Childhood Exposed!

Dai Mubai reached out and flicked Zhu Zhuqing's nose, laughing:

"Alright, stop making fun of them."

As he spoke, he felt a sense of anticipation.

If they won this comparison, he wondered what kind of reward the Heavenly Dao would bestow?

Would it be enough to help his plan to "unify the continent" progress even faster?

Under the gaze of the masses.

The image on the Sky Screen finally began to shift.

[Comparison begins!]

[Phase One: Childhood Experiences!]

The screen split in two.

On the left was the Black World, and on the right was the White World.

The first to light up was the image of the Black World on the left.

[Black World, Dai Mubai is born!]

In the image.

The Star Luo Empire palace was decorated with lanterns and streamers, filled with the sounds of gongs and drums.

An infant arrived in the world amidst the anticipation of the masses.

Those iconic evil eyes immediately sent shockwaves through the entire royal family.

"Born with double pupils!"

"This is an auspicious omen!"

"This child is destined for greatness!"

The old emperor held the baby, grinning from ear to ear, and immediately bestowed countless treasures upon him.

Following that.

The scene shifted.

It displayed Dai Mubai's life during his early childhood.

It was truly a life of luxury, pampered and spoiled.

He had dedicated maids to feed him, eunuchs to carry him, and if he wanted any toy—even the stars in the sky—someone would find a way to pluck them down for him.

He was surrounded by countless sycophants.

"His Highness the Third Prince is truly a dragon among men!"

"His Highness the Third Prince will surely ascend the throne in the future!"

In the image, the young Dai Mubai, dressed in magnificent brocade robes with a priceless Soul Tool hanging around his neck, looked arrogant as he commanded a group of maids and eunuchs to play with him.

Seeing this scene.

The commoners and low-level soul masters of the Black World turned green with envy.

They were so jealous!

"Is this what the life of a prince is like?"

"Born at the finish line; his talent for reincarnation is unmatched."

"Sigh, comparing people is infuriating. When I was a kid, I was playing in the mud, while he was already living like a king in the palace."

"Although Mubai was born into nobility, this was also the source of his pressure."

Yu Xiaogang spoke up at this moment, trying to save face, "Royal struggles are cruel; these material comforts cannot mask the psychological pressure."

However.

Only Dai Mubai, the person involved, felt a cold sweat bead on his forehead as he watched the image on the Sky Screen.

His eyes darted around, looking quite guilty.

Others only saw his glitz and glamour.

Only he knew the truth.

This was merely a facade.

When he was young, although his material life was abundant, he actually lived in constant fear.

His eldest brother, Dai Weisi, hung over him like a massive mountain.

Although the image showed him playing, in reality, he was hiding.

He was afraid of being targeted by his eldest brother, so he deliberately acted like a playboy, pretending to be obsessed with pleasure.

How was this living the good life?

This was clearly cowardice!

Even so, upon hearing the flattery from those around him, Dai Mubai straightened his back, feigning an expression that suggested, "I had a very happy childhood."

The images on the Sky Screen continued to shift.

Soon, they arrived at the time when Dai Mubai was five years old.

In the scene.

Five-year-old Dai Mubai was playing hide-and-seek in the Imperial Garden with a group of guards.

He ran until he was drenched in sweat, his face beaming with a carefree smile.

Because he was so caught up in play, he even skipped his lessons for the day.

When his teacher came to find him, he used his status as a prince to scold the man away.

Seeing this.

Though the people in the Black World felt the child was a bit mischievous, most expressed understanding.

"He's five, after all; it's the age for playing."

"A prince is still human. It's nice to see some childhood innocence."

"Indeed, this just goes to show that young Dai Mubai was pure and had no ulterior motives."

Everyone was busy singing his praises.

After all, the current Dai Mubai was a Title Douluo and a high-ranking official of the allied forces.

Who would dare speak ill of him?

Watching the five-year-old child in the Sky Screen, running wildly through the Imperial Garden and looking smug because he had skipped his cultivation lessons.

Black World.

The atmosphere in the open space of the Heaven Dou Camp was quite relaxed.

Many soldiers looked at the well-fed, richly dressed little boy; while their eyes held a hint of jealousy toward the wealthy, they mostly found it normal.

After all, he was a prince.

A person born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

"There's nothing wrong with this."

Oscar held a large sausage in his hand, took a bite, and mumbled vaguely:

"Isn't five years old just the age for playing in the mud?"

"Even if Boss Dai was a bit naughty back then, it just shows his childhood innocence remained intact."

Ma Hongjun nodded repeatedly from the side, his small eyes squinting into slits:

"Exactly, exactly."

"If I had been born in the palace, I would play every day too."

"Cultivation is such a chore; let whoever wants to do it, do it."

Standing in the center of the crowd, Yu Xiaogang had his hands clasped behind his back, his stiff, "Grandmaster" demeanor appearing exceptionally tolerant at this moment.

He looked at the Sky Screen, his tone calm:

"At birth, people are inherently good, but also inherently playful."

"A five-year-old child's mind is not yet mature; seeking pleasure is simply human nature."

"This actually proves Mubai's authenticity."

"Only by experiencing such a carefree childhood can one unleash greater resilience when facing setbacks later in life."

Yu Xiaogang's theory was articulated with perfect logic.

The surrounding Shrek members nodded one after another, feeling that the Grandmaster was indeed the Grandmaster; his perspective on issues was always so sharp and profound.

Only Tang San.

He stood there, and although his Purple Demon Eye was not activated, deep within his eyes lay a hidden envy.

Five years old?

What was he doing when he was five?

He was in that dilapidated blacksmith shop in Holy Soul Village, standing on a small stool to reach the stove to cook porridge.

He also had to take care of his father, who was drunk all day and did nothing but sleep.

Forget being pampered with fine food and clothing; even having a bowl of porridge with actual rice in it was a luxury.

Looking at Dai Mubai in the scene again.

The fabric of that single outfit was likely enough to cover the expenses of Holy Soul Village for an entire year.

"This is fate."

Tang San sighed inwardly, but he did not show it on his face, merely nodding in agreement.

"The teacher is right."

"Although Boss Dai comes from the imperial family, he hasn't become arrogant because of it, which is truly rare."

Hearing everyone's defense.

Dai Mubai, the person involved, felt the heart that had been hanging in his chest finally settle down completely.

He reached up to wipe away non-existent sweat from his forehead, his evil eyes glowing once again with a confident radiance.

"Sigh, the past is too painful to look back on."

Dai Mubai shook his head with feigned solemnity, though the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl upward:

"I was truly too young back then, I didn't understand anything."

"I only knew how to play all day long, making a fool of myself in front of everyone."

"But it's for the best; it's precisely because of that experience that I cherish strength even more now."

With this move, he was playing at a whole different level.

He had simultaneously acknowledged his past playfulness and highlighted his current dedication.

The people of the Black World held him in even higher regard.

However.

As the scene shifted to the White World.

Inside the imperial palace of the Star Luo Empire, the atmosphere was completely different from that of the Black World.