I'm Still That Boy Who Pays to Win

All along, Shi Tiexin had been intensely curious about Black Venerable's identity.

When he had first arrived, this identity and mission had placed immense psychological pressure on him. Back then, he was weak and low-ranking. The vagueness of his identity and mission had left him deeply confused about his role, and he had constantly feared that a careless word or wrong move would arouse suspicion and lead to terrible consequences.

Times had changed. Now, he was no longer afraid of saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing. In Tokyo, no one could criticize him or question him anymore.

The growth of his personal strength had given him the courage to face anything head-on.

But he was still very curious. What exactly were this identity and this so-called mission?

After all, it concerned the Destiny Mission.

Looking at Black Venerable's first three Destiny Missions—rampaging unchecked, standing at the highest level, do as one pleases—they seemed to follow a rebellious path. Shouldn't he have been indifferent toward identity and mission, even somewhat defiant?

If so, then whether there was a mission or not should not have mattered.

But the fourth mission, Soul of Freedom:

Freedom was not frivolous indulgence, but the ability to choose how to bear one's burdens.

Judging from that description, this was clearly not entirely the path of a prodigal. And although they normally had no direct exchanges, Shi Tiexin could sense that Black Venerable, who had always been taciturn, was not the prodigal type either. This mission had to be important.

So—

"What exactly is the Third Frontline?" This was the first time Shi Tiexin had been able to control himself in the dream training ground and say what he wanted, rather than merely experiencing the avatar's memories from a first-person perspective.

Of course, perhaps Black