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

Chapter 153 Chapter 152-John's Unexpected Discovery（2nd update, Cheer me with Power Stones!）

Seeing Amelia down her drink, a strange light flickered in Christopher's eyes.

"Christopher, I have some friends I need to mingle with. I'll be excusing myself now..." Amelia said coldly, before walking away into the crowd.

A peculiar smile crossed Christopher's face as he courteously stepped aside.

Unfortunately, Amelia couldn't spot John anywhere.

Disappointed, she had no choice but to return to her circle of celebrity friends.

Meanwhile, John had led Emma to the backyard.

He was dragged here by Mia. For some reason, this little girl didn't play with her peers and instead pulled John around, insisting he tell her about the game Godslayer.

"Mom said I can play video games when I'm older," Mia chirped sweetly, her voice childlike and adorable.

"I've seen so many posts about Godslayer online, everyone says it's super fun. Is it true?"

John smiled wryly, responding helplessly, "Mia, if your mom said you can play games when you're older, why are you asking me about them now?" He added, "Besides, what you can find online is about all I can tell you, I don't know anything else."

Pouting, Mia replied, looking annoyed, "Big brother, you're lying. I overheard Dad saying that you're the top player in Godslayer. No one knows the game better than you. Tell me, is it really that fun?"

John was left speechless.

This little lass was quite eccentric, a girl of seven or eight years old showing such interest in a video game.

Shouldn't she be more interested in Barbie dolls and pretending to be a princess at this age?

While John was considering how to handle Mia, his ear twitched and his eyes darted to a shadow behind him.

"Darklord, when will that drug you gave me take effect? I need to know so I can plan my moves and not get beaten by others."

The dark shadows couldn't hide anything from John's keen sight.

He clearly saw a thin man with a pale complexion hiding in the darkness, speaking softly into his phone.

John was about to look away, not wanting to pry into others' privacy.

The man's words didn't sound like anything good, but John wasn't too interested.

However, the voice on the other end of the phone made him freeze.

"My brother tested it himself, it only takes an hour for the drug to fully kick in. By then, the woman will be completely at your mercy..."

The voice sounded eerily familiar, carrying an inherent sinister undertone.

It was Darklord, John's old nemesis.

John chuckled to himself, what a small world.

He hadn't expected to encounter a friend of Darklord's at the Taylor Group's birthday party.

Thinking he was safely hidden in the shadows, far away from everyone, Christopher assumed his conversation was completely confidential.

Little did he know, someone was able to pick up his conversation from a hundred meters away.

"Perfect," Christopher said excitedly. "In an hour, the party should be wrapping up. Tonight, I'll show that bitch Amelia that she can't escape from me, she's still too green."

John's brows furrowed slightly.

Judging from Christopher's words, it seemed like he was planning something despicable against Amelia.

As expected, birds of a feather flock together.

A friend of Darklord's wasn't likely to be any good. Seeing Christopher about to put his phone away and leave, John turned to Emma, who was playfully teasing Mia.

"So, having a good time?" he asked.

Emma had been drinking quite a bit during the party and was already a bit tipsy.

Her pretty face was flushed, and she was slightly unsteady on her feet.

At John's question, she smiled radiantly, "I'm having a blast! As long as I'm with you, Johnny, I'm happy doing anything…"

John helped Emma, chuckling, "Look at you, getting drunk like this. Never drink with strangers outside with your alcohol tolerance."

Emma, with a silly smile on her face, clung onto John's neck, and murmured, "I do feel dizzy... I really want to sleep..."

Seeing Emma suddenly acting so boldly, John couldn't help but shake his head. This girl had clearly had too much to drink.

Beside them, Mia, a mischievous girl, pretended to cover her eyes while curiously peeking through her fingers at John and Emma.

"I'll take Emma for a rest. You go find your parents," John suggested.

Just as he finished speaking, Mia's mother approached.

The attractive woman gave John an apologetic smile and gently chastised Mia, "Stop bothering your brother John. Come here now."

John replied calmly, "It's okay. It's not a bother. Mia is just curious about me..."

Mia's mother gave a slight nod, glancing at the unconscious Emma in John's arms, "Your girlfriend had too much to drink. We've prepared a room upstairs for you two to rest. Shall I have a servant lead you there?"

John naturally accepted the kind offer.

Under the guidance of Mia's mother, a servant came over and led John and Emma to the third floor of the mansion.

Clearly, the Taylors had anticipated the need for guest accommodation during the birthday celebration.

Graceful Waters Manor was quite far from the city, and not all guests would be able to return home.

They had prepared numerous rooms on the third floor for any guests who needed to stay overnight.

The servant opened a door and handed the key to John, "Sir, this room has just been cleaned today. The sheets and quilts are freshly changed, and this is the only key. You both can rest assured."

Holding the drowsy Emma, John chuckled and nodded.

The servant bowed slightly and then retreated.

John took a quick look around.

The room was elaborately furnished and had a private bathroom.

It appeared that the other rooms would be similar.

The Taylors, with their vast wealth, had even luxurious guest rooms prepared for their visitors.

John helped Emma onto the bed and covered her with the quilt.

She was already deep asleep.

Smelling the fresh scent of the sheets, John nodded in satisfaction. The sheets and quilts were indeed new, as the servant had said...

After confirming that Emma was sound asleep, John sat by the bed pondering for a moment before rising and stepping outside.

After closing the door, John returned to the main hall.

His gaze swept across the room and landed on the young man who had been making the phone call in the shadows earlier.

He was now sitting in a corner.

Christopher was staring intently at Amelia, waiting patiently for the drug to take effect.

He did not notice a man observing him from the staircase between the second and first floors.

After waiting for a long time, seeing Amelia's steps were slightly wobbly, Christopher was instantly invigorated.

He knew the drug was finally beginning to work...

Christopher quickly stood up and approached Amelia.

"Amelia, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" He feigned concern, and made a show of extending his arm to support Amelia's shoulder.

Amelia tried to stand up straight, but her head was fuzzy, and she saw double.

Instinctively, she wanted to move away from Christopher, but after taking a step, her vision blacked out, and she lost consciousness.

Christopher caught her shoulder in stride and gently said, "It seems you really drank too much, let me take you to rest."

He supported Amelia, turned around to hail a servant, and asked where he could stay for the night.

The servant didn't suspect anything and led the way.

A few familiar star friends of Amelia, seeing this scene, were about to step forward to inquire about the situation, but were dissuaded by a look from Christopher.

They sighed inwardly, realizing that Amelia was in a sticky situation tonight...

No female star has ever escaped unscathed from Christopher's clutches...

Supporting Amelia, he moved through the crowd and ascended the stairs under the servant's guidance.

Others who saw this thought Christopher was a lucky man, winning a beauty so effortlessly.

Some tycoons, who fancied Amelia, were inwardly beating their chests in regret.

They wished they were in Christopher's place.

They couldn't imagine that Christopher would resort to such a lowly trick like a date rape drug.

They assumed Amelia was pretending to be drunk to curry favor with Ocean Entertainment, the bigwig in the entertainment industry.

John stood on the stairs, his eyes cold, watching as Christopher and Amelia walked past.

Christopher didn't notice John's gaze; he was entirely obsessed with his lustful thoughts and couldn't wait to dominate Amelia.

If it wasn't for his impatience, he wouldn't have chosen to act in the Taylor mansion.

Christopher had ordered his subordinates to prepare a car beforehand, intending to take Amelia back to his apartment in the city.

But now, he couldn't wait a second longer.