All along, Fang Ran had never considered himself anyone remarkable in real life.
His growth, his strength, his uninhibited flamboyance—all of it had been left in the world on the other side of the Night Battle.
In reality, he had simply been content to play the ordinary role of a cheerful college student, never thinking of using his abilities to change that.
It had once driven Meng Lang, the young master, and the others to despair over just how much of a slacker he was.
But—
"Please imagine the most formidable private identity you know of in reality."
"From this moment onward, that is who you are."
Perhaps it was because he had come to an entirely different land. Perhaps it was because that was how a ceo ought to act.
Or perhaps, during those nights beneath Beijing's cold wind, when he had used his abilities to complete that list, he had already begun to exceed his original identity.
Having arrived in this prosperous district at the very top of the global economy, and hearing Adeline speak with such certain, almost arrogant conviction after he got out of the car—
Fang Ran suddenly thought that perhaps, in reality—
He could also be a little more uninhibited.
"Is that so? I understand."
Lowering his head from where he had been looking up, he let out a soft breath, wondering how she always managed to say things that shook him like this. Then Fang Ran raised his gaze ahead.
Something from the world of the Night Battle appeared on him in reality for the first time.
"Let's go."
His words were crisp and decisive. His steps, like those of the people nearby devoted to their careers, were sharp and steady, as though they stirred up a gust of wind. The moment he