I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 629 - 629 628. Foot-treaded grape wine_1

Chapter 629: 628. Foot-treaded grape wine_1 Chapter 629: 628. Foot-treaded grape wine_1 Aima realized she was at the center of a banquet.

She forgot which banquet it was, but it did not matter, as Aima had attended many banquets, and this was just another one.

Sitting on a chair with a glass of red wine in hand, Aima took a sip of the fragrant liquid and watched the dancing banquet guests, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

From a young age, Aima had been educated in affluence. Her father, Bronning, had inherited a part of the family business, and even before Aima was born, Bronning was already quite wealthy. Aima grew up with a silver spoon in her mouth, never knowing what poverty was.

In fact, in Abandoned Capital, it wasn’t difficult for the wealthy to make money. As long as one had some savings, wealth could generate wealth. For example, Bronning owned some properties, which he typically rented out to earn income, and when the properties appreciated, he could sell them. Some speculators specifically sought money from the wealthy or took out loans, buying properties to pay the interest with rent, or selling the properties after they appreciated in value to repay the debt, essentially getting something for nothing.

But Aima, she didn’t need to worry about such things; all she had to do was to entrust her money to reliable people, who would naturally make use of her funds to earn more money.

Aima had never considered what it would be like to fall into poverty.

She looked at the men in suits, selecting the companion she would spend the evening with.

“This one’s height isn’t bad, but I really dislike the beard. Why do men always fancy a scruffy beard and think it’s a sign of maturity?”

“This one looks good, just what I prefer, but isn’t he a bit too short? How can he be so confident?”

“This man’s physique and appearance are nice, but his drunken demeanor is hardly commendable. Can’t he be a little more elegant?”

“This one looks fine, and it’s been quite a while since I’ve experienced a young man of his age. I hope he can leave me with a good impression.”

Thinking this, Aima stood up and approached the target she had chosen.

He was a young man in his early twenties, tall and not frail, handsome, and since a while ago, he had been very restrained, not like many guests at banquets who would boast and show off their opinions with the encouragement of alcohol.

“On such a lovely night, why are you drinking alone?” Aima asked.

The young man looked solemnly into his glass of red wine, not paying any attention to Aima initially.

Just when Aima thought it a bit strange and was about to remind the man of her presence, he exclaimed.

“I’ve discovered something.”

He said.

“What have you discovered?” Aima inquired. She followed his gaze into the glass, but there was only red wine.

“It is said that good wines need to be trodden on by the soft feet of young girls. This red wine has excellent coloration; it must have been made by a beautiful woman’s treading.”

The young man looked at the red liquid in the glass and spoke earnestly.

“What?” Aima didn’t quite understand why he was saying such things at this moment.

And wine trodden by feet, just the thought of it was disgusting!

She glanced at her half-finished glass of wine, feeling an urge to vomit.

“Turning the idea around, for female customers, couldn’t we design a wine trodden by handsome young men, creating a grape wine tailored for women?”

The young man then looked towards Aima.

“Huh?” Aima was completely bewildered.

Just then, Aima felt that the young man in front of her looked familiar.

She saw the young man smile toward her and suddenly, his mouth opened wide.

The man’s mouth expanded to its limits and continued to grow larger. Aima watched as the corners of his mouth were torn open, blood splattering out, and in an instant, a dark shadow of a gaping maw enveloped her.

She remained unmoving as a foul stench and the smell of blood hit her face, extinguishing even the last bit of desire to escape.

In moments of extreme fear, not even a scream can be uttered.

Aima watched in horror as, behind that gaping blood-filled mouth, the formally dressed guests at the banquet suddenly ripped open their clothes, turned into monsters, and began slaughtering and devouring each other amidst a blur of flesh and blood. She saw herself being engulfed by that abyssal mouth and, accompanied by intense pain, Aima awoke.

“It was a dream…”

Aima gasped for breath, sweat causing her hair to cling to her cheeks, and she then remembered that the man who had been talking about stepping in red wine was Lu Ban!!!

This man, impolite during the day and now even causing her nightmares at night!

Still immersed in the aftermath of the dream, Aima suddenly felt some words echoing in her ear, words that seemed to be her own, echoing and barely there, resonating in her mind.

“Their target is the inheritance, they want to take away what belongs to you!”

“They will leave you with nothing, all your current wealth will be taken away, and you’ll be thrown into a filthy sewer to feed the dogs!”

“That detective, all his actions are deceiving you, he is the most evil one, he wants to use all of you as sacrifices!”

“There are already dead, and they are still indifferent; it’s all his doing, you are the next target!”

“Resist, you must resist, you cannot just sit and wait for death, take up a weapon, and before they kill you, kill them first!!!”

At first, Aima thought this might be confusion stemming from the nightmare, but as the words repeated over and over, they became like Aima’s own will, and she increasingly believed they represented her thoughts. She found an exquisite lady’s revolver in the drawer, checked the ammunition, and prepared to go out and kill those coveting her inheritance.

As soon as she opened the door, Aima saw the maid standing at the doorway.

“Miss Aima…”

The maid, seeing the revolver in Aima’s hand, immediately paled, terrified. She tried to speak to stop her, but her body didn’t move.

At that moment, the same sort of illusory, overlapping whispers began to arise in the maid’s ears as well.

“She wants to kill you, these shameless rich people, they not only want to exploit your labor but also take your life, they should not have such power!”

“Do you remember your mother back home? You cannot die here; this foolish woman doesn’t deserve to control so much wealth. Kill them all, and you can take all the inheritance and flee far away!”

“She’s about to shoot, are you just going to wait here for death? Don’t you even have the courage to fight back?”

With the murmuring in her ears, the maid felt herself filled with strength, and she took a step forward, standing in front of Aima.

“Get out of my way!”

Aima yelled, her volume startling even herself, but soon, through the “inner voice” at her ear, Aima understood everything.

“You too want to take my wealth?”

Her eyes were bloodshot.

The sound of a gunshot rang out within Storm Villa.

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I was called downstairs for a COVID test, the second update will come later.