After dealing with his two greedy, power-hungry relatives, Jason Kin felt absolutely nothing inside. In fact, he was in the mood to celebrate. It wasn't heartlessness—it was simple reality. He was a transmigrator, with no real emotional attachment to the family of the body he now inhabited. And when those so-called "close relatives" had plotted to kill him, their deaths were hardly a tragedy. If anything, he was happier—two fewer threats to worry about.
Just as Jason Kin was about to leave, a sudden sound cut through the room.
Ring, ring, ring.
Edward's phone was vibrating on his body. Jason Kin paused mid-step. Laffey, understanding without a word, picked it up and handed it to him. He accepted the phone and pressed "answer."
"Mr. Phils, your performance was… truly unexpected."
A pleasant female voice flowed through the speaker. Jason Kin's eyes narrowed in suspicion as he listened. It was obvious they were being watched—someone, from somewhere far enough away, had seen everything that had just happened.
"You must be the mysterious one who supplied Edward with the poison, right?" His voice was calm, almost bored, as if she didn't even register as a threat.
"Hoho, so you figured that out too? Impressive. It seems I've underestimated you. You're actually the most calculating member of the Roland family, aren't you?" Her tone was playful, almost amused.
"You're only realizing that now? Don't you think it's a bit late? Tell me—you went to all that trouble to help kill my father. What was the reason?" Jason Kin's voice was curious, but edged with steel.
"Nonono, Mr. Phils, you've got it wrong. You're accusing me unjustly. I never wanted your father dead. That was entirely the doing of your dear uncle and aunt—not me."
"Oh? And how do you explain the poison, then?" Jason Kin sneered.
"The poison was merely a tool. Whether a tool kills or saves—that's decided by the one who wields it. Your relatives used the tool I provided to murder your father. I regret that outcome deeply. In fact, I admired your father very much. I'd invited him to work with us many times, but he always refused—which I found truly unfortunate. Later, your uncle and aunt offered to… 'persuade' him for me. I didn't expect their version of persuasion to mean killing him and taking his place as family head. That was a surprise even to me! It seems that once greed takes hold, no one is above cruelty." Her voice shifted into a chilling, almost gleeful laugh. "Jie… jie… jie…"
Jason Kin's expression grew colder. "You've got quite the gift for pretty speeches. But do you think a few words can wash your hands clean of this? You're far too naïve."
"Hoho, I have no intention of washing my hands of it. The only reason I called was to tell you—you've killed the people who were working for me. So, from now on, you'll be taking their place. You belong to me now."
"You're not just a little naïve," Jason Kin said with a cold laugh. "You're naïve to the point of brainless."
"Hoho… I know persuasion takes effort. But I'm the kind of person who never quits until I get what I want. So don't misunderstand—this isn't a negotiation. This is me informing you. Make sure you're clear on that."
"Oh? Big words. And what if I say no?"
"Saying no… comes with consequences. Your precious housekeeper, Effie, is in my custody right now. One phone call from me, and she's dead. I imagine you wouldn't want that… would you?" Her tone turned silky, dangerous.
"Hoho… you think you can threaten me? And tell me, what makes you so sure you can do it?" Jason Kin's voice was amused, almost pitying, as if she'd just made a fool of herself.
"Oh? So you don't believe me? Then I'll have to give you… a little warning. Phils, you can't imagine the scale of the organization I represent. Becoming one of my people would be the greatest honor of your life. Don't be ignorant enough to challenge me, or I'll make sure you not only lose your woman, but live a life far worse than death."
Hearing that, Jason Kin actually laughed—low, sharp, and furious. "A great organization? Make me wish I was dead? Hahaha… now this is interesting. Woman, do you even know who you're talking to? Believe me—you'll regret this."
The moment the last word left his lips, Jason Kin's figure flickered and vanished, taking Laffey with him. When he reappeared, they stood inside an abandoned factory a few kilometers from the estate. The place was vast and empty, the air heavy with dust. In the middle of the floor sat a chair, and in that chair, bound hand and foot, was a woman. Surrounding her were five armed young men, standing guard.
The bound woman was none other than Effie, the Roland estate's loyal housekeeper. And those guards? Clearly the woman-on-the-phone's lackeys. Jason Kin, being a deity, possessed divine sense—the ability to extend his perception far beyond normal human limits. Even though he was still only a demigod, his divine sense could sweep a radius of ten kilometers. This factory was barely three kilometers away.
Effie had been in his awareness the entire time. That was why he hadn't rushed to "rescue" her earlier. To him, freeing her was child's play. What he hadn't expected was for some arrogant woman to call and threaten him over it. The sheer audacity amused him. Now, he would simply have to demonstrate—and teach her that a god's dignity was not something one could defile.