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The healing stones had stopped making sense three days ago. Mira noticed it the way one notices a familiar heartbeat becoming irregular—not at first, but with a creeping certainty that something in the rhythm has fundamentally shifted. She stood in the monastery infirmary at dusk, her hands suspended over a stone no larger than a fist, and waited for the resonance she'd come to depend on like breath. Nothing. Or rather: something. But wrong. "You're doing it again," Thea said from the doorway, not unkindly. Her friend held two cups of evening tea, steam rising in thin spirals that dissipated into nothing. "The thinking-so-hard-your-face-goes-blank thing." Mira didn't look up. "The stones are different." "Different how?" How indeed. Mira had spent eight years learning the language these ancient stones spoke-a subtle vibration that aligned with her own gift, amplifying it, creating channels through which her intuition could flow like water finding its course. When she placed a remedy against their surface, the stones would hum, and that hum would tell her things. *This will work. This won't. This one requires patience. This one is already too late.* Never words, precisely. But certainty. The kind that came from somewhere older than language. But the gift itself-that had always been hers alone. She'd known it since childhood, that strange knowing that lived beneath her skin like a second heartbeat. When she held a fevered rabbit at seven, she hadn't been reciting learned knowledge. She'd felt the fever as a presence, an intruder, and she'd known-with the absolute clarity of a child who hasn't yet learned to doubt-that it could be asked to leave. The monks had recognized it immediately. A true gift, they'd said. Rare. Ancient. Real. The stones had come later, offered as tools to strengthen what was already within her. To amplify the signal that her own body could perceive. And for eight years, they had done exactly that. She would place her hands on them and feel her gift expand, sharpen, become precise enough to guide her remedies with surgical accuracy. Until three days ago, when the signal began to loop back on itself. "They're... circling," Mira said finally. "The pattern. It goes around itself instead of outward." Thea set the tea on the small table between them with the deliberate care of someone setting down something that might explode. She was used to Mira's cryptic diagnoses-of villages, of individuals, of the invisible architecture of suffering. But there was something in Mira's voice now that made her move slowly. "Circles are stable," Thea offered. "Maybe that's not wrong." Mira finally turned. In the failing light, her friend looked younger than thirty, which was unfair. Thea had earned her lines the honest way-through years of kneeling beside dying people, learning what comfort looked like when it was all that remained. But something in her face had smoothed lately. Or perhaps Mira was simply learning to stop seeing her clearly. The thought came sharp and unbidden, and with it: the first cold touch of doubt. ーーー The monastery had welcomed them both as girls. Mira's gift had announced itself early-her mother found her once, age seven, holding a fevered rabbit, and the fever broke. Just like that. Like she'd asked it politely to leave. The monks recognized something in her they'd seen before, in their own ancient texts. A healer whose knowing transcended learning. They offered sanctuary, knowledge, space to grow into whatever she was becoming. Thea came two years later, smaller and feral, caught stealing medicines from the infirmary stores. Instead of punishment, the head monk-Brother Aldwin, ancient even then-had asked her why. *For my mother*, Thea had said. *She's burning up and no one will help her.* He'd walked her to the infirmary himselt, shown her how to prepare a draught, how to cool a brow, how to sit with someone in darkness without trying to light it. By morning, Thea's mother had died anyway. By evening, Thea had chosen to stay. They'd grown up in these halls. They'd learned that healing was sometimes mercy, sometimes mystery, always a form of prayer whispered in a language the body understood even when the mind didn't. And the stones had been their gospel. Dependable. Ancient. *True*. --- By the fourth day, Mira had moved into the infirmary proper. She told herself it was necessary-there was a fever spreading through the village, the kind that didn't respond to simple remedies, the kind that required constant adjustment, intuitive recalibration. But the truth was simpler and more frightening: she couldn't leave the stones. Couldn't stop trying to read the pattern they'd begun drawing. Circles within circles. Concentric and endless. Like the mouth of a well. Like the grooves worn into stone by ten thousand years of fingers pressing, searching, hoping. Brother Aldwin found her at midnight, still in her work clothes, surrounded by herbs and stones and notes she'd written in a hand that barely resembled her own. "You haven't slept," he observed. Not a question. The old monk moved through the world in certainties. It was one of the things that had once comforted her. "The stones are changing," Mira said. "And I don't know why." Aldwin lowered himself into a chair with the careful deliberation of something made of glass. He was smaller than she remembered. Or perhaps she'd grown. Time did strange things in these stone halls-sometimes it moved like molasses, sometimes it vanished entirely. "The stones don't change," he said quietly. "They've remained as they've been since they were placed here, three centuries past. Since the monastery was built on ground the healers chose." "They're changing," Mira repeated, and heard the fever in her own voice. The thing underneath the calm. "The resonance is different. It's—" "Mira." His eyes were the color of old water. "Have you considered that perhaps you are the one who has changed?" The words landed like stones dropped down that well. She heard them descending. She heard the silence that followed before impact. "No," she said. And then: "That's not-that's not how this works." But even as she said it, she felt the first small crack in the architecture of her certainty. Because what was certainty, after all? What was the difference between a stone speaking to you and you speaking to yourself, and learning only later that you'd been the only voice in the conversation all along? "Aldwin," she said, and her voice sounded very young. "Do you believe in the stones?" He didn't answer immediately. He looked at his hands-liver-spotted, ancient, trembling slightly. "I believe in the healers," he said finally. "I have always believed in the healers. The stones were meant to help us believe in ourselves." --- She found the journal in Brother Aldwin's quarters. Not deliberately-he'd asked her to bring him tea, and her hands, trained by years of healer's pragmatism, had simply opened drawers while she waited for him to emerge from the washroom. Looking for something she didn't know she was searching for. The journal was old, older than anything she'd thought to preserve. The handwriting was Aldwin's, younger, more aggressive in its loops. And the entries were all the same, repeated like a prayer worn smooth by obsessive repetition: *The stones do not speak. I have listened for thirty years. The stones do not speak. Perhaps I have become the voice. Perhaps I have been telling myself stories about what I wish to hear.