Blue Star, future world.
"Y-you really are Wu Chu? You've been missing for so long—did you get plastic surgery?" A-Jia, one of Wu Chu's old friends, found his former residence. "You changed your phone number, and you look completely different. When you borrowed money from me back then, you weren't using it for plastic surgery, were you? But ten thousand wouldn't have been enough!"
"And where did you learn magic? If it weren't for your introduction and the fact that your face still looks a little similar, I really wouldn't have recognized you."
Wu Chu pulled out his newly bought phone. "Here, I'll pay back what I owe you first!"
"No, I'm not here to ask for money!"
"I'm rich now. One performance gets me fifty thousand, and I'm onstage for less than five minutes. I'm a social elite who earns tens of thousands by the minute now, got it?!"
"Damn! Are you starting to get carried away? You're not going to become some heartless rich bastard, are you?"
"Isn't that a given? Good people don't live long! Hahaha..."
A-Jia gave him an internationally recognized gesture, then quickly took out his phone. After receiving the repayment along with interest, he asked, "What are you planning to do from now on? Make a living through performances?"
"Isn't that pretty good? The work is easy, there's no nine-to-five grind, and I get to meet lots of rich older ladies. Tell me, with my looks now, once I make a name for myself, won't my life be complete if I find a beautiful rich older lady to support me?"
"Damn it! You're not seriously planning to do that, are you?"
"Haha..."
Primordial World. After finishing his Dao connection with the saints, Wu Chu returned to the River of Time.
He had