Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Lin Mo sighed, rubbing his forehead.

It's confirmed.

This old man is really himself!

Or rather, it's another version of yourself from a parallel universe!

Physically traversing the world while carrying the rented house.

The computer is powered by lightning.

Teach the Nine Netherworld Empress how to play King of Glory.

Is this something a human being could do?!

Lin Mo turned to the next page.

The pages of the diary have yellowed.

"Day 300. Cultivating immortality is too boring. I'm already invincible. That righteous guy tried to suppress me, but I retaliated with a powerful move."

This is boring, really boring. It's lonely at the top. I'm craving spicy hot pot.

"Day 1000. Luo Xue has grown up and become more and more beautiful. But this girl is a bit stubborn; she absolutely refuses to learn how to take the driving test (Part 3)."

But lately I've been feeling like something's not right. This world seems like a huge deception, and I have to go and investigate..."

The writing abruptly ends here.

Behind it was a huge blob of black ink.

Lin Mo stared at the line of words, his expression grave.

A huge scam?

The Ultimate Villain System?

So, the other system you're bound to is different from your own?

Also, what does "huge scam" mean?

The Truman Show?

The Matrix?

Lin Mo felt like his CPU was about to overheat.

Too much information.

"What are you looking at?"

Luo Xue leaned closer, craning her neck to look into the diary.

Lin Mo snapped the notebook shut, his movements as swift as lightning, and casually shoved it into his pocket.

"Nothing much. Just flipping through. Seeing if any secret manuals of unparalleled martial arts techniques have been left behind."

Lin Mo made it up on the spot.

Luo Xue was skeptical.

"My master never writes. He says that writing is a tool for the weak to record their mediocrity."

Lin Mo rolled his eyes.

Installed.

Keep installing.

Old Deng must have been a severe case of chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) back then.

Lin Mo pulled out the gaming chair in front of his computer desk and plopped down in it.

My brain is working at lightning speed.

We must find out the truth about this old Deng.

He casually reached into the pen holder on the table and pulled out a black ballpoint pen.

It is held between the index and middle fingers.

With a flick of the thumb.

The pen spun rapidly at my fingertips.

a circle.

Two laps.

Forward rotation.

Reverse.

Thumb circles.

Make a circle with your index finger.

Lin Mo's pen-twirling movements were fluid and graceful.

It's purely muscle memory.

This is a skill I honed in my early morning advanced mathematics classes back in the day.

Luo Xue stood to the side, her gaze fixed on Lin Mo's hands.

The black pen danced between Lin Mo's fingers, transforming into a black afterimage.

Luo Xue's heart skipped a beat.

She had seen this strange hand gesture before.

Back then, when Master sat here in a daze, he often held this thing in his hand, twirling it between his fingertips.

action.

frequency.

Even the habit of pressing the pen cap with the thumb after turning it is exactly the same!

Luo Xue was breathing rapidly.

Red eyes stared intently at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo suddenly stopped spinning his pen.

Snapped.

He slammed the pen on the table.

He suddenly stood up.

The movement was too large, and the gaming chair slid back more than a meter.

"what!"

Luo Xue was startled and took half a step back.

Lin Mo placed his hands on the table, leaned forward, and looked directly at Luo Xue.

"I have a few questions for you."

"Huh? What's the problem?"

Luo Xue was still in shock from spinning the pen.

What are your master's hobbies?

Luo Xue shook her head.

"Apart from seclusion, Master would sit on a stone seat, lost in thought."

"What does he like to eat? Sweet or salty? Does he eat cilantro?"

Luo Xue continued to shake her head.

"My master has long since abstained from grains and never eats anything of the ordinary."

"What clothes does he usually wear? Besides the white robe, what else does he wear? Has he ever worn floral shorts?"

Luo Xue's eyes widened.

What's the secret weapon behind floral underwear?

"My master always wears white robes, unchanged for ten thousand years."