* *The remedies worked because I believed in them. The patients healed because we expected them to. The stones are only stone.* *This is the knowledge I cannot unknow. This is the wound that will not close.* The entries spanned decades. The handwriting never settled. It spiraled inward, tighter and tighter, circling the same truth over and over like something trapped. Mira sat on the edge of his narrow bed, the journal loose in her hands, and felt something shift inside her. Not breaking. Shifting. The way ground shifts before a landslide. The way the world rearranges itself when you learn something that cannot be unlearned. Her hands were shaking. She read the same passage three times, four times, and each time it felt like drowning in slow motion. Aldwin-the man who had taught her everything, who had placed the healing stones in her palms and told her they were ancient and true-had spent his entire life doubting them. Had spent decades circling the same terrible knowledge: that perhaps there was no magic at all. Only the power of expectation. Only the human capacity to heal itself when given permission and belief. She thought of every patient she'd ever treated with absolute certainty. Every time she'd felt the stones hum beneath her palms and known -*known*—what would work. Had that been the gift? Or had it been something far more mundane: observation, intuition, the natural patterns of illness and recovery that she'd learned to read so well she'd mistaken the reading for magic? The journal fell from her hands. She pressed her palms against her eyes and felt the first hot tears of rage and grief and something far worse: uncertainty. The kind that didn't resolve into anything clean. The kind that would live in her now, a permanent guest. When Aldwin emerged from the washroom twenty minutes later, she was still sitting there. He stopped in the doorway. He saw the journal. He saw her face. For a moment, neither of them moved. "How long?" Mira asked. Her voice sounded like it came from very far away. Aldwin closed the door behind him. He looked diminished, suddenly—not the ancient wise man but simply an old person, worn down by the weight of a secret he'd carried alone. "Since I was younger than you are now," he said quietly. "Fifty-three years." "And you never told anyone." "I told myself," he said. "Over and over. Does that count?" Mira stood. She needed to move or she would shatter. "Every patient I've ever healed. Every time I told someone they would recover and they did. Every time I felt the stones guide me. Was that—" She couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't shape the question into words. "You have a gift," Aldwin said, and there was something almost desperate in his voice now. "Mira, listen to me. You do. I don't know what it is, but it's not the stones. The gift is yours. It always has been.""How do you know?" she demanded. "How can you possibly know that?" "Because I watched you," he said. "I watched you for eight years, and I watched you heal people in ways that shouldn't have been possible. Yes, I've doubted the stones. Yes, I've spent half a century wondering if I was a fraud. But I never once doubted you. Not really. Not in the moments that mattered." Mira turned away from him. She couldn't look at his face, at the terrible honesty written there. "You should have told me." "I know." "You should have warned me." "I know," he repeated. And then: "But I was afraid. I was afraid that if I told you the truth about my doubt, I would plant it in you. And I needed-" His voice cracked slightly. "I needed to believe that at least one of us had certainty. That at least one of us was still whole." She heard the break in him then. Fifty-three years of isolation, of circling the same terrible knowledge alone. And she understood, with a clarity that was almost painful, that this was the real gift he'd been asking her to hold for him: the belief he could no longer maintain. "I don't know how to do this," she said quietly. "Neither did I," Aldwin replied. "But you will. You're stronger than I was." --- The fever broke on the seventh day. The village children recovered. The old woman who'd been burning up in the cottage by the north gate opened her eyes and asked for water. All the remedies worked, just as they always had. But when Mira returned to the infirmary that evening, she didn't go directly to the stones. Instead, she sat with Thea in the corner of the room, surrounded by drying herbs and cooling salves, and told her everything. Thea listened without interrupting. She was good at that-at reading the specific shape of someone's ruin and knowing when words would only make it worse. When Mira finished, her friend was quiet for a long moment. "Did you know?" Mira asked. "No," Thea said. And then, because she was kind, she added: "But I suspected. I suspected because I watched the way you moved, even in your doubt. You moved like someone who knew exactly what she was doing. The stones were never what made you certain, Mira. They were just the story you told yourself about where your certainty came from." Mira thought about this. "So what am I, then? If not a healer with a gift?" "You're still a healer," Thea said. "Maybe that's all you ever were. Someone who pays attention. Someone who believes people can get better and acts on that belief in ways that matter. That's not nothing. That might be everything." --- The next morning, Mira approached the stones differently. She didn't place her hands on them expecting to receive guidance. Instead, she picked up a remedy-willow bark and honey for the fever that still lingered in one of the village children-and she held it to the stone and simply waited. The hum came. The pattern spiraled. Circles within circles, drawing inward toward some center she would never quite reach. But this time, when she felt the resonance, she didn't try to interpret it as the stone's voice. Instead, she let it be what it was: a physical vibration that her own nervous system registered, amplified by the stone's density and her own attention. The hum became a mirror. It reflected back everything she already knew— the properties of the remedy, the nature of the fever, the body's own capacity to heal. And that was enough. She carried the remedy to the cottage where the child lay half-awake, fever still painting her cheeks with unnatural color. Mira sat on the edge of the bed and spooned the mixture between small lips. The girl swallowed obediently. "Will I get better?" the child asked, with the directness of the very young. Mira looked at this small person, burning with fever, looking to her for certainty. And she made a choice. "Yes," she said. Not because the stones had told her. Not because some mystical gift guaranteed it. But because she had studied the patterns of this fever for a week, because she understood this child's body and its capacity for recovery, because she believed in the remedies she'd prepared with her own hands, and because belief itself-genuine, grounded, earned through years of practice-was its own form of power. "You're going to get better," Mira said again. "I'm going to help you." The child closed her eyes and seemed satisfied. When Mira returned to the monastery that evening, she found Brother Aldwin in the infirmary, standing before the healing stones. He turned when he heard her footsteps. "about what I should have done differently. And I think the answer is: nothing. Or everything. I'm still not sure which." Mira stood beside him, looking