Quick Transmigration: A Super-Effective Novel Within a Super-Effective Novel

The wooden planks crashed to the ground, revealing several textiles hidden behind them, as well as the entrance to a tunnel.

Lin Zhao casually picked up a few textiles. The textiles were all very well woven and embroidered with exquisite patterns. Apart from being a little old, there was nothing wrong with them.

Lin Zhao sneered, "When did the old textiles in my warehouse end up in your possession, my dear daughter?"

As he spoke, Lin Zhao kicked open the small barrier at the entrance to the tunnel.

"Oh, I had no idea my house had such a clever tunnel!"

Lin Zhao looked surprised. "Let's guess what this tunnel was used for? Was it for sneaking out to play? Selling textiles? Or... having a secret rendezvous?"

"Woo!"

Seeing that her scheme had been exposed, Naman's eyes showed despair, and she wailed, begging Lin Zhao for forgiveness.

Lin Zhao stood there, his eyes filled with unspeakable contempt.

Naman's famous textiles, even the one that brought her fame and love, were all copied from their original owner, her stepmother.

When she was young, the original owner was also extremely skilled in weaving. She had many textiles and embroidery pieces, which she brought as part of her dowry to the home of her seven daughters' elderly father.

The reason it could be used as a dowry is because the original owner's works were extremely exquisite, and some could even be said to be priceless.

Naman accidentally discovered this tunnel in her room. Through the tunnel, she found the works in the original owner's storage room and was filled with envy.

She thought that her weaving skills were not bad either, and as long as she used luxurious yarn and tools, she might not be inferior to the original owner.

Moreover, since the original owner's works were kept in a dark and gloomy underground storage room all day long, if she copied them, learned the patterns, wove them into her own works, and then sold them, that could be considered as helping the original owner's works so that they would not be wasted.

She meant well!

So Naman began spinning night after night, wanting the best thread and tools because her skills weren't quite up to par.

She dared not make it during the day, for fear of the original owner's occasional concern.

Moreover, it was only when the night was deep and quiet that she could more easily retrieve the original owner's works from the underground storage room, and only then could she walk out of the manor through that small tunnel to resell her exquisite works.

She went to meet her beloved lover in secret.

Indeed, Naman also found love through her textiles.

The man was the king of a small neighboring country. He had made contact with Naman by chance after buying her textiles at the market.

Both felt they had met a kindred spirit, and after a while, their eyes met and feelings developed.

Moreover, the king greatly appreciated Naman's craftsmanship and bought many of Naman's works to keep in his palace.

So Naman would often light all the oil lamps in the house late at night as a cover, then run outside to meet the king in secret, and bring the copied works to the king.

Naman firmly believed that one day the king would marry her in grand style and make her his queen.

Naman was unaware that King Sekoor already had a queen.

Sekor was only interested in Naman's skills and the immense wealth she claimed her family possessed.

For the small country of Sekohl, the precious collection and vast wealth could really help him a lot.

Lin Zhao, hidden in the darkness, watched Saikor pacing outside the manor, waiting for Naman, and curled his lip in disdain.

The man was a middle-aged man, old enough to be Naman's father. If he weren't somewhat handsome, I really don't know how Naman could bring herself to kiss him.

Lin Zhao was too lazy to deal with Sai Ke'er, otherwise the Quick Transmigration Bureau would spread rumors that she, Lin Zhao, had beaten an old man.

She thought for a moment, then snapped her fingers, and a small flame appeared at Lin Zhao's fingertip.

With a gentle breath, she sent the tiny flame fluttering behind Seker, nestling quietly against the hem of his robe, ready to follow him back to his palace.

When Sekel returns, the small flame will naturally grow into a raging fire. At that time, not only will the inferior counterfeit goods produced by Naman be reduced to ashes, but Sekel's other treasures and his entire palace will also be burned to ashes.

"whee."

Lin Zhao smiled slyly.

It's worth noting that in the original story's ending, Sekel and Naman didn't let the original owner off easily either.

One of them subjected the original owner to burning at the stake, using the flame of a candle to slowly scorch the original owner's skin.

A needle used for weaving pierced the original owner's finger and blinded the original owner's eyes.

Now, Lin Zhao is simply giving him a taste of his own medicine.

Lin Zhao returned to the manor with a grin, and then went back to Naman's room through the tunnel.

At this point, Naman's eyes were bloodshot and she was not far from going blind.

Moreover, her face was covered in bloodstains, and each of her ten fingers was stuck with long needles. She was in so much pain that she was covered in sweat and almost went to see God.

Lin Zhao glanced at Na Man, dragged her along, and threw her into the garbage room where he had previously imprisoned Elio.

"A family must be neat and tidy."

Lin Zhao clapped his hands, ignoring the dying Naman and the sores all over Elio's body, which were being gnawed by rats and bedbugs, and locked the garbage room door tightly.

"Hehe." Lin Zhao chuckled again.

"Lin...Mom? What are you doing here?"

A soft, sweet voice came from behind Lin Zhao. Lin Zhao suddenly turned around and saw a stunningly beautiful woman who was sneaking around, wearing pajamas but whose beauty was still undeniable.

Cirella, who was bare-faced and as beautiful as a lotus emerging from clear water, was so frightened that her heart almost jumped out of her throat.

She never imagined that in the dead of night, after escaping from the manor and returning, she would actually see her stepmother in the garbage room!

You see, she would always hide around this garbage room, waiting for dawn so her stepmother would get up and go to the manor for exercise, before sneaking back to her room on the second floor.

Why would my stepmother come to the garbage room at this time today?

Could it be that they found out she went out?!

wrong.

Sirira shook her head again.

She thought she just saw two other people in the garbage room, it seemed like...

"Eleo? Naman?"

Sirilla called out tentatively.

"Hiss..." But the only response to Ciri was Lin Zhao's wicked laughter, "It's been so long since I did this kind of thing—murdering and silencing someone under the cover of darkness. It's truly something to reminisce about..."

"You...Mom! What are you doing? Ah—"

Before Ciri could even feel afraid, Lin Zhao knocked her to the ground in the blink of an eye.

[This Sirella is the original owner's third stepdaughter, a beauty that comes along only once in a century. She always prides herself on her beauty, sighing all day long, complaining that she can only stay in the manor to study and clean, and complaining that she has never encountered a love that will shake the world...]

She also disliked the original owner of this body, never willingly doing anything the original owner arranged, and never truly regarded the original owner as her stepmother, but only as a servant who came to their home to take care of them after her father's death...

[In the later ending, Cirella had no real conflict with the original owner, but she still resented the original owner for keeping her in the manor every day. So, together with her lover, she had someone cut off the original owner's hands and feet, disfigure her face, put her in a barrel studded with spikes, and then pushed her down a hillside...]

【Host, are you going to deal with Cirella?】

After saying that, 710 blinked his big eyes and asked Lin Zhao.

"Otherwise what? Do you think I beat her up so she could sleep more soundly?"

Lin Zhao raised one eyebrow and began to rub his hands together, eager to get started.