Maze Fan: I opened a buffet in the maze

Chapter 437 Overwriting

The dust makes it impossible to tell whether this is a dream or an illusion.

Despite her lowly status, her long struggle for survival had made her more pragmatic. She had many fantasies about the 'god' in her heart, but she also knew rationally.

How could a powerful god not leave a trace in the world?

The nameless light, a ray of light without a name... is merely a faint hope for those who are in darkness and have nothing.

However, a light completely different from any before descended! So powerful! So abrupt! So incredible! It was not the ethereal colors I had seen before.

This light was so vast that it covered the entire world! Boundless and immeasurable, it enveloped the heavens!

Reality is deconstructed before the girl. In the ever-changing light, the world seems to be split into different layers, with countless colors of light intersecting in parallel, emitting different brightness, infinite yet unique.

He is so vast! Far exceeding all the girl's knowledge and imagination of gods. How could such a being exist?

Is this truly a deity who favors her?

Dust couldn't believe it. She looked up at the infinitely distant summit amidst the dazzling brilliance, wanting to feel the gaze of God, but there was only emptiness.

There was no warmth in the light, only a sacred coldness, dazzling to the point of being monotonous.

But in her confusion, the girl felt blessed, as if a spotlight had shone on her on a grand stage, making even an insignificant supporting character the focus of attention!

Could it be...? The thought just crossed my mind, and the light that seemed to swallow the heavens surged forth in an instant.

Dust opened its eyes again, its heterochromatic pupils, one red and one green, sparkling like bright gemstones, its dark red hair resembling smoldering coal, and its devilish horns on its forehead radiating an agate-like light.

A complete makeover, like Cinderella putting on glass slippers and becoming a princess—it's a change in temperament.

Fan Wei, who had come closer, was also surprised. He felt that the girl in front of him seemed a little different. "What's wrong, Miss Dust? Are you feeling unwell?"

Fan Wei actually noticed when the dust was feeling lost.

He couldn't read minds, but he could sense the girl's low spirits, so he reached out to touch her dusty forehead to check if her temperature was abnormal.

Snap! Suddenly, a slender hand grabbed her wrist, and Dust raised her eyes, which seemed to be filled with a burning light.

Fan Wei was stunned; there was an expression in the girl's eyes that he couldn't understand.

"I, I'm fine, thank you, Misel..." Coming back to her senses from the shock, Dust suddenly felt embarrassed, letting go of her hand and saying softly with a blush on her face.

Although she felt that she was very different, she had not yet figured out the changes in her body.

"It's alright, that puts my mind at ease."

Seeing that the dust was healthy, Fan Wei breathed a sigh of relief and went back to his work. He was trying to figure out the ratio of water to flour again. What used to be a simple instinct, like breathing, had now become a complex calculation problem.

Watching his focused and careful demeanor, Dust couldn't help but repeat his previous vision in his heart.

'I really hope Misl recovers.'

Wishes flash by like shooting stars, but the scene changes in an instant. In the eyes of the dust, a beam of light seems to have gone through some kind of process, instantly reaching 100%.

A halo appeared from Misser, radiating distorted ripples, before dimming and returning to normal.

Fan Wei, who was pondering the ratio of water to flour, was instantly brought back to his senses, as if someone had poured a glass of ice water into him while he was in a daze.

That sense of control over the kitchen returned, and in a blurry, unconscious motion, my hands kneaded out a perfect dough.

"What..." He couldn't help but stammer, looking at his hands in disbelief, utterly astonished.

His depleted culinary skills have returned?! He had planned to spend an entire day regaining his peak abilities, but in just a few seconds, he regained all of them.

It's a good thing, but it's not scientific, is it?

The head chef looked bewildered, while Dust beside her struggled to suppress her astonishment and elation. Her wish had come true! She truly possessed a powerful and incredible ability!

The essence of this power... She tried to make a wish quietly again.

'I hope Misr will pay more attention to me.'

A fleeting thought awakened a light! Another progress bar flashed by, and a bright and dreamlike light shone on her and Fan Wei, changing something once again.

Fan Wei turned his head and looked at the girl again, as if he remembered something, "Miss Dust, I need to ask you for help!"