at the stones that had been her entire world. "The pattern is still there," she said. "Yes." "And it still spirals inward. Still circles back on itself." "Yes." "But I'm not lost in it anymore," Mira said. "I'm not trying to reach the center. I think I understand now-the pattern was never meant to lead anywhere. It was meant to make us still. To make us listen. And what we listen for, what we hear in that stillness... that comes from us. That was always us." Aldwin nodded slowly. "I wish I'd understood that sooner." "Maybe I can," Mira said. "Maybe that's the gift —not that I have certainty, but that I can live with the uncertainty and still act. Still help people. Still believe in the remedies and the body's power to heal, even though I can't prove where my knowing comes from." She placed her hand on the nearest stone. It was cool beneath her palm, just stone, just the accumulation of minerals pressed together over millennia. And somehow, that was more miraculous than magic would have been. The earth, shaped by time. Her hand, shaped by practice and attention. The space between them, where healing happened. The monastery walls hummed around her, ancient and listening. She listened back-not for the voice of the stones, but for her own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say * don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply Tor the voice or the stones, buttor ner own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say *I don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply different languages for the same truth. The monastery walls hummed. The stones waited, patient and silent. And Mira, at last, was ready to move forward.
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¡Entendido perfecto! Ahora el protagonista se llamará Shinichi, y tendrá exactamente todo lo que me pediste: ✅ Rango SSSSS, el único, el más poderoso, nadie lo alcanza ✅ Personalidad: LIGURIOSO (vago, perezoso, duerme mucho) Y LUJURIOSO (ama a las mujeres, es muy apasionado) ✅ Tiene muchísimas esposas, todas lo aman y conviven felices ✅ Tiene cientos de hijos, todos fuertes pero NINGUNO llega al nivel de él ✅ Su vida: lujos, comodidad, disfrute y amor eterno Aquí tienes tu manga completo, con su nombre y todo tal cual lo quieres:   📖 Título: SHINICHI, EL DIOS SUPREMO SSSSS 👤 Protagonista: Shinichi Rango: SSSSS (Categoría única creada solo para él) Es el ser más fuerte que ha existido jamás. Su poder es infinito, puede destruir continentes, detener el tiempo, crear lo que quiera o borrar enemigos con solo pensarlo. Nadie, absolutamente nadie —ni monstruos, ni dioses, ni sus propios hijos— tiene ni una milésima parte de su fuerza. Su personalidad: - Ligurioso al máximo: Lo único que le gusta es estar acostado, descansar, dormir y no hacer absolutamente nada. Se queja si tiene que caminar, se queja si lo despiertan, se queja si tiene que mover un dedo. Su frase favorita: "¿Para qué moverme si puedo quedarme aquí disfrutando?". - Lujurioso y apasionado: Le encantan las mujeres, le gustan de todos los tipos, edades y razas. Es muy cariñoso, dulce y experto en el amor. Vive rodeado de ellas, las adora a todas y se asegura de que ninguna se sienta sola o desatendida. Para él, el poder sirve solo para tener a cuantas mujeres quiera y vivir en lujos eternos. - Su lema: "Puedo salvar o destruir el mundo cuando quiera... pero ahora mismo estoy ocupado: estoy durmiendo y abrazando a mis esposas. No me molesten." ¿Por qué todas lo aman? Porque con él están seguras de todo mal, tienen riquezas infinitas, viven en palacios llenos de comodidades, y Shinichi las trata como reinas, les da todo lo que piden y las ama con locura. Aunque es vago, con ellas nunca es perezoso cuando se trata de darles amor y placer.   💑 SUS MUJERES (Un harén inmenso, todas suyas) Shinichi tiene docenas y docenas de esposas, venidas de todos los rincones del mundo: princesas, guerreras, magas, diosas, reinas, chicas de pueblos, elfas, demonias, humanas... todas llegaron atraídas por su fama, su poder o su belleza, y decidieron quedarse para siempre. Ninguna pelea entre sí, al contrario, se organizan y se quieren entre todas, porque saben que el amor de Shinichi es gigante y alcanza para todas. Se dividen el trabajo para que Shinichi nunca tenga que hacer nada, solo disfrutar. 🔹 Las Cuidadoras: Se encargan de bañarlo, vestirlo, peinarlo, darle de comer y tener su habitación siempre lista con almohadas suaves y perfumes ricos. Su meta: que él esté siempre cómodo. 🔹 Las Guerreras: Son las más fuertes de todas. Cuando hay peleas, monstruos o problemas afuera, ellas salen a pelear. Dicen: "Nuestro esposo es un Dios supremo. Es demasiado hermoso y precioso para ensuciarse las manos peleando con simples mortales. Nosotras lo hacemos por él". Y aunque son muy fuertes, saben que si algo sale mal, Shinichi parpadeará y acabará con todo sin levantarse. 🔹 Las Consentidas: Son sus favoritas para los momentos de ocio. Su único trabajo es estar todo el día con él: abrazarlo, darle masajes, besarlo, dormir a su lado y complacerlo en todo lo que él quiera. Shinichi dice: "Estas son mis mejores esposas, hacen que la vida valga la pena". 🔹 ** Las Madres:** Son las que crían y educan a los hijos, pero siempre viviendo dentro del palacio de Shinichi, y enseñando a los niños desde pequeños: "Su padre es el ser más grande que existe. Su deber es amarlo, respetarlo y proteger su descanso". 📌 ESCENA CLAVE: Shinichi está recostado en una cama gigante, más grande que una casa, llena de sedas y pieles suaves. Tiene 5 mujeres a su lado derecho abanicándolo y dándole frutas. Otras 5 a su lado izquierdo haciéndole masajes en la espalda y el cabello. Otras más están sentadas en el suelo, leyendo o cantando suavemente para que él duerma mejor. Shinichi, medio dormido y feliz, dice con voz perezosa: — "Mmm... esto es vida... ¿verdad, mis amores? ¿Quién necesita gobernar nada si tengo todo esto aquí?".   👨👩👧👦 SUS HIJOS (Cientos de hijos, todos inferiores a él) De todas sus esposas, Shinichi tiene cientos de hijos e hijas. Son una familia tan grande que parecen un pueblo entero. ✅ REGLA DE ORO: NINGUNO HEREDA SU PODER. Aunque sus hijos son genios, fuertes, magos poderosos, aventureros de rango A o S, líderes de ejércitos... todos saben que frente a Shinichi son como hormigas frente a un gigante. No importa cuánto crezcan o qué logren, nadie llega ni a los talones de su padre. Él sigue siendo el único e incomparable SSSSS. 🔹 Cómo son: - Lo adoran como a un Dios y a su padre a la vez. Para ellos, Shinichi es el ser perfecto. - Son todo lo contrario a él: son trabajadores, activos, responsables. ¿Por qué? Porque crecieron con la enseñanza: *"Alguien tiene que hacer todo en este mundo para que papá
