Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

When John first entered the teahouse, Benjamin addressed him by his first name. 

However, as their conversation continued, his address gradually evolved from calling him "lad" to "John," and eventually even addressed him as "Jonathan."

In the span of a few moments, Benjamin had subtly transformed their relationship, making John seem like a close and familiar younger relative. 

Yet, the transition was so smooth, so natural that it felt as if a spring breeze was gently caressing one's face. 

It was a delicate skill that few possessed.

Benjamin gave John a friendly pat on the shoulder and said, "Alright, we won't keep you here to chat with us two old men over tea any longer. I heard you brought your girlfriend along, and I'm sure she's been waiting impatiently. You go on ahead. Mia and her mother are currently preparing for her birthday party tonight. Once they're ready, I'll have someone notify you."

John nodded, his smile polite. 

After saying his goodbyes to the two old foxes, he left the teahouse.

The moment John closed the door behind him, the warmth on the faces of the two old men vanished as if it had never existed.

Mayor Daniel Roberts drummed his fingers on the table and asked in a low voice, "Taylor, what's your impression of John?"

After giving it some thought, Benjamin answered, "Clearly, he's a young man with high IQ and EQ, and there's not a single flaw in his manners. Setting aside the fact that he saved my daughter's life, even if I were to meet him for the first time as a stranger, my impression of him would be excellent."

"I don't see any sign of the recklessness or frivolity you might expect from someone his age in him. Instead, he seems extremely calm. But there's something odd. I feel like he exudes a kind of aloofness that doesn't fit his age, as if he's always observing the world from the sidelines. When we talked about our concerns for humanity's future, he didn't seem as empathetic."

Daniel Roberts nodded in agreement, saying, "My opinion of him is pretty similar. This young man is either a wicked villain who disregards life and fears nothing or he's a saint. His aloofness seems more like he's seen the ups and downs of life and is confident he can turn things around..."

Their conversation halted, and they shared a smile.

Benjamin poured himself a cup of tea and said leisurely, "No matter how much we speculate here, it's meaningless. Given the attention he's getting from the higher-ups, this young man has an unlimited future ahead of him."

"Anyway, I will absolutely not cross paths with him. Everything I do now is for my precious daughter, hoping that John's future development can protect Mia amidst the turmoil," Benjamin confessed.

Daniel Roberts rubbed his tired eyes, slightly fatigued. 

He had strived for many years, fought his way up the political ladder, and finally became the mayor of the city, a position akin to a high-ranking official. 

Yet, he found his achievements paling in comparison to a young man's gaming success, which stirred some resentment in him.

However, thinking of the call from the capital he received before attending Taylor's party, Daniel Roberts dismissed any negative thoughts. Signs of troubled times...

After exiting the elegantly ancient-looking building, John didn't leave immediately. 

Instead, he stood at the entrance, squinting at the sky. 

The setting sun was painting the sky with hues of fire, brilliant and beautiful.

Thinking about the conversation he just had, a tipsy smile tugged at John's lips. 

It seemed that his subtle actions were still noticeable to those with keen eyes. 

From Mayor Daniel Roberts' words, he realized that he had already caught the attention of the government's top tier. 

Their delay in contacting him was likely due to the apprehension towards his actual capabilities.

But it wasn't of great consequence. 

The secrets in his mind were never meant to be hidden from the world. 

As Benjamin said, the uncertainty ahead was like a powerful current, carrying everyone helplessly forward. 

If he wanted to protect the safety of those close to him, he couldn't always be a one-man show.

With this in mind, John finally relaxed completely, humming a tune as he walked towards the main hall. 

He wondered where Emma had run off to.

Crossing a meticulously manicured garden area and standing by the swimming pool, John stopped a waiter. "Hello, do you know where Nicholas is?"

The waiter replied dutifully, "Nicholas should still be at the entrance welcoming guests."

John shook his head helplessly and continued towards the main hall.

The main hall was gradually filling up with guests, many of them familiar faces who had starred in popular movies and TV shows. 

John looked around at these people with interest.

Unexpectedly, Benjamin had invited top-tier celebrities to his daughter's birthday party. 

