"The Supreme 1?" Miss Duncan was genuinely shocked.Even though her family was exceptionally wealthy, coming up with a billion in cash for a single property was a bit of a stretch for them.It was common to have extremely rich people these days, but someone who could casually drop a billion on a penthouse was incredibly rare.And to top it all off, it was the Supreme 1 penthouse?That fact alone showed just how seriously rich this person had to be.After all, if you asked a billionaire to buy an eight-hundred-thousand-dollar car, he might do so without a second thought, but the same could not be said for a mere millionaire.This was the fundamental difference between her and that man, the one Gloria mistakenly thought was on the same level.Hazel glanced at Lawrence's retreating figure, her eyes catching him just in time as he turned and entered a private elevator.Her elegant eyebrows knitted together in a slight frown."Hmmm...?" A strange, familiar feeling welled up within her. It

Checking the time, Lawrence discovered it was already 8:30 PM. He felt it would be a waste to sleep so early, so he found a comfortable set of casual wear and stepped out to the estate's private market to stock up on household essentials and some snacks.It wasn't until 10:00 PM that Lawrence finally settled into the immense, plush bed of his new master bedroom. The room's smart television was playing one of his favorite anime series, while the panoramic glass walls offered a stunning, silent view of the city's glittering skyline. With a glass of expensive wine in his hand, he finally felt a deep, profound sense of satisfaction.As he shifted his gaze from the bright TV screen to the river of flowing neon lights flickering in a myriad of colors far below, the night's cool breeze brushed gently against him through a slightly open vent. Lawrence allowed his mind to completely relax, letting go of all the hardships and struggles of the past few years. In their place, a surge of bold and

There was a bit of rust on the blade's edge, but it was still far better than the steel pipe he had seen earlier, which was so rusted through it was full of holes.Lawrence spent some time carefully sharpening the dagger on a whetstone he found.He heaved a sigh of satisfaction as he slowly worked the edge back to a serviceable sharpness.The disposable lighter would be crucial for lighting a fire, providing some illumination in the dark, and might even be helpful for cooking if he managed to find any edible animals.The three empty wine bottles could be used to carry water or, in a pinch, act as a crude, smashing weapon. As for the salt? It was an absolute necessity for preserving and flavoring any food he might find.Heck, he even found a well-thumbed hentai manga tucked away in Lucky's room, which he also took. While not ideal, the pages would be far more helpful for wiping one's butt than anything else he was likely to find.No matter how poor Lawrence had once been, he had never,

The giant slug immediately began to thrash around violently, having received such a grievous wound. Because of its wild struggles, the front of Lawrence's body was thoroughly splattered with the corrosive blue juice.An intense, searing heat spread across his skin, making his entire body feel as if it were burning in an oven. The pain was so overwhelming that he lost the strength to even hold onto his dagger. Then, in a powerful convulsion, the slug's body slammed into him, sending him flying through the air until he crashed against a collapsed wall a few meters away.Crap!Lawrence could not even shout out curses anymore. The blue juice was actively corroding the front half of his body, sending waves of excruciating pain through his nerves. He couldn't even force his eyes open anymore, and the impact with the wall had sent a fresh, nauseating agony through his stomach and ribs. The pain was so immense that dying suddenly seemed like a more merciful alternative.The giant slug was ter

There was no doubt that the enticing fragrance emitted from the meatball was a kind of hormone or chemical released by the slug, likely to attract prey or for some other biological function.Lawrence carefully put away the strange meatball into his backpack. He then used the stick to poke around the rest of the slug's innards for a little while longer. After he was convinced he couldn't find anything else of value or interest, he returned to the smaller store, grabbed a few more hardtacks for his journey, and prepared to head back to his apartment.But before he left, he quickly remembered the main reason he had gotten into the fight with the slug in the first place: it was all for that woman. He rushed over to check on the lady who had been struck by the electricity. Upon arriving, he found her body showed no signs of life, her eyes staring blankly at the gray sky, and the only scent she gave off now was the faint, sickly smell of impending decay.Lawrence couldn't help but feel a wa