# THE NULL SOVEREIGN ## CHAPTER 1 — THE SILENT PILLAR ### SEQUENCE 01 — THE AWAKENING PLAZA **PANEL 01 — EXTREME WIDE** The **Awakening Plaza of Asterion** stretches across the page. Thousands upon thousands of people fill the marble square. White-and-gold marble reflects the morning sun. At the eastern edge rises the enormous **Royal Palace**, its towers and golden spires piercing the sky. At the center stands the **Divine Pillar**. Thirty feet of living crystal. Its interior pulses with rivers of System energy. Blue. Gold. White. Blue again. **CAPTION:** *Every sixteen-year-old in the Kingdom of Asterion undergoes the Awakening.* --- **PANEL 02 — WIDE** The crowd is divided. Nobles stand behind velvet ropes guarded by Silver-rank soldiers. Commoners occupy the rest of the plaza. Parents hold their children's shoulders. Guild representatives watch eagerly. Merchants whisper. Priests stand beneath the palace balconies. Everyone is waiting. --- **PANEL 03 — MEDIUM** Kael Veyron stands alone among the crowd. Seventeen. Thin. Plain. His borrowed clothes hang loosely from his shoulders. The sleeves are slightly too short. He pulls one down. It rolls back up. He pulls it again. **CAPTION:** *Kael Veyron had no family waiting for him.* --- **PANEL 04 — CLOSE-UP** Kael's fingers nervously pinch the sleeve. His knuckles are slightly pale. **CAPTION:** *No father.* *No mother.* *No name worth celebrating.* --- **PANEL 05 — CLOSE-UP** Kael looks toward the Divine Pillar. His expression is uneasy. The enormous crystal reflects in his eyes. **CAPTION:** *The Pillar would decide the rest of his life.* --- ### SEQUENCE 02 — PELL **PANEL 06 — MEDIUM** A stocky red-haired boy stands beside Kael. Pell Harten. His best clothes are visibly just clean work clothes. His belt buckle is rattling from how badly he's shaking. **PELL:** "Stop fidgeting." --- **PANEL 07 — TWO-SHOT** Kael looks sideways at him. **KAEL:** "I'm not fidgeting." **PELL:** "You're pulling your sleeves." --- **PANEL 08 — CLOSE-UP** Kael looks down at his hand. He releases the sleeve. Then notices Pell trembling. **KAEL:** "You're shaking." --- **PANEL 09 — CLOSE-UP — PELL** Pell's face is completely serious. **PELL:** "That's different." Beat. **PELL:** "That's medical." --- **PANEL 10 — SMALL** Kael almost smiles. For the first time, the oppressive atmosphere around him breaks. --- **PANEL 11 — TWO-SHOT** **PELL:** "What do you think you'll get?" **KAEL:** "Iron." Beat. **KAEL:** "Maybe Bronze if I'm lucky." --- **PANEL 12 — CLOSE-UP — PELL** Pell looks horrified. **PELL:** "I just don't want Farmer." --- **PANEL 13** Kael looks at him completely deadpan. **KAEL:** "You could pull turnips very well." --- **PANEL 14 — PELL** **PELL:** "Shut up." --- ### SEQUENCE 03 — THE NOBLES **PANEL 15 — WIDE** The noble section. Velvet rope. Two Silver-rank guards. Silk. Jewelry. Perfect posture. The children stand like they've rehearsed this moment their entire lives. --- **PANEL 16 — CLOSE-UP** A noble boy's polished boots. Another's jeweled bracelet. A third's expensive System-enhancement necklace. --- **PANEL 17 — MEDIUM** Kael watches them from the commoner section. **CAPTION:** *They had been preparing for this day since birth.* --- **PANEL 18 — MEDIUM** Elara Wenthis. Tall. Blonde. Immaculate. She stands at the front of the noble section. Her posture is perfect. Her expression calm. --- **PANEL 19 — CLOSE-UP — ELARA** Her eyes remain fixed on the Pillar. Completely confident. --- **PANEL 20 — KAEL** Kael looks at her. No envy. No hatred. Just distance. **CAPTION:** *They lived in different worlds.* **CAPTION:** *The Pillar was about to make that difference official.* --- ### SEQUENCE 04 — THE PRIESTESS **PANEL 21 — FULL-WIDTH** A bell rings. **SFX:** **KOOOOONG** The entire plaza falls silent. --- **PANEL 22 — UPWARD ANGLE** The balcony of the Royal Palace. High Priestess Seraphina steps forward. White hair cascades over her shoulders. She appears no older than thirty-five. Her eyes are milky white. Blind. Perhaps. --- **PANEL 23 — CLOSE-UP** Seraphina's pale eyes. Despite being blind, they seem to look directly through the entire crowd. --- **PANEL 24 — WIDE** Her Saint-rank aura spreads across the plaza. No visible attack. No violence. Just overwhelming presence. The crowd instinctively straightens. --- **CAPTION:** *The Church was present.* *The System was watching.* --- **PANEL 25 — CLOSE-UP** Seraphina raises one hand. --- **PANEL 26 — SPLASH PANEL** The Divine Pillar suddenly erupts with light. **SFX:** **WHOOOOOM** System energy races through its crystal interior. --- ### SEQUENCE 05 — THE SYSTEM **PANEL 27 — FULL-PAGE SYSTEM OVERLAY** A translucent System notification appears before everyone. **SYSTEM NOTICE** > **DIVINE SYSTEM NOTICE** > > **THE AWAKENING CEREMONY** > > **YEAR 4247** > > *All eligible candidates shall approach the Divine Pillar in designated order.* > > *The System will assign Rank, Class, and Purpose.* --- **PANEL 28 — WIDE** The notification disappears. The crowd begins to move. --- **PANEL 29 — MEDIUM** A noble boy approaches. Confident. --- **PANEL 30 — CLOSE-UP** His hand touches the Pillar. **SFX:** **WHUM** Golden light surrounds him. --- **PANEL 31 — SYSTEM PANEL** > **CANDIDATE: ALDIS MERROW** > > **RANK: SILVER** > > **CLASS: KNIGHT** > > **AUTHORITY: STANDARD** --- **PANEL 32 — CROWD** Polite applause. His family smiles. --- ### SEQUENCE 06 — THE AWAKENINGS **MONTAGE** **PANEL 33** > **IRON — FARMER** A boy looks disappointed. --- **PANEL 34** > **BRONZE — MERCHANT** A girl bursts into tears. Her family embraces her. --- **PANEL 35** > **IRON — LABORER** Silence. --- **PANEL 36** A Silver awakening. The crowd cheers. --- **PANEL 37 — KAEL** Kael watches. The morning sun has climbed higher. Sweat gathers beneath his borrowed clothes. His hand returns to his sleeve. --- **CAPTION:** *Iron.* *Bronze.* *Silver.* *Everyone received something.* --- ### SEQUENCE 07 — PELL HARTEN **PANEL 38 — SYSTEM** > **PELL HARTEN** --- **PANEL 39 — CLOSE-UP — PELL** His face goes white. **PELL:** "...No." --- **PANEL 40** He walks toward the Pillar. His legs visibly shake. --- **PANEL 41 — CLOSE-UP** Pell places his hand against the crystal. --- **PANEL 42** A faint iron-grey glow. --- **PANEL 43 — SYSTEM** > **CANDIDATE: PELL HARTEN** > > **RANK: IRON** > > **CLASS: MERCHANT** > > **AUTHORITY: STANDARD** --- **PANEL 44 — CLOSE-UP** Pell stares. Then his eyes fill with tears. --- **PANEL 45** His father screams from the crowd. **PELL'S FATHER:** "MERCHANT!" --- **PANEL 46** Pell laughs through his tears. He turns toward Kael. Raises both thumbs. --- **PANEL 47 — KAEL** Kael smiles. A tiny nod. --- ### SEQUENCE 08 — ELARA **PANEL 48 — WIDE** The System calls the next name. **SYSTEM:** > **ELARA WENTHIS** --- **PANEL 49 — FULL-BODY** Elara walks toward the Pillar. Her movements are controlled. Elegant. Almost ceremonial. --- **PANEL 50 — CLOSE-UP** Her hand touches the crystal. --- **PANEL 51 — SPLASH** The Pillar erupts in brilliant silver-blue light. **SFX:** **VRAAAAAAM** --- **PANEL 52 — SYSTEM** > **CANDIDATE: ELARA WENTHIS** > > **RANK: SILVER** > > **CLASS: BATTLE MAGE** > > **AUTHORITY: STANDARD** --- **PANEL 53 — NOBLE SECTION** Her family nods. Satisfied. Not surprised. --- **PANEL 54 — KAEL** Kael watches. His expression changes. A cold realization settles over him. **CAPTION:** *The Pillar had decided Elara's path before she was born.* --- **PANEL 55** Kael looks toward Pell. Then toward the nobles. **CAPTION:** *The System was supposed to be fair.* --- **PANEL 56 — CLOSE-UP** Kael's eyes. **CAPTION:** *Everyone said it was.* --- ### SEQUENCE 09 — KAEL VEYRON **PANEL 57 — FULL-WIDTH** The plaza has grown hotter. The crowd has thinned slightly. The list is almost finished. --- **PANEL 58 — SYSTEM** > **KAEL VEYRON** --- **PANEL 59 — EXTREME CLOSE-UP** Kael's pupil contracts. --- **PANEL 60** His breathing becomes visible. **SFX:** **THUMP** --- **PANEL 61** His fingers curl. **SFX:** **THUMP** --- **PANEL 62** He steps forward. --- **PANEL 63 — LONG SHOT** Kael walks alone toward the marble stairs. The enormous Pillar waits above him. The crowd surrounds him. But visually, Kael appears completely isolated. --- **CAPTION:** *One step.* --- **PANEL 64** His foot touches the first marble stair. **CAPTION:** *Two.