Chapter 262: Chapter-262

She looked around carefully, scanning for any hidden observers or dangers.

Her senses were quite formidable after multiple worlds of survival training, and she could detect presences even when they were trying to hide.

Plus, the System was actively scanning the area.

“Anyone nearby?” she asked quietly.

“Completely clear, Host,” the System confirmed. “Not even guards in the adjacent courtyard. You’re alone.”

Satisfied, Heena walked over to the large desk, sat down in the Master’s expensive chair, and put her feet up on the desk comfortably.

She handed the feather duster to the System and said cheerfully, “Now, start dusting.”

Hearing that command, the System looked at her incredulously and said, “Host, why do I need to do the dusting?! I’m a System, not a cleaning servant!”

Heena looked at him with an innocent smile and said, “Well, because I’ve been doing physical labor since 3 AM this morning. I deserve a rest break.”

She stretched luxuriously in the comfortable chair.

“And besides, if it weren’t for you choosing this idiotic novel world for me, I wouldn’t be here scrubbing floors and carrying water in the first place.”

She sighed dramatically.

“But seriously, System, why the hell did you even need to call a Black Lotus transmigrator for this world? I think literally any mediocre White Lotus agent could handle this mission. It’s not that complicated.”

Hearing that complaint, the System looked defensive and said, “Host, please maintain a respectful tone when discussing official assignments!”

Heena looked at him with an eye roll and said, “Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

This time the System’s defensiveness faded into genuine confusion, and he said seriously, “Host, honestly, I’m also confused about this assignment. This world was given to us by the Head System administrator, and frankly, this world doesn’t seem particularly troublesome to me either.”

He floated over to start reluctantly dusting the bookshelves.

“Like you said, just send one competent White Lotus agent here and the mission would be finished easily. So why send a high-ranked Black Lotus like you?”

Hearing that genuine question, Heena looked at him thoughtfully and said, “You know what? You’re absolutely right. Even just one White Lotus agent could clean up this world’s problems without breaking a sweat.”

This time the System looked at her curiously and said, “Host, I’ve noticed you seem to know a lot about White Lotus agents and their methods. You reference them often. Were you trained alongside them?”

Hearing that observation, Heena’s expression became completely serious—more serious than the System had seen in a long time.

She said slowly, “System, even if someday you’re no longer my assigned System, even if one day you become the System for a random NPC, I’m telling you this as genuine advice: never, EVER become the System for a Green Tea Bitch or a White Lotus agent.”

She looked him directly in his digital eyes.

“Believe me. If you do, you will become so corrupted, so twisted in your thinking and processing, that not even a complete memory wipe and factory reset would save you. You’d be corrupted at a fundamental code level.”

Hearing that ominous warning, the System looked genuinely shocked and said, “Huh?! Really?! There are agents more corrupted and scary than you, Host?!”

Heena looked at him flatly and said, “Yeah, continue making comments like that and I’ll delete you myself.”

Hearing that threat, the System quickly backtracked: “I mean—Host, there’s really someone who is much BETTER at manipulation and scheming than you? More skilled?”

Heena looked at him and said, “What do you think I am, some kind of top-ranked perfect agent? Of course there are people more skilled than me in specific areas.”

She leaned back in the chair.

“Actually, there’s a particular problem—though it’s also a good thing in a way. The problem is that the person I’m thinking of is so incredibly formidable, so terrifyingly good at manipulation, that even I don’t dare to cross paths with them. They’re genuinely irritating to deal with.”

She smiled slightly.

“But the good thing is that person is currently assigned to a BL novel world, so I’m perfectly safe from ever encountering them. I’m completely fine as long as they stay there.”

Hearing that, the System paused in his dusting and asked in shock, “Wait—you mean both the Green Tea Bitch AND the White Lotus you’re referring to are both in BL worlds? Both of them?”

Heena smiled and said, “Of course they’re both there. That’s exactly why I’m so calm about this mission, you idiot. If either of those two came to THIS world—”

She shuddered dramatically.

“—God, I would just abandon the mission immediately. I would leave without even caring about the completion bonus or the penalty fees. Those two people are THAT irritating and dangerous to work around.”

She looked at the System very seriously.

“Remember this, System: if you ever encounter agents working in worlds with those two people, stay far away. Keep your distance. Because if you cross them or get caught in their schemes, literally no one will even know how you died or where your deleted code fragments ended up.”

The System looked genuinely frightened now. “Host, you’re scaring me. Who ARE these people?”

Heena waved her hand dismissively. “Names don’t matter. Just remember: if you ever get reassigned to a BL world and you sense someone who seems TOO good at manipulation, TOO perfect at reading people, TOO successful at every scheme they attempt—run. Just run and request an immediate transfer.”

She stood up from the chair and started actually doing some of the cleaning work, since she couldn’t sit around all day.

“Now stop asking scary questions and help me clean this disgusting study before someone comes to check on my progress.”

The System nodded and went back to dusting, but he kept glancing at Heena nervously.

’If there are agents that even scare my Host—who is already so ruthless and calculating—then I really, REALLY hope I never meet them…’

Heena didn’t just rest; she treated the Master’s mahogany chair like a five-star resort. She had barely drifted into a light doze—maybe ten minutes of blissful darkness—when her internal alarm, sharpened by years of surviving hostile worlds, spiked.

*Someone was coming.*

“Host! Someone’s coming! Get up!” the System hissed, vibrating with anxiety.

Heena didn’t panic. With the fluid grace of a professional, she was on her feet. By the time the heavy oak door creaked open, the “slacking” Heena had vanished. In her place was a diligent, humble servant, back turned to the door, meticulously organizing the drawers and smoothing the silk duvet on the Master’s resting cot with practiced precision.

The Old Master entered, mid-sentence as he spoke to a trailing attendant, but his voice trailed off as his eyes locked onto Heena.

He approached her, his gaze uncomfortably oily as it slid over her form. Heena felt a wave of pure revulsion. Up close, the smell was even worse—a cloying mix of decay and cheap musk. She was exhausted, sleep-deprived since 3 AM, and her patience was thinner than the dusting cloths she held.

*I can’t kill him yet,* she thought grimly. *But who says he has to stay in one piece?*

The system on side literally lit a candle in his mind for the old man.

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