"Uncle Liu, you're exaggerating. I'm just an ordinary, unremarkable person."

What nonsense is he spouting!

This girl needs to help me with miscellaneous chores in the future, if you demoralize her, who's going to do the work?

But hearing his words, Liu Hongbin slowly turned his head, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

In the past few days, he's gathered deep insights about him, everything this guy does shocks Liu Hongbin's worldview and makes him question life.

Defeating Japan's three mythical gods one-on-three.

Single-handedly opposing the Heavenly Dao Will, defeating eight Children of Destiny, forcibly altering the world line, reshaping the river of fate.

This is already close to the level of a creator, the next step is the annihilation and creation of worlds...

A person who ascended with [Abyss Level] with the [Abyss], and you're telling me you're just an ordinary person?!!

Do you even hear what you're saying?!

Crude words swirled in his chest, Liu Hongbin hesitated to speak, finally turning all his words into a deep sigh.

"Little Zhu, being too modest is just hypocrisy."

Zhu Haomiao: "..."

On the other side, with complex glances shifting between Zhu Haomiao and Liu Hongbin, Bai Linglong seemed to understand something, biting her lip, and resignedly nodded her head.

"Uncle Liu, I understand, I will do my best to assist him."

Upon hearing this, Liu Hongbin nodded with relief, patting her shoulder as a gesture of comfort.

"Linglong, I've been an old comrade with your mom for years, don't blame Uncle Liu for being so blunt, some things are said for your own good, hiding them would only harm you."

After accepting the facts, Bai Linglong's repressed emotions gradually calmed down, replaced by a cat-like curiosity.

Her beautiful eyes quietly sized up Zhu Haomiao, wanting to know what terrifying inner self was hidden within this seemingly frail and delicate little brother, to the extent that Uncle Liu disregarded his own dignity and directly quelled her competitive desires.

Noticing that the young girl had gradually adjusted her attitude, Liu Hongbin nodded secretly, smiling at the two of them.

"Alright, it's about time, you can go in if you're ready."

Stepping aside, Liu Hongbin revealed a chaotic membrane shimmering in all colors in front of them, watching the writhing membrane, Zhu Haomiao looked at Bai Linglong, signaling with his eyes.

You first?

"No, you go first."

Having accepted her position as the younger one, Bai Linglong quickly got into character.

Seeing this, Zhu Haomiao did not insist, smiling and nodding, stepping boldly through the Gate, disappearing before their eyes.

It wasn't until the young man completely disappeared that Bai Linglong gritted her teeth and looked at Liu Hongbin.

"Uncle Liu, within allowable limits... who exactly is he?"

After hesitating for two seconds, Liu Hongbin sighed deeply.

"Linglong, humans cannot be compared to monsters, that is courting trouble, understand?"

With Liu Hongbin's meaningful whisper echoing in her ears, listening to his emphasis on the word "human," Bai Linglong seemed to understand something, just feeling a chill rushing through her back.

"Although I can't tell you in detail, since you have the fortune to work together with an existence of this level, use your own eyes..."

"To see for yourself one of the most terrifying existences in the world, and just how incredible it is..."

"But remember, don't attempt to stand shoulder to shoulder with him, that would be damaging to your [Dao Heart]."

In a lingering warning, Liu Hongbin patted Bai Linglong's shoulder and turned to leave, leaving the young girl alone, staring at the gate where Zhu Haomiao vanished, determinedly biting her lip.

"I must see for myself... what kind of monster he really is?"

Murmuring softly, Bai Linglong, with discontent and curiosity, strode forward, following Zhu Haomiao's footsteps into the writhing Gate.

......

After a dizzying sensation of weightless falling, Zhu Haomiao lay on a bed and slowly opened his eyes, fragments of hazy, illusory memories flashing through his mind.

Li Lin, 15 years old, the only child in the family, lost his mother at a young age, father died in battle a year ago, inherited the [Pingyang Earl] title...

Then, after the three-month mourning period ended, the unrestrained Li Lin completely let himself go, indulging in all vices without any mentor, squandering the several generations' accumulated wealth of [Pingyang Earl] within just over a year...

Carefully digesting the information in his memory, Zhu Haomiao pinched his temples with a bit of a headache.

Good news: The place of arrival is the [Da Zhen] Imperial City, no need to wander around aimlessly.

Bad news: The assumed identity is a prodigal son...

How can he play the role of a prodigal son without slipping up?

Zhu Haomiao mused deeply, seriously pondering, and analyzing, finally coming to a sudden realization.

With the [Book of Black], does he still need to act?

I just need to restrain myself a bit!

Soon, the initial sense of disillusionment from the arrival gradually dissipated, Zhu Haomiao sat up from the bed, instinctively reaching to his waist.

When his fingertips touched the familiar leather texture, the young man's mind stirred, a small snow-white head instantly poked out from the pouch, looking around with excitement and curiosity.

"Squeak!"

After letting Diao Chan out to roam freely, Zhu Haomiao started examining the environment he was in.

The ancient-styled bedroom was luxurious and elegant, but apart from a bed and some living items, the room felt quite empty, with a few empty wine jugs scattered around, the thick aroma of wine lingering in the air.

Did he drink himself to death?

No wonder he has such a headache, feeling a bit nauseous and wanting to vomit...

Rubbing his temples, Zhu Haomiao stood up, opened the window, and the cold air rushing in refreshed him.

Wiping his face, Zhu Haomiao walked to the smooth, polished copper mirror, carefully observing the young man in the reflection.

It can be seen, the young man has good features, his parents were probably both good-looking, the bone structure of his features was very delicate.

But the obvious dark circles from excessive indulgence and the lifeless, dull eyes instantly brought his appearance down two levels.

Not to mention the undisguisable gloominess between his eyebrows, the thin, sickly form, and the sly, sneaky demeanor, making one involuntarily feel aversion at first sight.

Just like... a rat in a dark drain...

Rubbing his chin, Zhu Haomiao gazed at his reflection, not dwelling on these minor details.

Because he knew, no matter how Li Lin looked, under the reality-projection fusion, illusion and true form would ultimately converge into one.

This means "Li Lin" would increasingly look like his real self!

Furthermore, to someone with the [Lust] authority like himself, appearance is the least of his concerns.

Most importantly, as the saying goes, one's appearance is born from the heart, and such qualities can change with a single thought.

With a thought, Zhu Haomiao slowly straightened his body, the habitually stooped, curled posture little by little became upright, his unfocused eyes gradually gathered, sparking a hint of spirit light.