The absolute silence inside the meditation chamber of the Cloud-Mist Pavilion felt heavy and peaceful. The massive, world-changing notifications of the ultimate main quest slowly faded into the hidden archives of the Fated Villain System. Tony Clark sat cross-legged on his luxurious jade-carved bed, his dark hunting cloak draped loosely over his shoulders.
He didn't rush to open the system shop, nor did he frantically try to force an immediate high-tier pill breakthrough. His previous life as a supreme master had taught him a ruthless, unyielding truth: a house built on a shaky foundation would always collapse under a heavy storm.