Lin Mo was furious.

"He must have some kind of quirk, right? Like picking his toes? Listening to music? Or snoring at night?"

Luo Xue's face showed displeasure.

"My master is high above, like a god; how could he possibly engage in such vulgar behavior as you describe!"

Lin Mo remained silent.

Ask three questions.

This apprentice is acting like a fake fan.

They only know how to blindly worship, without even figuring out the true idol's private information.

"OK."

Lin Mo waved his hand.

"One last question."

He walked around the computer desk and stood in front of Luo Xue.

The two were less than half a meter apart.

"Does your master have a heart-shaped birthmark on his lower back?"

Luo Xue was stunned.

"birthmark?"

"Yes. About this size."

Lin Mo gestured with his hand to form a circle the size of a coin.

"At the left lower back position."

Luo Xue shook her head.

"I have no idea."

"How could you not know? Aren't you his closest disciple?"

"I'm your disciple, not your partner! How would I know if my master has a birthmark?"

"You really don't know?"

"have no idea!"

Lin Mo sighed.

"It seems we have no choice but to use physical verification."

He turned around and forcefully lifted it up with both hands.

He simply lifted his shirt to reveal his muscular back.

"Look."

Lin Mo pointed to his left lower back.

There was a small, dark red birthmark there, shaped exactly like a heart.

"If your master also has this birthmark, then it's completely confirmed."

Lin Mo waited for a long time.

There was no sound from Luo Xue.

He turned his head away.

Luo Xue was practically burning up.

The redness spread from her neck to her ears.

"What are you doing?!"

Luo Xue stammered.

"I'll show you my birthmark."

Lin Mo spoke with righteous indignation.

"Who wants to see your waist!" Luo Xue stomped her foot.

"What's wrong with looking at it? It's not like you'll lose a piece of flesh."

Lin Mo put down the clothes and turned around.

Seeing Luo Xue's humiliated and indignant expression, Lin Mo found it amusing.

"I say, Your Majesty."

"Isn't your reaction time a little too long?"

"Previously, in the stone chamber above, on the ice bed."

"We've seen what we should have seen, and we've also seen what we shouldn't have seen. We've even had close contact."

"Look at your waist now, what are you being shy about?"

Luo Xue's mind went blank.

"You! You're shameless!"

After hurling insults, he turned and ran away.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed out of the room and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

……

It was late at night.

A large hole has appeared in the dome of the Blood Crystal Temple.

The bright moonlight poured down through the hole, shining directly on a figure in the center of the ruins.

Lin Mo crossed his arms and leaned against the broken stone pillar.

Looking ahead.

Luo Xue was sitting cross-legged on a half-broken piece of white jade slab.

Her long, silver hair cascaded down like a waterfall, its strands shimmering with a cool glow under the moonlight.

She changed into a loose white robe.

However, her cross-legged posture still revealed her two long, beautiful legs without reservation.

Her tightly fitted waist accentuated her slender figure, making her appear almost too delicate to be grasped.

Look upwards.

His clothes were slightly open because of his sitting posture.

Large swaths of snow-white skin were exposed to the air.

The two majestic mountain peaks rose and fell dramatically with her breath.

The deep ravines are faintly visible.

The moonlight seemed to coat the snow-white ground with a glaze, making people dizzy.

Lin Mo's Adam's apple bobbed.

This woman is truly well-endowed.

A cold, aloof face paired with a devilish figure.

Absolutely.

It's a textbook example of being both innocent and alluring.

But at this moment.

Luo Xue's condition was clearly not right.

She closed her eyes tightly, her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed.

Tiny beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead.

It slid down her slender neck and disappeared into the deep ravine.

Although the surrounding spiritual energy was abundant despite its thinness, she just couldn't calm down and focus on cultivation.

Luo Xue bit her lower lip, her fingers gripping the fabric on her knees tightly.

My mind is completely blank.

I just can't calm down!