Chapter 6 - Actually, I Have a Cheat Too

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The Master Above, the Servant Below

 

 

Ge Yan lay stunned for a moment, then suddenly jolted back. But as he moved, he realized something was off—there was no pain, no hint of injury left. Somehow, his internal wounds had healed almost entirely, though not completely, but enough to lift him out of his half-dead state. Stunned, Ge Yan marveled at the magic of this strange world, where one moment he'd been at death's door, and in the next, he was as alive as ever.

 

With his spirits lifted, he glanced over at Rex, who remained calmly expressionless. There was no need to wonder who had healed him—there were only the two of them here. Having such a powerful master watching over him would likely grant him a bit more longevity in this world. The resentment he'd felt at being forced into servitude began to fade.

 

Unbeknownst to him, Rex was watching him with a piercing gaze, his eyes sharp as a radar, scanning every inch of his expression with a hint of intensity, leaving no detail or angle unchecked.

 

When Ge Yan turned to meet Rex's eyes, they averted.

 

"M-Master, thank you for healing me," Ge Yan stammered, the words clumsy on his tongue. In his world, "master" was an absurdity reserved for those with peculiar preferences; the notion of anyone calling another person "master" was foreign—no one's pride would allow it.

 

"I'd rather not find myself serving my own servant," Rex replied, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous gleam, his tone cold and unapologetic.

 

Since he was in a good mood, Ge Yan decided to let it go. He took a look around the room, noting its simplicity. The bed wasn't large; two women might squeeze in, but two men would be stretching it. "So… with just one bed here, where should I sleep?"

 

"Where does a servant sleep?" Rex glanced at him.

 

Ge Yan froze. With just one bed, a servant would obviously sleep on the floor—any three-year-old could tell you that. As they say, the master above, the servant below. But he wasn't really a servant. Watching Rex calmly walk to the bed and lie down as if it was the most natural thing in the world, he swallowed his retort. Fine, he'd sleep on the floor. After all, Rex had healed him; he'd let this slide.

 

It was still daytime, and the room was bright. Ge Yan cast a glance at the seemingly sleeping Rex, then rubbed his stomach, which promptly growled in response. He headed downstairs to ask the innkeeper for some food.

 

Just as he turned to leave, the man on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, his blue gaze, deep as the sea, now filled with a sharp intensity as he watched Ge Yan's retreating figure, a faint glimmer of doubt flashing in his eyes.

 

Soon, Ge Yan returned with the innkeeper's humble offering: a few pieces of bread and a small plate of sweets. There had also been a plate of roasted meat, but given his "recent recovery," and suspecting the meat didn't look very appetizing, he had declined.

 

Rex was still sleeping, so Ge Yan ate alone. He chewed, frowning at the hard bread; every few bites, he'd need a drink of water to choke it down. After downing enough water to feel full, he gave a soft burp, finally understanding why the inn was so empty. The food alone would drive anyone away; he wouldn't come back even if they offered it for free. Now full, he felt drowsy.

 

Surveying the sparse room, his gaze fell on the blanket Rex had tossed aside. Since his master had no use for it, using it as a makeshift bed on the floor should be acceptable, right?

 

Quietly, Ge Yan crept over to the bedside, studying Rex's serene face. There was no denying it—this man's features seemed divinely crafted, blessed by the heavens. Asleep, his handsome face lost its fierceness, and the harsh lines softened, as though the gods had carefully molded every angle. It was exactly the face Ge Yan would have wished for himself.

 

Instinctively, Ge Yan touched his own face. Now that he thought about it, he hadn't actually seen what he looked like in this world yet. Hopefully, it wasn't too bad. Women aren't the only ones who care about beauty; men also like to look good.

 

After admiring the god's handiwork, Ge Yan circled to the foot of the bed. Kneeling on one knee, he stretched his neck and arm to grab the blanket on the inner side, finally managing to pull it out without waking Rex. What he didn't realize was that, as he turned, Rex relaxed his hand, five fingers loosening their grip; Ge Yan had nearly flirted with death without even knowing it. Wrapping himself in the blanket, Ge Yan promptly fell into a deep sleep on the floor.

 

***

 

As night fell, Tris Town, bustling by day, sank into a quiet slumber.

 

In the dimly lit inn, a faint creaking of wood sounded—footsteps echoed from the far end of the hallway. The faint moonlight through the window cast two shadows moving stealthily, halting just outside a room.

 

"Are you sure it's this one?"

 

"It has to be. They're the only guests here tonight."

 

"Then what are we waiting for? Get the stuff."

 

On cue, one of them pulled a slender tube from his sleeve. Hollow, with a hidden mechanism, it held a powerful sedative. Just a few drops would knock out even the strongest mercenary. It was a pricey tool, meant for missions like this where failure was not an option.

 

In the bed, Rex's eyes suddenly opened.

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