Traveling through the game world, starting out as a third-rate villain

＜Saturday afternoon＞

In the luxurious hall where the Black family banquet was about to be held, a large group of staff gathered.

The hall was filled with chatter and nervous whispers. They were about to be inspected and assigned their roles in this grand event.

The chief butler stood in front of the crowd. He was tall and burly, exuding a majestic aura. His monocle gleamed, and a white beard hung from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were cold and arrogant as he looked down at the crowd gathered here.

Although everyone here was carefully selected from well-known institutions in the industry, he was still extremely proud of being the butler of one of the most powerful families in the world.

“Ahem!”

He cleared his throat and the noise died down.

"Everyone, listen up," the head butler said, his voice firm and authoritative. "This is an important occasion for the Black family. Your behavior must be impeccable. Any lapses in service and etiquette will not be tolerated."

His words sounded somewhat mild, but his eyes and the expressions of the guards around him clearly showed the consequences. The so-called "will not be tolerated" means the end of someone's life.

“This is too nerve-wracking,” one staffer whispered to a colleague. “Hopefully I don’t screw it up.”

"Me too," the colleague replied, fiddling with the edge of his apron nervously. "I heard the Black family is particularly cruel to any mistakes."

Amid the whispers, the butler glanced sternly at the assembled staff, emphasizing the seriousness of his words. "First, we will conduct an inspection of the space storing magical instruments. Hand over any such items immediately for inspection. Any unauthorized items found will be dealt with according to the law."

Although storage devices are somewhat expensive, the workers here can afford the lowest-grade items, and the convenience they provide makes them worth the money. However, even the smallest storage device may contain dangerous tools, which the big guys always need to guard against.

The staff exchanged nervous glances and began to remove their spatial storage instruments and place them on the designated examination tables.

Nearby, another staff member stared nervously at the inspection table. "Hopefully they won't find any problems with my spatial storage device."

"They're very strict about these things," another staff member replied, with concern written all over his face.

As the staff lined up and their space-storage instruments were checked one by one, the chief butler's eyes never left them.

"After the inspection, you will be assigned your respective tasks. Serving, guiding guests, and maintaining etiquette on site are your main responsibilities. Make sure you complete these tasks in the best condition." The chief butler continued.

As the inspection progressed, the halls were filled with tension as the staff waited for their assignments. This moment had the potential to change their lives, and it was something they didn't want to mess up.

After all, whenever there are so many people gathered, there are always some people who stand out.

Next to the inspection table, a stern inspector was carefully checking the magic tools. "You, is this all you have?" His eyes fell on a young man with no obvious features.

He had black hair, brown eyes, and a slightly thin figure. His clothes were clean and neat, ironed meticulously, and there was nothing to complain about.

The young man hesitated, then nodded nervously. "Yes... yes, sir. Just a small magical device for carrying things."

The inspector was someone who often dealt with such matters, and he knew that many people who thought they were smart would bring another space artifact to steal things from the banquet hall. After all, even the smallest decorations here could be sold for a good price.

The inspector didn't seem convinced. He narrowed his eyes, his suspicion deepening. "Your ID."

The young man fumbled to get his ID card out of his pocket and handed it over. The inspector checked it carefully, then looked up at the nervous young man in front of him.

"Leonard Blackwood...waiter. Hmm," the inspector whispered, eyeing Leonard suspiciously. "Don't think you can steal just because you're a waiter."

It's not that the inspector is prejudiced against the young man. He is actually using Leonard to set an example for everyone here and to demonstrate his authority to everyone present.

The monocle on his left eye was a magical instrument that analyzed the young man's facial features and displayed his name, checking whether the person's identity was consistent with the information in the database.

'match.'

Although he has confirmed the youngster's message, he still needs to get on with his show.

He looked unconvinced, and motioned to the guards nearby. "Search him thoroughly. We can't have any thefts at this party."

Two guards approached Leonard and began to conduct a detailed search. They held a small magic weapon in their hands and used it to scan Leonard's entire body.

bite!

"Nothing, sir."

The guard said as he looked at the small stick-like instrument in his hand. For some reason, the inspector's eyes stayed on the bracelet on his wrist.

"What is this bracelet?"

Since bracelets are usually space artifacts, this is a normal question. But he felt that this bracelet was not ordinary, its black appearance and silver decoration gave it a unique look.

"Ah... this... is nothing, just a family heirloom." The young man replied, his tone a little low at the end. He looked a little nostalgic, and a smile appeared on his face.

At the mention of the family heirloom, the inspector's eyes flashed with sympathy. Sometimes, even the strongest people have a soft side when it comes to family. "Family heirloom?" he asked, his tone less stern.

Leonard nodded, his eyes falling on the bracelet. "Yes, sir. This was given to me by my mother before she...died." His voice trembled slightly, and there was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

The guards, sensing the weight of the emotion, looked at each other and then at the inspector. They all knew that sometimes these searches could become very personal and sensitive.

'What a sunny young man.'

He thought of himself when he was young, and recalled how he felt at that time. A trace of sympathy welled up in his heart. Since the bracelet did not trigger the warning to search for magical instruments, he knew he did not need to be too vigilant.

The inspector took a moment to assess the situation. He was strict about safety, but he also had a compassionate side. "I understand the sentimental value of family heirlooms," he said, softening his tone at the end. "It looks like you're fine. Continue your work, Mr. Blackwood."

Leonard's face was filled with relief, and he nodded gratefully. "Thank you, sir. I appreciate your understanding."

As Leonard left, the inspector couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic. Sometimes, performing security duties meant finding a balance between rules and compassion. He continued his inspection, his eyes softening a little, understanding that even a small object could carry a lot of emotion.

However, no one noticed the fleeting change in expression on the young man's face as he left.

......

As night fell, the Black family's luxurious banquet hall was brightly lit and filled with an atmosphere of luxury.

Chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting flickering light that illuminated the entire hall. The air was filled with the scent of flowers and anticipation for this grand event.

There were only busy staff and guests communicating in the hall.

Guests began to arrive, dressed in their finest gowns.

Reginald, the chief butler, stood at the entrance, exuding calmness and elegance. Whenever a guest approached, he would greet them with a warm smile.

"Good evening, sir or madam," he would say, extending his hand in a warm welcome. "We are honored to have you here tonight. You are a real asset to this gathering."

"Thanks."

"Can I see your invitation?"

Even in the original governance world, the same process was in place. If someone was not a well-known figure in high-level social circles, they needed to show an invitation. It was a display of authority and recognition.

"Good evening, Lord Harrington. Your presence makes our banquet even more grand," Reginald greeted a distinguished guest and shook his hand.

"Hello, Reginald. It's my pleasure," Lord Harrington responded gracefully.

People like Lord Harrington have long been known to the Black family's chief butler, which is also a class gap.

Even these small actions actually send a message to bystanders.

In this way, guests were welcomed one by one, either being recognized directly or having their identity checked while receiving polite greetings.

They came from different backgrounds, including members of noble families and respected celebrities, and they were all invited to the Black family banquet.

boom!

At this moment, the grand door of the banquet hall opened, and a group of prominent figures walked in, attracting everyone's attention...