Suddenly feeling that he should hurry up and start the activity plan, he smiled and made a request.

"I hope to spread the news of the competition to every corner of the capital. The upper and middle classes can rely on Drain and his team, but the publicity campaign for the lower-class residents will probably require your help."

"Contest?"

Dust and Lorna both wondered why, although they knew Misel had plans to hold an event, he had never told them in detail.

“Yes, that’s right,” Fan Wei smiled leisurely. “Originally, I wanted to do things like before, with the restaurant as the center, and organize activities like tasting delicious food.”

"But upon closer examination, the situation in the Empire is quite different, and the scale of this operation is much larger."

"A single event cannot cover a wide range. A multi-layered, multi-block, and more attractive event is more in line with reality."

"So what kind of competition are you planning to hold?"

Lorna seemed to understand and asked curiously, "Gladiator-style competitions are more in line with the imperial style, right? I heard that the palace's New Year's Eve celebrations are mainly gladiator tournaments."

"The Imperials love to see rivers of blood!"

"Uh..." Fan Wei wasn't particularly interested in the "bloody river" competition, but as long as it was something that could attract people and make the audience happy, "any type of competition is fine."

"We'll only be responsible for providing the prizes and food; the rest of the decisions are up to you!"

Dust and Lorna were confused by this statement. What did it mean to leave the decision to everyone?

“Everyone can propose a project, and then everyone can vote on it.” Fan Wei further explained, his eyes shining like stars. “We will only intervene in the projects to a certain extent, as long as we don’t go too far.”

"Give the power of choice to the residents of the capital."

Wow, what a brilliant plan!

Listening to Misel's description, Dust finally understood his intentions: to give the power of choice to the residents, including lowly mixed-race people like her?

The powerful figures in the capital city never delegate power; they always hold onto their privileges tightly and take from their subordinates at will.

Those big shots are so high and mighty, but according to Fan Wei's account, the action he initiated was not decided by him. However, Chen Hui felt that his actions were more powerful and noble than those big shots!

A tremor ran through the girl's heart, "I, I'll definitely be okay!"

With new skills and Fan Wei's attention, Chen Hui is full of motivation!

“Cough, that sounds pretty stupid~” Luo Na pursed her lips, but did not criticize Fan Wei’s wasteful spending. “I’ll reluctantly help you out, since we’re business partners.”

"Then I won't say thank you~" Fan Wei said happily.

Dust was initially pleased, but seeing Misser interacting so warmly with the woman next to him, she inexplicably became somewhat irritated.

'She's in my way, I really want to kick her out.'

A cold thought surfaced in her mind, and the light that only she could see flashed again. Rona, who had been smiling slyly, suddenly turned pale, staggered, and swayed, barely managing to hold onto the table.

"What's wrong, Miss Rona!" Fan Wei grabbed her and asked anxiously.

"No, it's nothing. I'm just a little dizzy. I probably stayed up all night checking the accounts and got a bit overdrawn..." Rona replied weakly, looking completely exhausted.

What time do you usually go to bed at night? How long has this been going on?

"Around 2 AM, roughly...every day..."

Is this a magician or Superman? Fan Wei sighed speechlessly, "Then you should go back to sleep, Miss Rona. Don't worry about things here, I'll do my best to handle it."

Lorna was still a little worried; she had a lot of projects waiting to be launched!

However, her physical weakness forced her to accept reality. "Strange, I clearly drank a potion to keep my energy up, so why did it stop working?"

Fan Wei's speechlessness deepened. "I'll take you to Eileen's for another checkup!"

And just like that, Rona abruptly withdrew from the rest of the activities. Dust was a little stunned; it was just a fleeting thought that had crossed her mind.

She had no intention of making it happen...

Really...no?

My mind seemed to detach, as if another, deeper voice was mockingly questioning, "Really not? Dust, you've become so powerful, why can't you do it?"

Seeing Rona's weak face, which had become like this because of his one thought, Dust suddenly realized something.

Yes! She's become stronger! She can now control her own destiny!

She's no longer a supporting character; if she wants to, why wouldn't she?!