The Yin family is truly wealthy.

The several side halls, provided for guests to rest and chat before the banquet, were frighteningly spacious. They weren't vulgarly opulent with gold, yet every detail was clearly a result of careful design and consideration. This allowed guests to fully relax without losing a touch of solemn and ancient elegance.

The guests here were clearly familiar with each other, clustering together in groups to chat. Meanwhile, the attendants serving in the corners would discreetly bring over fruit plates and tea. They would then withdraw unobtrusively, only stepping forward to offer service when guests signaled.

Although alcohol wasn't available yet, all other kinds of amusements such as cigars, card games, and snacks were readily available. While the adults chatted or engaged in discussions, the children gathered at the edge of the hall and in front of the television, playing games.

In this atmosphere of elegance and warmth, there was, unfortunately, a discordant note.

The young man sitting in a chair near the main entrance, legs crossed, head down, playing a game.

Attracting attention was not Huai Shi's intention, but unfortunately... aside from his eye-catching long hair and appearance, he was also the only one not wearing formal attire. Over a T-shirt emblazoned with a large robot, he wore a dusty overcoat and even sported a pair of dirty running shoes with several cracks on the sides—battle scars from Xiematai. He hadn't had the chance to change after his return and even carried a sword. His style was completely different from everyone else's.

Upon entering, he asked for the Wi-Fi password. Then, he neatly took out his phone, booted up *Silent Crown*, and instantly locked "Hand of God." He then started his joyous journey of ranking up amidst his teammates' flowery language. Fully focused and engrossed, even several kids were attracted by his play, standing behind him, shouting tips.

"Ult now! Ult!"

"Don't be scared of low health; no need to go home, just farm more experience..."

"Kill steal, quick, steal the kill!"

Hearing their professional advice, Huai Shi went with the flow. He managed to lose three games in just ten minutes, departing amidst his teammates' slowly typed '¿' while hiding his skills and keeping a low profile. He was met with cheers and admiring gazes from the children, along with their deep puzzlement—with skills that bad, how on earth did he reach the Saints rank?

"Tsk, what kind of look is that?" Huai Shi raised an eyebrow and started another game. "Watch closely now, it's time to show my true skills!"

Then he ended up matched with the same teammates from the last game, naturally greeted by four despairing question marks.

"Young people nowadays just can't handle it; they want to surrender at the slightest setback." Huai Shi shook his head, resigned, then turned to the kids. "When you grow up, you can't be like them. You need to be like your big brother here—a useful member of society, understand?"

For the first time, the children saw someone so shameless they didn't know whether to agree or to argue.

But when Huai Shi looked up, he saw a man walking towards him, standing in front of him.

"Huai Shi, right?" The man, wearing a mocking and arrogant expression, pointed upstairs. "Miss Yin Xing invites you upstairs for a chat."

"I'm in a team fight right now. Have some awareness, will you?"

Huai Shi glanced indifferently upstairs, then returned his gaze to his game. "I'm not going."

The stranger's brows furrowed, and his expression turned sour. Seeing this, the children behind Huai Shi took it as a cue to run off and keep their distance. They went back to their parents, inviting a slew of unexpected glances.

"Friend, letting you sit here peacefully is already a great honor bestowed upon you." He bent down, patted Huai Shi's shoulder, and lowered his voice, "Don't be ungrateful."

"Do you know who I am?" Huai Shi asked without looking up. This made the man pause. Then, he heard the young man sigh, "You definitely don't know me..."

In that instant, a crisp sound emitted from his phone. Huai Shi's fingers danced across the screen—the "Hand of God" that had been slacking suddenly blinked into the middle of the team fight, seizing a fleeting opportunity. Following that, the level-ten ultimate, "The New World of Self," activated.

Instantly, the screen filled with dazzling flashes. Just three seconds later, all four low-health enemies were harvested. Amid the incredulous question marks from his teammates, Huai Shi smirked mischievously, casually turned off the game, looked up, and studied the man's face, which was slowly taking on a greenish hue.

He shook his head in pity. "If you knew me, you wouldn't have touched my shoulder."

The Source Substance virus, which had sprouted from the Mountain Ghost's mixed Source Substance, had already taken root through that fleeting touch. It blossomed and bore fruit on his body, spreading a crystallizing effect through his fat until, finally, it turned him into a statue encased in a wax shell. His pupils trembled and dilated; all that remained were violent, strained breaths, accompanied by a murky sound from his lungs. Breathing was difficult.

Huai Shi stuffed his phone into his pocket, stood up, and faced everyone's gazes. He reached into his coat, gripped something from the inner pocket, pulled it out, and aimed the dark cylinder at the newcomer's terror-stricken face.

Ah, it was a marker pen.

Huai Shi popped the cap off, signed his name with a flourish on the man's forehead, and then, thoughtfully, drew a misshapen heart on his face.

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