But for someone as influential as Benjamin, even the most popular stars couldn't act high and mighty.

The reason why these stars appeared at this party was, in essence, to perform and liven up the atmosphere.

Turning a corner, John finally saw Emma. 

She was enthusiastically chatting with a slender actress, bombarding her with questions.

John approached, hearing Emma's chattering voice, "Mr. Thomas, who do you end up with in the historical drama that's airing now?" 

"I heard the second male lead dies for you in the end, is that true?" 

"What's your next drama going to be about? Will it be historical or modern?"

John rubbed his temples helplessly. 

This girl, was she turning herself into a paparazzi?

The actress named Amelia Thomas looked helpless, but she dared not ignore Emma's questions.

Guests capable of making an appearance at such an extravagant banquet are generally either wealthy or of noble standing.

Who could know that this elegantly dressed, yet innocently faced girl, comes from one of those affluent families?

Amelia could only wrack her brains, attempting to field Emma's incessant inquiries without revealing too much.

Luckily, John's arrival came as a lifeline.

"Johnny, you're here? Weren't you supposed to be discussing important matters with Chairman Benjamin? You finished so quickly?"

Upon seeing John, Emma's face lit up as she eagerly trotted over to loop her arm through his.

John lovingly tweaked Emma's delicate nose, asking her with a smile, "I finished, and couldn't find you anywhere. What were you doing here?"

Emma then dragged John over to Amelia, declaring with a triumphant air, "Look who I've met, a living movie star!"

At this point, Amelia was secretly startled by Emma's words.

The young man standing before her, who appeared to be around her age, was actually qualified to discuss important matters with the chairman of the Taylor Group.

What could be his identity?

Could he possibly be the heir to one of the country's prominent business conglomerates?

Then, Emma's following statement left Amelia feeling both amused and bewildered.

What did she mean by a living movie star?

She was certainly alive and well...

Faced with John's gentle gaze, a flush suddenly crept up Amelia's pretty face.

This man, his smile was just too captivating.

John extended his hand, grinning as he said, "Nice to meet you, movie star, I'm John."

Suppressing the budding feelings within her, Amelia quickly extended her own hand, "Hello Mr. Foster, I'm Amelia."

Their hands met briefly before parting, leaving Amelia to stumble over her words, "I... have some things to attend to on my end, please excuse me."

Having said that, she hurriedly excused herself from the scene.

John turned his puzzled gaze to Emma, asking, "What did you say to Amelia? Why did she look like she had seen a ghost upon seeing me?"

Emma was equally baffled, "I have no idea. We were having a great chat just now. Maybe your charisma was too intimidating, Johnny, and scared her off?"

John was left speechless.

Did Emma misunderstand the term "having a great chat"?

John casually asked, "Since when did you get into being a fan girl?"

Emma, cuddling John's arm, giggled, "I'm not a fan girl, I just enjoy watching dramas and thus pay attention to these movie stars."

"From now on, try to limit your interaction with these so-called stars. The entertainment industry is a messy place, and anyone who gets involved is bound to be tainted."

John reminded Emma in a calm tone.

Unexpectedly, she confidently retorted, "I'm not interested in other stars, but Amelia is different. She's like a breath of fresh air in the industry. She has a formal training background, can dance, and is a good actress."

"Since her debut, she has kept a clean record without any scandals. It's rumored that Amelia has rejected numerous unspoken rules in the industry, which is why she has kept a low profile until her recent rise to stardom with the period drama."

John didn't comment.

Honestly, he didn't believe that the entertainment industry was filled with such virtuous individuals...

...

Meanwhile, Amelia had finally reached the edge of the grand hall before she stopped to catch her breath.

She grabbed a glass of champagne, draining it in one gulp. 

Her delicate hand found its way to her chest, feeling the rapid throb of her heartbeat. 

Amelia rubbed her flushed cheeks, lost in deep thought. 

What was happening to her? 

She'd been in showbiz for years, and she'd seen her fair share of good-looking male actors. 

Many of them had pursued her, but none of them made her heart flutter. 

Why was she having these inexplicable feelings for a man she'd just met?