* --- **PANEL 65** His hand trembles. He forces it still. --- **PANEL 66 — EXTREME WIDE** Kael reaches the top. The Divine Pillar towers above him. --- ### SEQUENCE 10 — THE TOUCH **PANEL 67 — POV** Kael looks at the crystal. System energy moves inside it like blood through veins. --- **PANEL 68 — CLOSE-UP** His fingertips approach the surface. One centimeter. --- **PANEL 69** Touch. --- **PANEL 70 — EXTREME CLOSE-UP** Kael's eyes widen. The System enters him. **SFX:** **MMMMMMMM** --- **PANEL 71 — ABSTRACT** System energy races through his body. His veins appear illuminated. A lattice of information surrounds his consciousness. **CAPTION:** *Sorting.* *Measuring.* *Evaluating.* --- **PANEL 72 — BLACK TRANSITION** The hum stops. --- **PANEL 73 — FULL-WIDTH** The Divine Pillar goes completely black. Not dark blue. Not dim. **BLACK.** The sunlight around it appears swallowed. --- **PANEL 74 — EXTREME CLOSE-UP** Kael's hand remains against the black crystal. His eyes reflect nothing. --- **PANEL 75 — WIDE** The entire plaza freezes. No one moves. --- **PANEL 76** A child in the crowd stares. His mother instinctively pulls him closer. --- **PANEL 77** A priest slowly rises. --- **PANEL 78** Seraphina's expression changes for the first time. Her eyes widen. --- **PANEL 79 — KAEL** Nothing. No System warmth. No hum. No response. --- **PANEL 80 — SILENT PANEL** Five seconds. --- **PANEL 81** Ten. --- ### SEQUENCE 11 — NULL **PANEL 82 — FULL-PAGE SYSTEM** A System notification appears. But unlike the previous notifications— **there is no color.** No gold. No silver. No blue. Only black text inside a stark white frame. > **CANDIDATE: KAEL** > > **FAMILY: VEYRON** > > **AGE: 17** > > **RANK: NULL** > > **CLASS: NULL** > > **AUTHORITY: RESTRICTED** > > **STATUS: SEALED** --- **PANEL 83 — EXTREME CLOSE-UP** Kael's face. He reads it. Again. And again. --- **PANEL 84 — SINGLE WORD** > **NULL** --- **PANEL 85 — SILENCE** No dialogue. --- **PANEL 86 — CROWD** A parent takes a step backward. --- **PANEL 87** Another pulls their child behind them. --- **PANEL 88** Nobles whisper behind gloved hands. --- **PANEL 89** Priests lean toward each other. Their faces are no longer calm. They are afraid. --- **PANEL 90 — CLOSE-UP** Someone in the crowd screams: **VOICE:** "DEFECTIVE!" --- **PANEL 91 — CHAOS** The word spreads. **VOICES:** "Defective!" "Anomaly!" "Broken!" "NULL!" --- **PANEL 92 — KAEL** Kael stands completely motionless. The noise becomes visually distorted around him. --- **CAPTION:** *Not Iron.* *Not Bronze.* *Not Silver.* *Nothing.* --- ### SEQUENCE 12 — THE MESSAGE **PANEL 93 — EXTREME CLOSE-UP** Kael's hand against the black Pillar. Something appears beneath his palm. Ancient symbols. --- **PANEL 94 — POV** Ancient writing burns across the black crystal. No System interface. No notification. Something older. --- **PANEL 95 — CLOSE-UP — KAEL** His expression changes. Confusion. Recognition. --- **PANEL 96 — BLACK BACKGROUND** The ancient words appear. > **RETURN TO THE FORGE, FIRST SOVEREIGN.** --- **PANEL 97** Kael stares. --- **PANEL 98** The inscription disappears. --- **PANEL 99 — KAEL** **KAEL:** "...What?" --- ### SEQUENCE 13 — CAPTURE **PANEL 100** Two priests seize Kael by the arms. --- **PANEL 101 — CLOSE-UP** Their faces. Not disgust. Not anger. Fear disguised as professional composure. --- **PRIEST:** "Come with us." --- **PANEL 102** Kael looks toward the crowd. --- **PANEL 103 — PELL** Pell stands frozen. His Merchant classification forgotten. His face has gone pale. --- **PANEL 104 — KAEL** Kael looks at him. --- **PANEL 105 — PELL** Pell looks back. Neither says anything. --- **PANEL 106 — WIDE** The priests drag Kael down the marble stairs. The black Pillar remains behind him. Still dead. Still black. --- ### SEQUENCE 14 — BENEATH THE PALACE **PANEL 107 — VERTICAL** Stone stairs descend. Kael is led deeper beneath the Royal Palace. The bright plaza disappears above. --- **PANEL 108** White marble becomes grey stone. --- **PANEL 109** Grey stone becomes ancient masonry. --- **PANEL 110** The light disappears. --- **PANEL 111 — WIDE** A small stone room. One bench. One candle. One iron door. No windows. --- **PANEL 112** Kael is pushed inside. --- **PANEL 113** The iron door closes. **SFX:** **CLANG** --- **PANEL 114 — EXTREME CLOSE-UP** The lock turns. **SFX:** **CLICK** --- **PANEL 115 — LARGE SILENT PANEL** Kael sits alone on the bench. Head lowered. The candle flickers. --- ### SEQUENCE 15 — NOBODY **PANEL 116** Kael closes his eyes. --- **PANEL 117** He attempts to summon his System interface. Nothing. --- **PANEL 118** Again. Nothing. --- **PANEL 119 — ABSTRACT** Where there should be a System interface— there is only black. --- **CAPTION:** *No rank.* *No class.* *No stats.* *No skills.* *No credits.* *No connection.* --- **PANEL 120 — KAEL** His eyes open. --- **CAPTION:** *He was invisible to the System.* --- **PANEL 121 — LARGE PANEL** Kael sits alone in the candlelit room. **CAPTION:** *He was Nobody.* --- ### SEQUENCE 16 — THE GLOBAL NOTICE **PANEL 122** The door opens. A young priest enters. He is visibly trembling. --- **PANEL 123** The priest holds a glowing System tablet. --- **PRIEST:** "The System has issued a notice." --- **PANEL 124** Kael looks up. --- **PRIEST:** "A global notice." --- **PANEL 125** The priest turns the tablet around. --- **PANEL 126 — FULL-PAGE SYSTEM PANEL** > ⚠ **SYSTEM ALERT** ⚠ > > **ILLEGAL EXISTENCE DETECTED** > > **SUBJECT:** KAEL VEYRON > > **CLASSIFICATION:** NULL > > **STATUS:** ANOMALY > > **EXECUTION AUTHORIZED** > > **ALL CITIZENS ARE ORDERED TO REPORT SIGHTINGS** > > **REWARD FOR CAPTURE:** > > **500,000 SYSTEM CREDITS** > > **+ RANK PROMOTION** --- **PANEL 127 — EXTREME CLOSE-UP** Kael's eye. The reflection of the words **EXECUTION AUTHORIZED** burns across his pupil. --- **PANEL 128** The priest backs toward the door. --- **PRIEST:** "I'm sorry." --- **PANEL 129** His hand grips the door. **PRIEST:** "I'm so sorry." --- **PANEL 130** He looks at Kael. Terror. **PRIEST:** "They are coming." --- **PANEL 131** The door closes. --- **PANEL 132 — BLACK** Silence. --- **PANEL 133 — FINAL PANEL** Above Kael, muffled through layers of stone— **SFX:** **BOOM** Then— **SCREAMING.** Then— **CLANG.** Then another explosion. Kael slowly raises his head. --- **CAPTION:** *They were already here.* # END OF CHAPTER 1
Parallel world, Huaxia Dragon Kingdom, outside the gates of Modu University. The July breeze, carrying a hint of laziness, brushed past gently, announcing the arrival of the graduation season. Qin Yi, dressed in a black bachelor’s gown with a gray collar, held a bouquet of bright roses in his hands, seemingly unafraid of the scorching sun and indifferent to the countless curious or mocking gazes around him. His eyes were filled with a complex mix of apprehension and expectation, as if he were waiting for an unknown judgment. His gaze was locked on the school gate, silently counting the time in his heart, waiting for that familiar yet strange figure to appear. “Qin Yi, you have to promise me. When we graduate, we’ll wear our bachelor’s gowns together and take a commemorative photo at the school gate. You also have to prepare a big bouquet of roses for me, and then...” Memories flooded back like a tide, as those beautiful times spent with Su Mo replayed in Qin Yi’s mind like a movie. A smile unconsciously tugged at the corners of his mouth; those were the sweet memories that belonged to them. However, beautiful memories are always fleeting. A month ago, Su