you here."
Guinaifen, packing up her gear, turned in confusion.
When she saw that infuriatingly familiar face, her hands trembled violently—her microphone clattered to the ground with a screech of feedback.
"Y-you...!?"
Solon arched an eyebrow, smiling meaningfully.
"Seems you recognize me. Perfect timing—I have business with you. Shall we discuss this somewhere more private?"
He gestured at their surroundings. Only then did Guinaifen notice the curious stares drawn by the noise.
After a pause, she muttered, "Where?"
"Follow me."
With that, Solon walked off.
Guinaifen hurriedly finished packing, hesitated, then trailed after him.
Having inherited his "distant relative's" estate, Solon now owned properties across the Luofu—Golden Alley's prime locations included.
At a secluded courtyard nearby, Solon pressed his palm to the entry scanner.
Beep!
The gate slid open soundlessly.
Thanks to Xianzhou's advanced networks, all property access permissions had updated automatically post-transfer—no need to manually reset each lock.
Noting Guinaifen's compliance, Solon's eyes glinted as he ushered her inside.
Having come this far, Guinaifen couldn't back out now. After a brief hesitation, she stepped in...
Fifteen minutes later, Guinaifen stared at her blood-soaked hands in horror.
Solon's corpse lay nearby, wounds gushing crimson that rapidly pooled across the floor.
She felt herself unraveling.
Earlier, upon entering, she'd immediately confronted Solon about the dreams.
To her shock, he'd openly admitted: Yes, it was all me.
Guinaifen didn't doubt it—the cosmos brimmed with bizarre abilities, and Paths held infinite mysteries. Even Penacony, the legendary "Planet of Festivities," was itself a giant dreamscape.
That Solon could engineer erotic dreams? Not unbelievable.
But what followed spiraled utterly beyond her control.
Solon began recounting every humiliating, intimate detail from the dreams to provoke her.
Then he threatened her family's safety, further escalating the tension.
Already unsettled by the dreams, Guinaifen—goaded by his taunts—snapped and attacked.
