A Cultivator in the World Dominated By Awakeners

Back inside the villa, it didn't take long before a chef came to inform them that lunch was ready.

Although Oliver and Ivy had already eaten at the university cafeteria, they had no problem eating again.

As it turned out, this villa had five chefs preparing luxurious dishes.

When they arrived in the dining room, Oliver saw that the large dining table was filled with all kinds of food.

Even a luxury restaurant or hotel might struggle to provide such a lavish spread for a single guest.

They even served aged wines with indescribably rich flavors.

However, Oliver couldn't fully enjoy the meal because Edward kept trying to talk to him.

Fortunately, the man at least gave him five bottles to take home.

In the end, he and Ivy left with a card Rebecca had given them—mostly because Edward insisted they take it.

They were flown back to the city in the same helicopter, with the same pilot as before.

Edward and Rebecca watched them leave from the backyard until the helicopter was out of sight.

"Edward, did you intentionally not tell me from the start that you brought home a Cultivator and a talented Awakener? I was fooled because lately you've been spending time with so many country folk that I assumed you brought home another one of them," Rebecca said, sounding annoyed.

Edward grew awkward as she suddenly began interrogating him.

"How could I have known? Besides, I didn't think I needed to tell anyone first. I was just bringing a playmate home," he replied.

"You know my personality. Don't tell me you didn't realize it would cause misunderstandings." Rebecca's eyes sharpened.

"My guess is you did it on purpose so that Oliver and Ivy could see my true nature first."

Edward: "..."

Rebecca was clearly suspicious, and Edward wasn't the type who could easily hide his expressions.

The more awkward he looked, the more convinced Rebecca became of her suspicion.

"You're such a great friend to them," Rebecca said sarcastically.

"Rebecca, you know, in life, we need honesty too. Oliver and Ivy don't need it spelled out—they'll see through your facade soon enough," Edward replied.

"So you're saying I'm not honest?"

"..."

Unlike them, Oliver and Ivy weren't discussing Edward or Rebecca at all.

Oliver held the card Rebecca had given him, examining it closely. For a card, it was the most premium item he'd ever held, and naturally, its function was equally high-end. With that card, he could enjoy access to all types of services under the Rothschild Family—practically one of the world's economic powerhouses.

He probably didn't even need to look up their business list. If he walked into any luxury hotel or restaurant at random and handed over the card, he was confident it would be accepted. Among major corporations, it was harder to find one not connected to the family. At the very least, they owned partial shares, even if managed by others.

Ivy looked lost in thought too, though Oliver wasn't sure what she was thinking about.

The trip back to the city didn't take long by helicopter.

Oliver asked the pilot to drop them off in a wide open field.

Once they got off the helicopter, he pulled Ivy's car out again from his Observation Ring.

They got into the car, and he took the driver's seat.

"Babe, I'm heading home now," Oliver said to Ivy.

He wasn't interested in doing anything else—he just wanted to go to his room and meditate, to observe the void in the black serpent's scales again, which he believed still held value for him.

Ivy, who was looking at her phone, nodded when she heard that. Then she set her phone down and turned to him.

"Can we sleep together again tonight?" she asked.

Oliver nearly choked when he heard that, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

After experiencing it once, Ivy seemed to want more. But at their age, it was more comfortable to sleep with your partner.

"If you can't leave your house, I can come over to yours," Ivy added.

"Alright, alright—but I'll come to your apartment!" Oliver nodded after hearing that.

Hearing his answer, Ivy looked delighted.

She even leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"No need to pick me up—I've got a car I left at home," Oliver added.

"Did you buy it?" Ivy asked.

"I took it from my master's garage," Oliver replied, surprising Ivy.

"Is that okay?"

"Don't worry, my master told me to take it."

Before heading home, Oliver stopped by a luxury restaurant to buy some food to go.

When he showed Rebecca's card, he was allowed to take everything he ordered without paying.

Even the manager and all the waiters looked at him in awe.

But when he arrived home, he couldn't help but be surprised to see a luxurious black Mercedes parked next to his car—something that had never happened before.

They rarely had visitors. At most, it would be Alex's parents, since they were the only relatives living in Manchester.

However, they didn't own a car like that—one that was clearly too extravagant even for their well-off family, who ran a reputable auto repair shop.

The front door was slightly ajar. That was a clear sign someone was inside.

He grew curious about who it could be. When he opened the door, he did so with caution.

Then he was hit by the strong scent of perfume.

"Well, what do you think? If you like it, I'll leave this bottle here..." A woman's voice echoed—one that wasn't his mother's.

"Thank you, Mrs. Everly..." His younger sister's cheerful voice followed.

Oliver gave a puzzled look upon hearing that.

When he fully opened the front door, he saw his mother and younger sister sitting side by side. Across from them sat a woman about his mother's age, but she looked just as youthful and vibrant.

She was as beautiful as his mother, glamorous even—with reddish-brown wavy hair, a tall figure, and alluring curves.

She wore a tight blue dress with a slit that didn't cover her legs at all.

'Miya Everly,' Oliver thought.

He recognized the woman. She was a well-known veteran singer.

But how could she have shown up at his house? Was she a friend of his mother's?

All three women turned to look at him simultaneously.

His mother then waved at him.

"Oliver, come here," she said.

Oliver walked over, eyeing Miya Everly with curiosity.

The woman also looked him up and down, smiling faintly, as if examining him.

"Miya, this is my son, Oliver," Sofia said.

"What a surprise. The last time I saw your son, he was barely up to my thigh—and now he's grown into such a handsome young man," the woman said. Her voice sounded absolutely delightful—no surprise, since she was known for having one of the best voices.

Oliver rolled his eyes at her comment, feeling weird about being called handsome by a famous singer—even if she was his mother's age.