Evylin's Residence

That night, Oliver left his house.

He didn't change his clothes—still wearing loose fabric pants, since he still struggled to put on jeans because of his injuries.

Once he reached the main road, he hailed a taxi heading to Heaven Garden Complex, located in the city center.

It wasn't a new complex, but rather a well-known residential area—home to Manchester's true elites for centuries.

The taxi only dropped him off at the front gate. It couldn't enter, and there was no alternative entrance since the entire complex was surrounded by tall walls.

More than ten security guards stood watch at the gate.

Oliver approached one of them and asked, "I'd like to visit my teacher's house. May I go in?"

The security guard he asked looked confused upon hearing that.

He couldn't help but ask, "Who is your teacher?"

"Sir, if you want to enter, you must provide proof of permission from one of the residents inside the complex. Please show me your identification card. I'll check if you've been granted access," another guard came over and explained.

Of course, Oliver had no problem showing his ID card—now a Cultivator Identity Card.

However, the guard didn't seem to care much.

He typed Oliver's ID number into his tablet.

DING!

(Identity Not Registered!)

A notification popped up on the screen.

"Looks like your teacher needs to register your ID first," the guard said politely with a smile.

Oliver felt awkward—he didn't expect his teacher, someone he thought to be very meticulous, to overlook something like this.

He was about to send her a message when something unexpected happened.

A massive claw—clearly belonging to a wild beast—suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of him.

It slashed at his shirt.

The next thing he knew, he was being pulled—his vision went black for a moment.

When it cleared again, everything around him had changed.

Standing before him was a giant black wolf—enormous enough that his jaw dropped just seeing it.

He figured the wolf must be at least 20 meters tall, and its full length was hard to gauge.

Its fur looked as tough as steel, and its savage expression made his heart pound uncontrollably.

He could only marvel at such a massive beast.

(Monster Level 31!)

A notification popped up from his Observation Ring.

Such a high level—and it was even a Boss Monster.

But clearly, this wasn't Chaotic World.

Behind the wolf, he saw a luxurious mansion with a futuristic design, three stories tall, and he was standing in its courtyard.

To the left and right were other villas and castles.

"Kid, the boss is waiting inside," the giant wolf growled in a rough, terrifying voice.

"Boss?"

Oliver was stunned by the term.

"Your teacher," the wolf added.

At that point, Oliver finally understood what was happening.

"Must be some kind of ultra-VIP pickup," he thought, walking toward the mansion and passing the enormous wolf, which continued to glare at him with its red eyes.

It was probably just a servant, being a monster.

As Evelyn's student, he didn't need to concern himself with a servant monster.

Before long, he reached the front doors of the mansion—four meters tall and five meters wide—crafted from beautifully carved brown wood.

They were already open, so Oliver stepped inside, only to be amazed by the massive living room filled with luxurious furnishings.

He even spotted a giant aquarium housing five sharks.

But before he could admire the room for long, his gaze locked onto the sofa.

There sat Evelyn, legs crossed in long pants, wearing a tight tank top. Her hairstyle was the same—wolf cut.

And she wasn't alone. A young maid was massaging her back while Evelyn relaxed, drinking and smoking.

If she weren't such a beautiful woman, Oliver would have thought she was a tomboy delinquent.

But she wasn't just beautiful—she was insanely wealthy. The Chairwoman of the Cultivators Association, bearing a surname supposedly reserved for royalty.

Reaching her, Oliver cupped his fists respectfully and said, "Master!"

The woman looked him over from head to toe, seemingly checking his aura.

She nodded and said, "Lisa, heal his wounds."

"Yes, boss!" the young maid replied.

She approached Oliver and raised her hand, which began to emit a green glow that enveloped his entire body.

He could feel immense vitality from the green light.

As soon as it touched him, all pain vanished, and his wounds began healing rapidly.

It was clearly more effective than drinking an entire barrel of Magic Energy Drink.

However, Oliver knew this had to be a rare ability—not many people possessed it.

And yet, the one who had it was just Evelyn's maid.

A few minutes later, all of Oliver's wounds were completely healed.

He lifted his pants to check for himself—his legs had returned to normal, without a single scar.

The maid, Lisa, stopped channeling the green light.

"Thank you," Oliver said to her as she walked back behind Evelyn.

She didn't respond at all, as if she hadn't heard him.

Once behind Evelyn, she resumed massaging her.

Her expression was completely emotionless.

Unlike Ivy, who was cold and indifferent, Lisa seemed... pure. As if she had no emotions at all.

Oliver couldn't tell what kind of person she really was.

Of course, he couldn't ask.

His focus here was Evelyn—his teacher.

"Is there something you want to ask? You seem to be thinking about something," Evelyn said.

"Mm…" For a moment, Oliver hesitated.

He was thinking about something—specifically Ivy's offer.

After a moment of consideration, he decided to tell Evelyn about it.

Perhaps she had encountered such fusions before and knew the pros and cons involved.