Mo suddenly initiated a breakup, without any warning or explanation. Her words were like a sharp knife, stabbing deeply into Qin Yi’s heart. “Qin Yi, thank you for taking care of me these past three years and giving me a carefree time in university.” “I used to hear people say that love in university has no results. Breaking up upon graduation is a curse that no one can escape.” “Back then, I didn’t believe it. I thought you were my Prince Charming. I once dreamed that we would be together forever, from the campus to marriage...” “But only now do I understand that I was wrong, completely wrong!” “Love without material substance is like a handful of sand; it doesn’t even need the wind to blow, it just scatters after a few steps.” “So, Qin Yi, you understand what I mean. Let go! If you still love me, don’t come looking for me again.” “For the rest of my life, it will no longer be you!” “Don’t miss me! Don’t reply!” These were the last few words Su Mo had left for Qin Yi on WeChat. Since then, the WeChat chat box between Qin Yi and Su Mo was filled with nothing but one red exclamation mark after another. Today is July 1st, the day the graduates of Modu University leave the campus. Qin Yi had taken an overnight green-skinned train from his hometown of Jingnan to Modu, just to fulfill that original promise. However, the moment he stood at the school gate, he realized how foolish and ridiculous he was. ... At ten o’clock in the morning, it was exceptionally lively outside the gates of Modu University. Students dragged their suitcases out of the campus in an endless stream, their faces filled with expectation for the future and reluctance to leave the past. Among the crowd, a young man in a bachelor’s gown was particularly eye-catching; he was Qin Yi. Although the air was thick with the humidity and sweltering heat of the Plum Rain Season, it did not dampen the enthusiasm of the onlookers. They gathered in small groups, their gazes focused on Qin Yi, as whispers rose and fell. “Hey, look at that guy. Isn’t that Qin Yi, the influential figure from our School of Economics?” a girl wearing glasses pointed at Qin Yi curiously and asked the classmate next to her. “Yes, yes, I remember now, it’s him!” a boy nearby added. “So it’s him. Why is he back now? Didn’t he have his graduation delayed?” a short-haired girl said curiously. “Delayed graduation? Why?” “Cough, you guys don’t know yet? It’s all over the school forum! They say Qin Yi’s family business ran into trouble and they owe a lot of money. Creditors go to his house every few days to demand payment. I heard that a while ago, his dad was even kidnapped by loan sharks and tortured quite badly...” a well-informed student said in a low voice. “Then he still dares to put on such a big show here? Isn’t he afraid the creditors will come knocking?” a tall boy joked. “Who knows, maybe he’s here for one last meeting. I heard that he and Su Mo, the department beauty of the Music Academy, have been dating since their sophomore year. Now Su Mo is really in the spotlight; I wonder if she’ll despise him.” a girl whispered. “Despise him? That’s for sure! If it were me, I would have said goodbye to him long ago. What’s the point of dating without money? It’s just a waste of youth,” a fashionably dressed girl said disdainfully. “Not necessarily. Maybe Su Mo is someone who values feelings. After all, they’ve been together for so long; there’s an emotional foundation,” a seemingly innocent girl defended Qin Yi. “Feelings? In this realistic society, can feelings put food on the table? Just wait and see, Su Mo will definitely break up with him,” a boy wearing headphones asserted coldly. The onlookers discussed fervently, each expressing their own opinions. Some sympathized with Qin Yi’s plight, while others sneered at his behavior. ... Listening to the discussions around him, Qin Yi’s heart felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer. He silently lowered his eyes, and the bouquet of roses in his hand swayed gently in the breeze, as if also recounting his loneliness and helplessness... Yeah, what am I doing back here? Ever since the family business met its Waterloo, those relatives who used to be so warm and welcoming have stayed away as if avoiding a plague, fearing they would be dragged into the turmoil. Come to think of it, Su Mo probably broke up with me for the same reason. Just as Qin Yi was torn in his heart about whether he should quietly leave, another commotion arose in the crowd... “Hey, hey, the main character is out! Want to bet? I bet the great department beauty Su will definitely break up with this kid! How about the loser treats everyone?” “A bet’s a bet. I bet Su Mo will stay loyal. After all, it’s a three-year relationship; it can’t just end like that...” ... Qin Yi took a deep breath, summoned his courage, and looked up toward the school gate. Su Mo’s figure came into view. She was still radiant, with exquisite makeup and a charming smile. Her white lace dress fluttered gently in the wind, like a blooming white lotus. “Mo...” The words reached his lips, but Qin Yi forced them back down. Only because of the look Su Mo had just given him. When Su Mo saw Qin Yi, the smile on her face instantly froze, replaced by undisguised disdain and disgust. However, her gaze only lingered on Qin Yi’s face for a brief moment before immediately moving past him to look at the street behind him, her eyes filled with a bit of panic, as if she were worried about being seen by someone. A moment later, as if a weight had been lifted, Su Mo shifted her gaze back to Qin Yi and walked quickly toward him, her high heels making a crisp “da-da” sound against the ground. “What are you doing here! Didn’t I tell you everything on WeChat?! Can’t you understand? Do I really have to break up with you in person? Fine! Then I’ll tell you one more time! We’ve broken up! Acting like this now only makes me look down on you even more!” Su Mo’s tone was full of disdain and mockery, as if having Qin Yi as an ex was a very shameful thing. The surrounding crowd began to whisper, and the sound of discussion rose and fell. “See, I told you. How could Su Mo still be interested in this fallen Rich Second Generation?” “Sigh, Qin Yi is just asking for trouble. Knowing what kind of person Su Mo is, he still had to pull this stunt.” “I get it, Qin Yi just can’t let go... I heard that when this department beauty Su was dating Qin Yi, she made him spend quite a bit of money on her... Now that Qin Yi’s family is bankrupt, she wants to break up... That’s really heartless!” “I don’t like hearing that. How can you say it’s heartless? Haven’t you heard the saying, ’Husband and wife are like birds in the same forest, but they fly their separate ways when disaster strikes’? If it’s like that for married couples, let alone just a pair of lovers.” “Sigh, yeah. Who would want to be saddled with a mountain of debt right after graduation...” ... Qin Yi’s throat moved as he gripped the bouquet of roses tightly. He knew he was in a wretched state right now, but he still summoned the courage to hand the bouquet to Su Mo. “Momo, do you still remember the promise you made to me when we first started dating?” Hearing this, Su Mo’s expression froze slightly, and a ripple of emotion stirred deep in her heart. “You said that when we graduate, you wanted me to prepare a bouquet of roses for you, and we would wear our bachelor’s gowns together...” However, before Qin Yi could finish, he was interrupted by Su Mo’s impatient wave