The Second Reinforcement

Although Li Nian's explanation had temporarily clarified Good Night's abilities for Qianhuan, he still couldn't think of any good way to counter them.

After all, this kind of purely enhancement-based ability was actually very difficult to deal with.

Meanwhile, Good Night only grew fiercer as the battle continued. He charged at Qianhuan like a vengeful ghost, hefting the smoke-belching keyboard in his hands and muttering under his breath.

"Xi Ba, you young, hopeful bastard. You even awakened a 'class' called 'Magician,' which sounds so damn cool. You must have big dreams, right? Your family's pretty well-off too, right? And you've got so much damn hair, too. It's really unfair, you know? Do you know what kind of environment I was born into, or what I went through before I could stand here tonight? Do you know how terrifying it was to worry about air-raid sirens going off at four in the morning every night, wondering if the North would attack? Do you know what it's like to sneak into this country, have no identification, get cheated by a heartless boss at a factory, work twelve hours a day, and work ten days straight just to get one day off? You spoiled Xi Ba bastard born in a peaceful country with a privileged upbringing!"

Good Night's words were neither hoarse screams nor tearful accusations. He merely muttered them under his breath while bringing the increasingly heavy keyboard crashing down.

He had no techniques or variations. He simply smashed the keyboard downward.

Every strike was plain and unadorned, yet carried the weight of ten thousand jun.

That was the weight of the life Good Night had endured up to this point—those invisible burdens and pressures were being transformed into tangible power through the [Grievance Core] from another world.

"But I endured it