In the western suburbs of Jingzhou, there was a government guesthouse closed to the public.
The furnishings inside were simple, even somewhat dated.
Lin Yuan sat on an old wooden sofa.
Across from him sat Elder Qian.
This was the same Elder Qian—one of the founding figures of Xia Country's aerospace industry—who had personally named the alliance "Sky Path."
Elder Qian poured Lin Yuan a cup of tea.
The tea was ordinary, the kind of coarse-leaf tea commonly served in guesthouses.
"Little Lin, nervous?" Elder Wu asked with a smile.
"A little," Lin Yuan answered honestly.
He was still wearing his work uniform from Expedition Technology, dust still clinging to him.
He hadn’t even had time to go home after returning from the launch site.
"No need to be nervous," Elder Wu said.
"Standing behind you is Lu Chenyuan. That young man never misjudges people."
"We old-timers used to think commercial companies were only in it for profit."
"But Lu Chenyuan showed us another possibility."
Elder Qian pulled a document from a kraft paper envelope.
"This is a strategic cooperation memorandum."
"The specific terms will be negotiated later by a dedicated team."
"Today, we’re just settling the 'official status.'"
"From this day forward, the Sky Path Alliance will be the official supplier and deep partner of our nation’s aerospace program."
Elder Qian slid the document toward Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan looked at the paper. He recognized every word on it.
Yet each one felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.
He picked up a pen and solemnly signed his name.
Then, Elder Qian did the same.
No reporters. No flashing cameras.
Just a simple, firm handshake between two men representing different paths for Xia Country’s aerospace future.
Elder Qian looked at Lin Yuan.
"Go back and tell Lu Chenyuan."
"The nation has built the stage. It’s your turn to perform."
"Make sure this performance is flawless."
That night, at the penthouse of Cloud Peak One.
The main lights in the living room were off.
Only the glow of the city spilled in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
A late-night financial program played on the TV.
In the scrolling ticker at the bottom of the screen, a brief message flashed by:
"Reports indicate that multiple member companies of the 'Sky Path Alliance' have officially entered the supply chain system of the 'Moon Goddess' program..."
The news was short, drowned in the endless stream of information.
Like a pebble dropped into the ocean.
Mo Qingli leaned back on the sofa, watching the message.
A pair of strong arms gently wrapped around her from behind.
Lu Chenyuan rested his chin on her shoulder.
"It’s over," Mo Qingli murmured.
"No," Lu Chenyuan replied, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"It’s only just begun."
Mo Qingli turned her head to look at him.
His eyes held no triumphant pride, only a quiet relief.
"What’s next for you?" she asked.
"Retirement," Lu Chenyuan answered.
Mo Qingli blinked.
"Retirement? Really?"
"Mm." He held her as they walked to the window.
Below them, the city lights glittered.
"The road is built."
"Time to let professional drivers take the wheel."
Mo Qingli studied him in silence.
"Alright," she said softly.
"I’ll be with you."
A week later.
Expedition Technology’s executive meeting.
Lin Yuan was presenting the next phase of the launch plan and technical optimizations.
Everyone listened intently.
Lu Chenyuan sat at the head of the table.
But he didn’t say a word the entire time.
He simply watched—Lin Yuan, Zhou Mingyuan, Li Mo, the team he had built, now running like a well-oiled machine.
As the meeting ended and everyone prepared to leave, Lu Chenyuan finally spoke.
"Wait."
All movement ceased. Eyes turned to him, expecting some crucial strategic directive.
Lu Chenyuan smiled.
He looked at Lin Yuan.
"Lin Yuan."
"Boss Lu." Lin Yuan immediately straightened.
"Starting today, the daily operations of Expedition Technology—and the entire Sky Path Alliance—are yours."
Lu Chenyuan said it as casually as discussing the weather.
The room fell dead silent.
Everyone froze.
Lin Yuan’s mind went blank.
"Old Lu, I—"
"I trust you." Lu Chenyuan stood and clapped Lin Yuan’s shoulder.
Then, he scanned the room, his expression relaxed.
"This roadbuilder’s job is done."
"Time to clock out and go home to my wife and kid."
Without waiting for reactions, he walked straight out of the meeting room.
Leaving behind a room full of stunned faces.
Lin Yuan stood there for a long moment before finally exhaling slowly.
4:30 PM.
Outside Jingzhou First Kindergarten.
A black "Boundless" sedan sat quietly by the curb, no different from the other parents’ cars.
Lu Chenyuan leaned against the door.
He’d swapped his formal attire for simple chinos and a white shirt.
The setting sun stretched his shadow long across the pavement.
His gaze lingered on the kindergarten gates, a gentle smile on his face.
Many parents stole curious glances at the strikingly handsome man.
Ding-ding-ding!
The bell rang.
The gates swung open.
A flood of tiny uniformed figures came rushing out, chattering like excited sparrows.
Lu Chenyuan spotted his son instantly.
Lu Shi'an, with his little dinosaur backpack, was the fastest.
"Dad!"
He barreled into Lu Chenyuan’s arms like a cannonball.
Lu Chenyuan lifted him high.
"Were you good at school today?"
"Very good!" Lu Shi'an declared.
"Teacher even praised me!"
"Oh? What reward does An’an want?"
"Mom’s strawberry cake!"
"Deal." Lu Chenyuan chuckled, setting him down and taking his small hand.
"Let’s go home to Mom."
Two figures—one tall, one small—walked toward the black car.
Their shadows stretched long in the sunset.
In this moment, he wasn’t Lu Chenyuan, the man who reshaped an era.
He was just an ordinary father, picking up his son from school.
Back at Cloud Peak One.
Mo Qingli had indeed prepared strawberry cake.
Lu Shi'an cheered and dove for it.
Lu Chenyuan wrapped his arms around Mo Qingli from behind as she watched their son eat.
"Really letting go of everything?" she asked.
"Mm."
"What’s next?"
"Something more important." Lu Chenyuan’s gaze drifted into the distance.
"Like starting a foundation."
"Funding purely theoretical research—the kind that might take ten, twenty, even a hundred years to bear fruit."
"Ruo Xi’s mathematics."
"Chen Xiao’s life sciences."
"Commerce solves efficiency problems, but not fundamental ones."
"I want to plant seeds for a much farther future."
Mo Qingli turned to face him.
"Good." She rose on her toes and kissed him.
"This time, I'll be your first investor."
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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?!