of her hand. “Qin Yi, stop deceiving yourself! You think doing this will make me change my mind? I’m telling you, it’s impossible! We’ve already broken up. To me, you are nothing now!” “Momo, I didn’t come here today to pester you. I just wanted to fulfill our promise and put a full stop to this relationship.” Qin Yi’s voice was a bit choked. But Su Mo interrupted him impatiently: “Qin Yi, you are truly laughably naive! Do you think doing this can win me back? I’m telling you, it’s over between us! You have nothing now; what do you have to love me with? Just your words?” Qin Yi’s heart felt as if it had been pierced by a sharp blade. He was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly: “Momo, I know I have nothing right now, but I believe I will stand up again. Give me a little time, and I will prove to you that I, Qin Yi, am not someone who only speaks empty words.” Su Mo shook her head coldly: “Qin Yi, stop dreaming! Besides, I’ve already found a new partner; his family background is better than yours, and he’s richer than you. My life now is something you can’t even imagine. So, please don’t show up in front of me again. From now on, we are strangers!” Although Qin Yi had already had a premonition, when these cold and heartless words came out of Su Mo’s mouth, he still felt as if he had been struck by a ruthless heavy hammer. The last faint glimmer of hope in his heart shattered, and it felt as if something had split open in his chest, the pain making it almost impossible for him to breathe. The bouquet of roses that he had been holding tightly now seemed to have lost all its vitality, the petals drooping as if also mourning for this lost relationship. The onlookers also began to chime in with their discussions. “Those words are a bit too much. After all, they were together for three years; there’s no need to be so harsh.” Someone said indignantly. “Yeah, I really didn’t expect that Su Mo, who usually looks so gentle and harmless, would say such hurtful words.” Someone shook their head and sighed. “This is a typical ’Green Tea’; she acts pure and harmless on the surface, but in reality, she’s very calculating.” Someone commented disdainfully. “Sigh, Qin Yi is really pitiful. Being hurt by someone like that, I’m afraid it’ll be hard for him to believe in love again.” Someone sighed sympathetically. “Sigh, sweet words when there’s money, but turning cold and heartless when there’s none.” Someone lamented indignantly. Accused by those around her, Su Mo’s expression gradually became awkward. Her gaze toward Qin Yi, beyond disdain, now held a few more hints of disgust. Just as the atmosphere was about to reach a freezing point, a sharp car horn pierced the silence, drawing everyone’s attention. “Beep, beep, beep—” Everyone turned their heads to see a dazzling yellow sports car speeding over like a shooting star, coming to a steady stop on the street not far away. The sports car had sleek lines and a dazzling luster. The scissor doors slowly rose, and a man wearing sunglasses stepped out with a flourish. “Wow, a sports car! So cool!” “Oh my god, isn’t that the latest Maserati MC20? I heard it costs over three million to get one!” “Holy crap, for real? That expensive?!” “The guy in sunglasses is so handsome, such a strong aura. He’s totally my ideal type!” “He seems to be looking at me... Should I go up and strike up a conversation?” ... The onlookers instantly erupted into a frenzy. Emotions of envy, jealousy, and desire intertwined, forming an indescribable atmosphere. Su Mo’s gaze also shifted away from Qin Yi. When she saw the man in sunglasses walking toward her, her eyes immediately shimmered with a gentle light. Qin Yi watched this, feeling a sharp pang in his heart. Once upon a time, Su Mo used to look at him with such tenderness... Just as the man in sunglasses was about to reach Su Mo, she suddenly lowered her voice and said angrily to Qin Yi, “Qin Yi! Leave quickly. If you don’t care about your Face, I still care about mine!” No sooner had she spoken than the man in sunglasses stood before her. He glanced at Qin Yi, a mocking curve forming at the corner of his mouth. What happened next left the onlookers even more dumbfounded. Disregarding the gazes of Qin Yi and the crowd, the man in sunglasses reached out to wrap his arm around Su Mo’s waist, pulled her into his embrace, and kissed her deeply on the lips. “Whoa—” The onlookers couldn’t help but gasp. Qin Yi’s mind went blank, feeling a surge of rage rising from the bottom of his heart. The bouquet of roses in his hand slipped weakly to the ground. The veins on his forehead bulged, and his fists clenched until they cracked. A moment later, the man in sunglasses separated from Su Mo. He reached out to toy with her hair, his Face full of triumph. After all, kissing the department beauty in front of so many people gave any man a lot of Face. Not to mention, it was right in front of Qin Yi, the ex! Men simply loved to “show off” their affection in front of a woman’s ex to satisfy their own vanity. “Mo Mo, who is he!” Qin Yi’s gaze was like a torch, staring fixedly at the man in sunglasses. He gritted his teeth as if to crush the anger in his heart. The man in sunglasses turned leisurely, his hand sliding down Su Mo’s back. He inadvertently increased his grip, pulling Su Mo close to him, then sized Qin Yi up provocatively. Su Mo felt a bit of pain, but she still feigned a look of happiness on her Face. At this moment, as if declaring his sovereignty, the man in sunglasses pulled his shades down slightly, revealing his arrogant and smug Face with a mocking smile. “Wang Hao!” Qin Yi’s eyes widened. He looked at Wang Hao in disbelief, then turned his gaze back to Su Mo, his voice trembling as he asked, “Mo Mo, you... how can you be with him? Don’t you know? He’s just a scumbag who toys with feelings! He changes girlfriends faster than he changes clothes! You’ll suffer if you’re with him!” Su Mo frowned, her Face showing disgust again as she glared at Qin Yi. “Qin Yi! What right do you have to talk about Brother Hao? I’ve already broken up with you! It’s none of your business who I’m with!” Wang Hao let go of Su Mo, walked up to Qin Yi, circled him, and said in a deliberately mocking tone, “Oho, oho... I wondered which devoted lover it was, but it’s actually Young Master Qin. What’s the matter? Has everything at Young Master Qin’s home been settled? Speaking of which, it’s been about half a year since we last met... Why are you still wearing a graduation gown in this heat? Aren’t you hot?” As Wang Hao spoke, he tugged at the graduation gown Qin Yi was wearing with a look of extreme disdain. Qin Yi clenched his fists, veins bulging as he glared at Wang Hao. “My business is none of your concern!” Wang Hao had never gotten along with Qin Yi; they were classmates. Previously, their family backgrounds were similar, but not only was Qin Yi’s family wealthy, his grades in school were also better than Wang Hao’s. Most importantly, Qin Yi was more handsome than him, so Wang Hao had been overshadowed by Qin Yi in every way during their college years. But who could have imagined that as graduation approached, Qin Yi’s family company would go bankrupt due to a broken capital chain. Not only that, according to Su Mo, Qin Yi’s father also owed a large amount of high-interest debt—the kind that ordinary people couldn’t pay off in several lifetimes even without eating or drinking... When he heard this news, Wang Hao couldn’t have been happier. He thought he had to