Leng Yaozhu Finished Reading Lin Yan's File: "Damn, I've Become the Villain?"

"Damn, I've become the villain?"

Leng Yaozhu chuckled to herself and shook her head.

But she did not care.

She was an Ultimate Douluo, a four-word Battle Armor Master, standing at the very pinnacle of power on this continent.

Even if there really was some fated protagonist from a storybook, he would have to lie obediently at her feet when he stood before her.

"Where is he now?"

Her voice was as faint as a breeze.

Su Hai Tao's voice, however, was somewhat tense.

"I heard... he seems to be at the job market near Eastsea City University City. He should be... looking for work."

Leng Yaozhu's expression stiffened slightly.

A young man who had just awakened a god-level martial soul, shaken the entire continent, and might even be connected to the revival of ancient gods—

Was now looking for work at a job market?

She waved her hand lightly, her tone returning to its usual indifference.

"Go bring him here. Tell him the Spirit Pagoda will not do anything to him. Approve his loan."

She paused, then added:

"Keep an eye on his mental state. He's had it so rough—make sure he doesn't decide to take revenge on society."

A trace of nearly inaudible helplessness was hidden in her tone.

Even she did not dare act rashly when matters involving the domain of gods were concerned.

Rather than resort to force, it was better to stabilize him first.

"Yes."

Su Hai Tao withdrew respectfully.

Only when the door closed did he realize that his back was already soaked in cold sweat.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, his feelings incomparably complicated.

Lin Yan's martial soul had been personally judged by him as a worthless martial soul.

Although the deputy tower master had not pursued the matter, it was ultimately his responsibility.

He had to handle this properly.

Elsewhere, in the western outskirts of Eastsea City, at the job market.

Lin Yan stood in the middle of the square, watching another van speed away after blasting exhaust right into his face.

Expressionless, he wiped his face.

Damn it.

He was already a Soul Master. Finding a day job could not be that hard, could it?

His standards were really not high—fifty or sixty a day, with a meal included, and that would be enough.

But what happened?

The first place said he was too young.

The second said he looked too delicate and fair-skinned, obviously not cut out for labor.

The third was parcel sorting.

Parcel sorting! The kind of work that would make even Armor Hero go dark after doing it.

The foreman looked him up and down, waved him off with, "Full, full," then turned around and hired three burly middle-aged men to cram into the van.

The door slammed shut, and it drove away.

Lin Yan stood at the edge of the square with his fists clenched, nearly grinding his teeth to pieces.

What was wrong with being young? You haven't even used me—how do you know I can't do the job?

He leaned against the wall and let out a long breath, raising his head to look at the gloomy sky.

Sooner or later, this damned Douluo world was going to drive him to death.

"Failed again?"

A lazy voice came from beside his feet.

Gu Yuena squatted beside him, holding a blue-staining bolete in her two front claws. Like she was eating an apple, she took a crunchy bite.

"Sigh, it's not that Mom wants to lecture you, Yan Yan, but don't aim too high. You're so picky about every job."

She took another bite of the mushroom, her cheeks puffed out as she chewed and mumbled indistinctly:

"How about... you sell your ass? With that face of yours, you'd definitely make a lot of money."

Lin Yan looked down at her in silence for a second.

Then he raised his hand and gave her round little head a hard knock.

"Bonk!"

Gu Yuena covered her head with both front claws and glared at him with teary eyes.

"Waaah... you unfilial son! That was way too hard! I was only joking!"

Lin Yan said nothing and merely shook his hand.

It hurt.

His knuckles tingled faintly, as if he had struck a steel plate.

This stupid dragon was getting harder and harder.

Just as he was about to curse her out again, his gaze suddenly fell upon the half-eaten mushroom in Gu Yuena's claws.

He froze.

It was as though a bolt of lightning had struck through his mind.

Right.

He still had these.

These past few days, he had been so busy destroying worlds, creating worlds, and messing with soul rings that he had nearly forgotten—what had he originally relied on to make his fortune?

Mushrooms.

Mushrooms all over the mountains.

He took a deep breath, bent down, scooped up Gu Yuena, who was still clutching her head and whimpering, and tucked her into his arms.

"There's one last move."

Gu Yuena poked her head out from his arms, her purple eyes wide and round.

"One last move?"

Lin Yan did not answer.

His consciousness had already sunk into the little world.

Within the world membrane, the Tenth Epoch was slowly operating.

Qian Yuhan was still spreading faith, Poseidon was still polishing his divine position beneath the sea, and soul beasts and humans were still cautiously maintaining that fragile balance.

He had no time to worry about any of that.

Driven by his consciousness, the authority of time and space abruptly activated.

In one corner of the little world, the flow of time was madly accelerated.

Day and night cycled as quickly as flickering lights.

Mycelium grew wildly through the soil, sprouted, unfurled, and matured.

The entire process was compressed into just a few breaths.

Patch after patch of mushrooms blanketed the entire forest.

There were blue-staining boletes, termite mushrooms, porcini, and several varieties that even he could not name.

They grew densely in every color, and from afar, they looked like a rainbow spread across the ground.

With a thought from Lin Yan, the power of time and space wrapped around those mushrooms and manifested them from the little world into reality.

The consumption was not great.

These mushrooms had naturally grown within the world to begin with. He had merely accelerated time for them.

Moreover, Gu Yuena constantly devoured the ambient energy of heaven and earth and fed it back into the little world, so this amount of consumption was barely sustainable.

Half an hour later.

At the south gate of Eastsea University City.

Dusk was approaching, just in time for classes to end.

People flowed along the main road outside the school gates, while little stalls lined both sides.

There were skewers, fruit, phone screen protectors, flyers—full of the bustle of everyday life.

A young man sat in a corner with a wrinkled old cloth spread before him, several piles of colorful mushrooms arranged on top.

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, resting as though the noisy crowd around him had nothing to do with him.

But as soon as he sat there, people began gathering around.

Not because of the mushrooms.

Because of his face.

"Holy shit, look over there—"

"That little brother selling mushrooms? Oh my god, he's so handsome!"

"Not just handsome, okay? Look closely at his features, his skin, his eyes and brows... can a person really look like that?"

"Is some celebrity filming a variety show?"

"Definitely not! Look at his clothes—his school uniform is torn up like that. What kind of variety show treats its actors so badly?"

More and more people gathered around, most of them girls. Quite a few boys also came over, their curiosity piqued by the girls' reactions.

The crowd formed layer upon layer around Lin Yan's little stall, packing it so tightly that not even water could pass through.

But no one bought any mushrooms.

Everyone's attention was split in two.

Half was on Lin Yan's face, and the other half was on the dragon in his arms.

"What an adorable little baby dragon! Is she a soul spirit or a pet?"

"Her silver scales are so pretty! Look at her belly—it's so round!"

"Those eyes are way too cute!"