In the new world, Vili learned from his previous experience and deliberately sealed away part of his soul power so that the world could accept his existence smoothly and prevent any unexpected incidents like the protagonist inexplicably turning evil.

The man before him had called him "Asami Miri," which was not the original owner's name, but rather a name derived from Vili's.

According to the system, this makes the "style consistent".

In order to have more fun, Willie reluctantly compromised.

He searched the entire comic but couldn't find his new name. He had originally wanted to see what his image would look like with this style of drawing.

However, it did mention something about the "Asami family".

This is a small family that is attached to various forces in the world of ghost stories. To put it bluntly, they are like weather vanes, and they have almost no role in the original work.

"Then can I finally have a proper vacation?"

"Even if that's not the case, you've been playing around all along, haven't you, host?"

The system couldn't help but complain, but quickly shut up after seeing Willy's look.

"This comic is actually unrelated to the original mission..."

Before it could finish speaking, the sliding door at the entrance suddenly opened, and then large and small bags of luggage were thrown in.

Willie remained seated, propping his head up with his hand and lazily looking over.

The first to step through the door was a bejeweled noblewoman. Even in the sweltering heat of summer, she was impeccably dressed in a kimono. The deep red fabric was embroidered with intricate cloud patterns in gold thread, and the hem of the garment draped gently. Despite her rapid steps, she remained perfectly composed.

She wore an exquisite updo, but from afar, Vili could only see her pale, almost glowing face and her bright red lips.

"This is what you deserve."

She took out a few bills from her wallet and handed them over without hesitation.

"Madam, this is more than we agreed on, I..."

The lady didn't retract her hand as she handed over the money; instead, she slightly raised her chin and spoke casually.

"Consider the extra amount your tip."

Vili suddenly felt someone beside him. He glanced to the side and saw it was the man who had been lecturing him earlier. Judging from the situation, these two were probably the original owner's parents.

The man—Shinichi Asami—looked as if he had just come out of the bedroom. His kimono was a little disheveled, but he didn't bother to tidy it up. Instead, he frowned as he looked at everything in front of him, his eyes seeming to be suppressing a burning flame.

Vili looked at him like a pufferfish about to explode with anger.

The workers carrying the luggage wiped the dust and sweat from their palms on the side of their trousers and accepted the money with trepidation.

"Thank you for your trust and support. It's a pleasure to serve you. Please choose Meihe Housekeeping again next time!"

He bowed deeply and then left.

After he left, Shinichi Asami quickly walked to the woman's side, about to say something, when he was interrupted by the arrival of yet another person.

Even Vili couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw this man.

He still looked like a teenager, but he had a strange hairstyle: the sides were shaved, and only the top stood up high, like a broom. Not only that, his hair color was also extremely bright, dyed like a traffic light.

He had piercings in his brow bone, the side of his nose, and the corners of his mouth, with various metal studs inserted. His eyes were painted with thick, dark eyeliner, and paired with purplish-black lips, making it impossible to see his face.

Looking down, he was wearing clothes that could only be described as "ragged," with holes everywhere, which looked quite cool, but it was completely out of place with the atmosphere of this house.

"Is this the style of this world? Maybe I should just go to the next world..."

"That's just how this person is!"

The system quickly offered an explanation.

Vili had expected the rigid Asami Shin to reprimand the man, but to his surprise, Asami Shin's eyes suddenly lit up, and even his previous anger vanished, replaced by a somewhat restrained smile.

"Haruki, welcome back."

"ah."

"How was your trip with Mom? Did you have fun?"

The boy called Chunshu seemed indifferent, picking up only his own luggage from the pile on the floor and heading straight back to his room, slamming the door shut with a deafening thud.

He didn't even glance at Vili as he passed by.

Faced with this scene, Shinichi Asami merely raised his eyebrows, as if he wanted to say something, but then held back.

He looked at his wife again.

"Chiyoko, what were you doing just now?"

"What?"

Chiyoko Asami was looking down at her long fingernails when she heard this and looked up in surprise.

"Why did you give that worker so much money just now? Don't you know our family's situation?"

Asami Shinichi's voice rose, and at the same time, deafening rock music came from Haruki's room upstairs, almost knocking the calligraphy "Tranquility Leads to Far-Reaching Vision" off the wall.

"Then what do you want? I didn't marry you to suffer!"

"If you don't have money, go earn it! You have the title of Master Yumi, but you can't even earn a penny. You might as well swallow your pride and go work on a construction site!"

"Chiyoko!"

Shinichi Asami clutched his chest, his breathing rapid, his nostrils flaring slightly.

Chiyoko, however, seemed oblivious, coldly glancing away, only to spot Willie watching the spectacle from the sidelines.

As if remembering something, she walked over, the strong scent of her perfume lingering in Willy's nostrils. He couldn't help but rub his nose and sneeze.

"Unresolved."

She sat opposite him in a seemingly friendly manner, which reminded Vili of the queen in the first world.

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