Fairness

The scene shifted again.

He saw the joint examinations before the College Entrance Examination. In the Three Great Universities' special admissions test, he gave it everything he had and believed his performance had been flawless. Yet in the end, the spot went to Su Yueling.

Only later did he learn that the Lin Family had put in a word.

That was when he first truly felt what injustice meant. It was not a gap in resources, nor the crushing superiority of talent, but pure power and influence.

Before power and influence, your efforts were worth less than a penny.

Those scenes flashed by one after another—every injustice he had experienced, witnessed, and heard of along the road to adulthood.

The contempt wealthy heirs showed toward common Martial Artists.

The "sponsorship" that those blessed with exceptional talent had no choice but to accept.

The natural tilt in the distribution of resources.

Talent, background, luck, connections... all these things intertwined to form the truest rules by which this world operated.

Beyond the scenes, that young man's voice echoed.

"Unfair."

"This is unfair."

"Why?"

Xu Wuyi floated in the darkness, watching those scenes and listening to those voices.

Then the scenes began to change.

He saw his later self.

Twenty-year-old Xu Wuyi had already entered Star Martial University and was beginning to distinguish himself. He stood in Star Martial's martial arts arena, surrounded by countless envious gazes.

People spoke in low voices.

"Did you know? Xu Wuyi came from a poor family. He has no background at all."

"Really? Then how did he get this far?"

"Talent, I guess. Pure talent."

Their voices carried undisguised admiration.

Xu Wuyi watched quietly.

The scene shifted again.

He saw himself after becoming a quasi-Grandmaster.

Twenty-three-year-old Xu Wuyi represented the Federation in battle against Great Liang Civilization,