"My will of tyranny..."
Wei Xiaofeng's gaze slowly grew dazed.
"Was it going to dissolve today?"
He glanced at Lin An again.
The man was offering far too much.
So much that continuing to stand his ground almost felt rude.
Was this the power of capital?
Had I been wrong all along?
He had fought so hard to resist, to preserve his dignity, to prove that poor people could have backbone too.
Yet reality had told him-
As long as I sucked up to the right rich person, I could get a hundred million for free in a single day?
Wei Xiaofeng sank into a fierce ideological struggle.
Was the only way out for us penniless bastards to become rich people's lapdogs?
No, impossible.
My will of tyranny couldn't waver so easily.
But...
He really was offering far too much.
Wei Xiaofeng closed his eyes in anguish.
The evils of capitalism were corroding my soul.
As their departure approached, Wu Zhangkong was practically walking on air.
The cold-faced heartthrob whose face normally seemed coated in perpetual frost kept forcing down the corners of his mouth today, only for them to curl upward again.
The school had arranged a chartered bus specifically for this trip.
Once everyone from Class Zero boarded, Wu Zhangkong sat at the front.
He worked hard to maintain his dignity as their homeroom teacher.
Meanwhile, he began giving them more detailed information about the Spirit Ascension Platform and the Spirit Realm.
"At present, there are only eighteen fully constructed, large-scale Spirit Ascension Platforms in operation worldwide."
"Don't go treating them like ordinary simulated training grounds."
The students who had been laughing and joking quieted down a little.
At this point, Wu Zhangkong's tone grew noticeably more serious.
"They are vast virtual mental worlds, ultimately constructed through