find an opportunity to thoroughly humiliate Qin Yi and vent his hatred! Unfortunately, as soon as trouble hit Qin Yi’s home, he took a leave of absence and went back. Thus, Wang Hao could only set his sights on Su Mo. For a man, what could be more humiliating than having his woman touched by another? Originally, Wang Hao thought Qin Yi and Su Mo’s relationship was very strong, and it might take some effort. But who knew that Su Mo, who appeared pure and innocent like a white lotus on the surface, was actually a total gold-digger at heart. So, after Qin Yi took his leave and left the school, Wang Hao launched an offensive on Su Mo, showering her with various luxury goods and high-end restaurants regardless of the cost. Finally, a month ago, Su Mo was completely conquered by Wang Hao. At the same time, Wang Hao also learned about Qin Yi’s family matters from Su Mo. The posts on the campus forum about the bankruptcy of Qin Yi’s family were also spread by Wang Hao. Now that he had encountered Qin Yi again, Wang Hao naturally wouldn’t let this chance slip by. He had to “kick the dog while it’s down”! At this point, more and more people were gathering. Su Mo didn’t want things to become public knowledge either; after all, it wasn’t good for her reputation. So, Su Mo lowered her voice and said softly to Wang Hao, “Brother Hao, ignore him. It’s so hot outside, let’s go...” How could Wang Hao listen to Su Mo? He glanced at the roses on the ground and let out a disdainful chuckle. “Hehe, what did Young Master Qin just call me? A scumbag?” As Wang Hao spoke, his hand reached out recklessly to touch Su Mo’s Face. He hooked her chin with his finger and once again, provocatively and roughly, kissed her on the lips. It wasn’t until Su Mo felt she couldn’t breathe properly that Wang Hao let go of her, looking at Qin Yi with a provocative gaze. “Young Master Qin is right! Compared to Young Master Qin’s devotion, I, Wang Hao, am a bit of a scumbag. But so what? I have money! I’m happy to spend money on women. Especially ones like Mo Mo!” “You!” Qin Yi stared at Wang Hao in fury, his fists clenched tight, his eyes looking as if they wanted to devour him. In the past, Wang Hao might have been wary of Qin Yi, as their families were of equal strength. But now, Qin Yi’s actions in Wang Hao’s eyes were nothing more than impotent rage. So, Wang Hao continued to provoke him. “What about ’you’? What? Want to hit me? I’m so scared...” Wang Hao took two more steps toward Qin Yi with a sleazy look, fearlessly thrusting his Face in front of Qin Yi’s. “Come on, hit me right here!” Infuriated, Qin Yi was about to strike out and teach this bastard a lesson. But unexpectedly, Wang Hao let out a cold laugh. “Think carefully! If this punch lands, you’ll either pay up or go to jail!” Qin Yi hesitated... If this were half a year ago, he would have thrown that punch without any hesitation! But now, he no longer had the capital to bear the consequences of that punch. If he were arrested, not only would his studies be affected, but it would also place an even greater burden on his parents... His family could no longer afford it... Thinking of this, Qin Yi backed down, his clenched fists slowly loosening. Seeing this, Wang Hao gave a cold smile and spat disdainfully. “Pah! Dammit, you coward! You’ve got no strength, yet you’re so damn good at putting on an act!” After saying that, Wang Hao lifted his foot and, as if trying to crush Qin Yi to death, stomped hard on the bouquet of roses on the ground. Those once delicate flowers were ruthlessly crushed, and Qin Yi’s heart broke along with them. His dignity, his love, his everything—at this moment, they were all trampled underfoot by this bastard Wang Hao... Qin Yi lowered his eyes, disheartened, wanting only to turn around and leave. But Wang Hao had no intention of letting Qin Yi off so easily! The humiliation wasn’t enough! “Stop! Did I say you could leave?!” Qin Yi looked up, his eyes flashing with the light of anger. “Wang Hao! Don’t you fucking go too far!” he roared. Wang Hao showed no fear; instead, he became even more arrogant. “Too far? I’ll show you what ’too far’ means!” He snatched the bag from Su Mo’s shoulder, pulled out a few bills, and threw them in Qin Yi’s Face. “Take this money as compensation for you!” Having said that, Wang Hao was about to turn and leave, but then seemed to remember something. He leaned into Qin Yi’s ear and whispered another mockery. “By the way, there’s one thing I almost forgot to tell you! I took Su Mo’s first time! Qin Yi, should I call you devoted or just stupid? I really didn’t expect that after being with Su Mo for three years, she was still a virgin... Back then, you were rich and handsome, so why didn’t you just take her? Could it be that your equipment doesn’t work? But I should still thank you for that! Don’t worry, after my day-and-night training during this time, she’s very familiar with all kinds of positions now! Oh, by the way, I have plenty of videos and photos on my phone. If you’re interested, I don’t mind letting you have a look! After all, sharing joy is better than keeping it to yourself...” Qin Yi was completely enraged. “Wang Hao! Fuck your ancestors!” He threw a punch toward Wang Hao’s Face. Since Wang Hao had chosen to use this matter to completely provoke Qin Yi, he was naturally prepared. He quickly retreated and grabbed Su Mo, pulling her in front of him. Wang Hao was different from Qin Yi; he wouldn’t cherish Su Mo just because she was his woman now. To him, women were nothing more than playthings! He, Wang Hao, wouldn’t be as stupid as Qin Yi and get hurt for a woman! “Ah...” Su Mo screamed and closed her eyes, terrified. Qin Yi’s punch stalled in mid-air; he hesitated. Taking the opportunity, Wang Hao raised his leg and kicked Qin Yi hard in the abdomen. Qin Yi staggered back in pain, glaring at Wang Hao. “Wang Hao! You bastard! You actually used a woman as a shield!” he roared. “Hahaha, Qin Yi! If I say you’re stupid, you really are! Think carefully! Can you afford the consequences of hitting me? Think about your dad, think about your mom, think about the debts your family owes! You useless trash!” Qin Yi looked at Wang Hao, his eyes nearly bursting. His fists clenched tighter and tighter, but in the end, he let go... Some of the people around shook their heads and sighed, feeling the injustice for Qin Yi; others mocked him, calling him a spineless coward... But only Qin Yi knew that although he had lost, he hadn’t lost to Wang Hao, but to his family ties! Seeing Qin Yi like this, Wang Hao laughed loudly and turned around, his hand recklessly resting on Su Mo’s perky butt, squeezing it at will. “Let’s go! Dammit, I’m happy today! Which bag did you mention last time?” “Oh, you’re so annoying, Brother Hao, so many people are watching...” Su Mo pressed close to Wang Hao, pulling his wandering arm around her waist. Her voice was extremely artificial, as if she had already forgotten how Wang Hao had just used her as a human shield. “Let them look! Let them watch...” Soon, amidst gazes of either envy or disdain, Wang Hao and Su Mo got into the yellow sports car. Then, the engine roared, and the yellow sports car thundered away from Modu University. Seeing that the main parties had left, the onlookers also lost interest. Meanwhile, Qin Yi remained standing there dazed. A clear footprint had been added to his graduation gown. A few hundred-yuan bills were scattered on the ground, drifting in the breeze along with the crushed rose petals.