Lin Mo didn’t wander around. He just leaned against a pillar, fiddling with his phone, the screen still dark.
The murmur of conversation around him was fragmented, yet it never broke his rhythm.
But someone had already lost their patience.
A guy dressed in trendy Japanese-Korean streetwear swaggered over. His outfit was flashy enough, but the look in his eyes was a transparent appraisal, as if he were sizing up Lin Mo’s worth.
“Hey, bro, you look a little unfamiliar around here.”
The guy’s tone was overly familiar but utterly disrespectful. “I’m Jiang Yunlu’s junior high classmate. What’s your name?”
Yeah, right—he hadn’t even offered his own name, and he was already trying to dig up dirt on Lin Mo.
Lin Mo couldn’t even be bothered to look up.
“Something you need?”
A two-word reply like that was the most cutting move of all.
“You...”
The guy’s face froze instantly, all that cocky streetwise composure evaporating. He was probably used to people fawning over him; he’d never been shut down so coldly.
He stared at Lin Mo, jealousy spilling from his eyes, finally twisting into a sneer.
Lin Mo could feel the faint hostility radiating from this group.
So he didn’t see any reason to put on a nice face.
“Fine, playing hard to get, huh?”
The guy stepped closer, lowering his voice. “I can see you’re just some pretty boy. Think latching onto Jiang Yunlu will save you twenty years of hard work? Don’t kid yourself. In circles like this, it’s all about matching backgrounds. Take what you can get and scram before you embarrass yourself too much. Otherwise, you won’t even know how you died.”
This guy was impatient, probably seeing Lin Mo as a thorn in his side.
The words were clearly meant to provoke Lin Mo.
But Lin Mo? He liked to play games.
Hearing this, Lin Mo finally raised his head. He wasn’t angry—more amused, honestly. He stood half a head taller than the guy, looking down at him with a sense of superiority.
He leaned in close, bringing his mouth to the man’s ear.
The guy’s body tensed up instinctively, expecting a punch or a harsh retort.
Instead, Lin Mo said, in the most casual tone imaginable, something that would short-circuit anyone’s brain.
“You don’t know, do you? Yunlu... she’s really wet.”
For a moment, the air seemed to vanish.
The expression on that guy’s face was more chaotic than a spilled paint set. First, shock, then disbelief, and finally, a surge of rage from the depths of his gut.
The humiliated fury burned so hot that his face flushed a deep, pig-liver red.
“You son of a bitch! I’ll kill you!”
The guy’s brain boiled over, and he threw a wild punch. It was completely untrained and sloppy—pure, rash aggression.
“Ooh, someone’s pissed,” Lin Mo said, not even flinching.
He simply stepped back half a pace.
The punch swung through empty air, the draft failing to even brush Lin Mo’s clothes.
As the guy stumbled forward from his own momentum, Lin Mo casually stuck out a foot.
He didn’t need much force—just precise timing to catch the guy’s stride.
The man tripped over himself, face-planting on the ground with a dull thud.
The chatter died instantly.
Everyone—men and women who had been mingling with drinks and small talk—turned to stare.
“Holy shit, man!”
So, even rich kids cursed like sailors, huh?
The guy scrambled to his feet, flaming with humiliation, and charged at Lin Mo again.
His move was aggressive, but full of holes.
Lin Mo didn’t even bother sidestepping. He just lazily raised a hand and caught the guy’s wrist in a precise grip.
The man felt as if his wrist were clamped in a steel vice. A searing pain shot up his arm, making cold sweat bead on his forehead.
He struggled with all his might to pull free, but his hand was locked tight.
Lin Mo looked at him, his eyes calm as a deep pool, but his words were enough to kill the guy’s spirit.
“Kid, this isn’t your house. Nobody’s going to indulge your tantrum here.”
The offhanded tone stung worse than a slap to the face.
Just as he was about to say more, Jiang Yunlu and the others walked over.
“Ma Chuangshi! What are you doing!”
She strode over, followed by Zhou Youbai, the host of today’s birthday party.
Jiang Yunlu took in the scene. Lin Mo was standing there fine, but Ma Chuangshi was clutching his wrist in pain.
She knew Lin Mo’s character—he never started trouble.
And she also knew exactly how those junior high classmates of hers behaved.
Ma Chuangshi, hearing his name, acted like he had found a lifeline—or an outlet for his fury. He snarled at Lin Mo.
“Let go!”
Lin Mo smiled. “So cocky. Anyone would think I was the one getting humiliated.”
Still, he released his grip.
He had a thousand ways to deal with scum like this, but today wasn’t the day.
After all, it was Jiang Yunlu’s friend’s birthday. He had to give some face.
As soon as his wrist was free, Ma Chuangshi stumbled back several steps, retreating into the safety of his group of friends.
He rubbed his reddened wrist, feeling like his bones were about to break.
Zhou Youbai looked at Ma Chuangshi with clear displeasure.
“Ma Chuangshi, today is my birthday. Do you have to cause trouble?”
Ma Chuangshi pointed at himself, dumbfounded.
“Me? Cause trouble? Youbai, we’ve been classmates for years! I’m your friend! But this bastard? Who the hell does he think he is?”
At those words, Jiang Yunlu’s expression turned icy.
Without a word, she stepped forward, and right in front of everyone, her hand slipped into the crook of Lin Mo’s arm.
The gesture was natural, intimate.
She turned to the side, looking almost smug as she spoke for everyone to hear, her voice crisp and clear.
“He’s my boyfriend. Got a problem?”
One sentence. A bomb dropped in still water.
Silence fell like stone.
Every one of the guys who had been hanging with Ma Chuangshi had their faces freeze. Their eyes darted between Jiang Yunlu and Lin Mo, a mix of shock, jealousy, and sheer confusion.
Not one of them hadn’t dreamed of Jiang Yunlu.
But who would have guessed that the daughter of privilege and peak beauty would choose a nobody type like this?
Some kind of fairy tale? Heiress loves a poor boy?
Seeing this, Zhou Youbai felt a pang of sorrow.
She remembered a boy who once had eyes only for her, but that boy seemed to have never looked at her again.
So, seeing Jiang Yunlu like this, she didn’t mock her as she used to. Instead, she said:
“I saw him just standing there, minding his own business. Ma Chuangshi, you were the one who went over to pick a fight.”
She then swept her gaze across the crowd.
“Today’s my birthday. I hope everyone can have a good time and behave.”
Then she turned to Jiang Yunlu.
“Yunlu, don’t bother with them. I want to wear your piece. Come upstairs with me.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
