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Trisha Wells and Marshall Wells stood nearby, listening intently as Ethan continued his assessment.

"There’s an old saying—’A closed door is like a mountain.’ If the house entrance is poorly designed, it suppresses growth and stifles fortune. Without the right alignment and positioning, no matter how strong a family’s foundation is, their prosperity will remain stagnant."

He took a step forward, tracing the lines of the pathway with his gaze.

"The ideal layout is something known as the ’Soaring Dragon Formation.’ It channels energy upwards, lifting a household’s fortune to new heights like a dragon strength. If done correctly, it can ensure steady growth for generations like a dragon immortality."

Ethan then straightened up, a smirk playing on his lips.

"And when it comes to understanding the this Formation, I’d dare say—I rank second to none." His tone was filled with unwavering confidence.

Trisha beamed with pride. Ethan truly had a way of making even the most complex concepts sound powerful and compelling.

Marshall, however, remained skeptical, his arms crossed as he waited for Ethan to elaborate.

Ethan took another step toward the entrance, ready to point out its flaws and suggest improvements. But the moment his eyes locked onto the estate’s grand gate, he froze.

His confident expression shattered in an instant, replaced by pure shock.

"What the—hell?!" Ethan took a step back, blinking rapidly, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

His mind raced to process the details, his voice slipping into a stunned whisper.

"This… this is insane."

Trisha frowned. "Ethan? What’s wrong?"

Ethan exhaled sharply, pointing at the entrance. "This isn’t just a well-designed layout… This is a near-perfect execution of the entrance."

Marshall raised an eyebrow, his interest finally piqued. "Oh?"

Ethan stepped closer, his fingers tracing the air as he analyzed the intricate details of the structure.

"The way the pathway is angled, the precise positioning of the gate pillars, the subtle but deliberate curves in the layout—everything is aligned flawlessly to channel energy upward. It doesn’t just create a strong flow of fortune… it propels it straight to the heavens."

His tone grew more intense, his admiration evident.

"This isn’t just a right. This is the best Layout—an enhancement so rare that even top masters would struggle to replicate it."

Trisha and Marshall exchanged glances.

"So… that’s a good thing, right?" Trisha asked.

Ethan let out a breathless laugh. "Good? It’s incredible. Whoever designed this formation has an unparalleled level of skill. I’ve studied this art for years, but this…" He shook his head in disbelief. "This is on another level."

Ethan Carter stood frozen in front of the Wells estate’s grand entrance, his expression shifting between disbelief and frustration. He had been prepared to impress, to showcase his unmatched expertise in the Fortune skill. But now…

His gaze darted across the layout, analyzing every inch of the architectural masterpiece before him.

This… this isn’t just good. This is perfection!

For someone with a system-enhanced mastery of Fortune skill, admitting that another’s work surpassed his own was unthinkable.

"Impossible…" he muttered under his breath, clenching his fists. "With my system’s advantage, who in the world could have created something this flawless?"

He refused to accept it. There had to be a flaw somewhere.

Determined to reclaim his confidence, Ethan stormed toward the inner courtyard.

"I refuse to believe the entire estate follows such a high-level layout! There must be something I can improve—"

Yet, as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, his voice caught in his throat.

His pupils dilated. His breath hitched.

Ethan stumbled back a step, his mind reeling.

"This… This can’t be real."

His system should have warned him, should have told him if something this advanced existed here. But now, standing in the heart of the Wells estate, he felt like an amateur witnessing a master’s work for the first time.

"No… No way." His voice wavered as he turned and rushed toward the back of the estate, desperate to prove himself.

But the moment he arrived, Ethan’s knees nearly buckled. His fingers twitched, his entire body trembling with shock.

"The front gate follows the incredible formation…" he whispered in disbelief. "The courtyard houses the too… And now, the rear entrance is guarded by this incredible formation and array?"

He swallowed hard.

"Who… Who the hell designed this place?" His mind raced for answers, but before he could process it, his system chimed in with an emotionless notification.

[Ding!]

[Host’s Fortune skill proficiency is at the beginner level. Unable to replicate or modify advanced or top-tier formations.]

Ethan’s face darkened.

He had always believed that, with the system’s help, he stood at the pinnacle of the field; it doesn’t matter which field. Yet now, standing within the Wells estate, he felt utterly… inferior.

Behind him, Trisha Wells was watching Ethan’s frantic movements with increasing impatience. Her fingers drummed against her arm, her lips pursed.

"This idiot…" she muttered under her breath. "I brought you here to impress the Wells family, to make yourself invaluable to them."

Yet for the past several minutes, Ethan had done nothing but gawk, mutter to himself, and dash around like a madman.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore.

Marching up to him, she jabbed a finger into his side.

"Hey! Snap out of it!" she hissed. "What the hell are you doing? You’re supposed to be showcasing your skills, not standing around looking like a lost puppy!"

Ethan, still recovering from his shock, turned to her with a pained expression.

"I… I was supposed to give them guidance," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "But Trisha, this estate’s layout is too perfect. There’s nothing for me to improve."

Trisha’s eyes twitched.

"… Are you kidding me?"

She had been banking on Ethan using his abilities to secure their position within the family. And now he was standing here telling her he was useless?

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