Lan Mengqin: Why Are You Here, Yuanen Huihui?

Meanwhile, Qin Moyu temporarily set aside his complaints about the diary's contents.

He was still recording a video. If he only wrote in the diary, the diary readers would easily curse him for padding...

Rose Hotel.

Qin Moyu booked a private suite, spending a full ten Gold Soul Coins. The heavy door shut behind him. He made his preparations and began his plan to make money...

Meanwhile, the women in the Diary Copy finally tore their eyes away from the gossip and turned their curious gazes in unison toward the handsome youth on the screen.

Especially the younger, more innocent girls—when they thought of making money in a place like the Rose Hotel, and the fact that he was such an exceptionally handsome boy, their imaginations immediately began to run wild...

Diary message board.

Soul Land I Xue Ke: "???"

Soul Land I Ning Rongrong: "???"

Soul Land I Ye Lingling: "Holy shit, sisters, with Lord Mo Yu acting like this, he isn't about to sell himself, is he?!"

Soul Land I Dugu Yan: "Impossible. Absolutely impossible!"

Soul Land I Shui Bing'er: "Damn, is this really something I can watch for free? Should I pay some Gold Soul Coins instead?"

Soul Land IV Ye Lingtong: "According to federal law, paying counts as solicitation and gets you detained, but not paying counts as freeloading and won't get you detained..."

Soul Land I Shui Yue'er: "Little sister, don't look. You'll get a stye."

Soul Land I Huo Wu: "Shui Yue'er, don't slander him. Have you even seen Qin Moyu's assets?"

Soul Land II Xiao Xiao: "I'm so jealous of Soul Land I's female leads. They have a chance to spend money at the Rose Hotel."

Soul Land I Xue Ke: "???"

Soul Land I Jiang Zhu: "???"

Soul Land II Xu Jiujiu: "???"

Soul Land III Wu Siduo: "???"

Soul Land III Dai Yuner: "What does that mean?"

Soul Land IV Ye Lingtong: "!(ºOº)!"

Soul Land IV Yuanen Huihui: "I'm seriously begging you."

Soul Land IV Lan Mengqin: "Even begging requires lining up... Wait, Yuanen Huihui?!!! Why do you have a diary too? Aren't you a guy?"

Soul Land III Xu Xiaoyan: "So there are guys in the Diary Copy too. I thought..."

Soul Land III Xu Xiaoyan: "@Soul Land III Yuanen Yehui, are you there?"

Soul Land III Yuanen Yehui: "I'm not."

Soul Land III Xu Xiaoyan: "Oh... (aggrieved face.jpg)"

Soul Land IV Yuanen Huihui: "Actually, there's a special reason for this. It's really not what you think..."

Soul Land IV Tang Yuge: "Hmph, what a disgrace to the family!"

Soul Land IV Yuanen Huihui: "Sister..."

Soul Land IV Tang Yuge: "Don't call me sister!!!"

For the moment, the gossip in the diary chat could be set aside...

Inside the sealed Rose Hotel suite, only a deathly still silence remained.

Qin Moyu raised his hand. The gentle Soul Power within his body suddenly surged, blending layer upon layer with Dark Plane energy deep within his meridians...

He slowly lifted his eyes, his lips parting as each word rang with force: "Herrscher of Reason!"

"Beep—!"

A clear, ethereal droplet sound rippled outward. A form of authority belonging to no power system on the Douluo Continent instantly triggered a resonant effect...

Within the Myriad Heavens Diary Copy, every watching girl felt her heart tighten. Their attention locked onto the diary's image as an intense sense of danger abruptly rose within them.

"Time"!

Time itself could not be grasped. The more one tried to seize it, the more it resembled clutching loose sand—the grains slipping ever more quickly through one's fingers, impossible to control no matter how hard one tried.

Yet at this very moment, Qin Moyu seemed to have made that abstract concept tangible, laying bare the essence of "time" before them!

Without question, this seemingly calm display of the Divine Core's authority was an opportunity to comprehend the Great Dao beyond any price for the diary's female leads who yearned to understand the Dao of Time!

"Herrscher of Reason Divine Core, connect to the Dark Plane. Calling Dark Plane authority: 'Understanding'!"

The next instant, Qin Moyu opened his palm, and a spherical technological creation emerged silently above it—entirely jade-white, shining brilliantly, and built with exquisite precision.

His once-gentle dark eyes abruptly dimmed. Deep within his black pupils, a gear-shaped pattern slowly began to turn!

An ultimate sense of icy order crashed toward them. All warmth fell away from the youth as the Divine Core in his hand revealed its supreme four-dimensional authority.

"Herrscher of Reason core, all systems functioning normally!"

"I grant you wisdom, that you may comprehend the principles of all things—omniscient and omnipotent, King of Truth!"

"Dark Plane authority anchor successful. Dimensional transition calibration complete!"

"Greetings to you, the First Herrscher who wields truth—the Herrscher of Understanding!"

As the words fell, invisible sound waves suddenly spread outward. An unseen void force field instantly unfolded, completely isolating all external sounds and probes.

The gears in Qin Moyu's black eyes turned faintly. His expression was detached and cold as his gaze fell upon the Gold Soul Coin resting in his raised right hand.

Gold Soul Coins were the most basic universal currency on the Douluo Continent, inherently carrying the function of a measure of value within humanity's monetary system...

"Herrscher of Reason, calling authority: 'Understanding.'"

Qin Moyu slowly curled his five fingers, firmly closing them around the cold, weighty Gold Soul Coin in his palm.

In an instant, the gear pattern in his black pupils spun at extreme speed. The Herrscher of Reason Divine Core activated at full power, and the authority to analyze the origins of all things spread out completely!

With his body as the center, the colors of reality around him visibly faded at an astonishing pace!

Time seemed to rewind endlessly. Countless fragmented scenes appeared from nowhere and poured into Qin Moyu's "memories"...

The Diary Copy precisely captured this unique Herrscher perspective. The recorded image followed Qin Moyu's "memories" and arrived simultaneously within an ancient blacksmith's workshop.

A dim, smoke-choked field of view. Inside a crude little house.

The low wooden beams were coated in soot. Flames churned within the furnace, and the scorching heat seemed to rush straight through the screen.

Qin Moyu's consciousness looked down silently upon this scene from the "past," viewing it from above like a god.

Rough chunks of raw gold ore were thrown into the blazing furnace. Impurities within the ore were stripped away by the fierce flames, while cloudy molten gold gradually settled...

The craftsmen swung their heavy hammers, forging it over and over, thousands upon thousands of times. Sparks flew everywhere. Once the molten gold had solidified, they polished the edges and stamped it with patterns exclusive to the empire, ultimately producing neat, rounded Gold Soul Coins.

The Herrscher of Reason Divine Core's tracing did not stop at the minting process of the Gold Soul Coins. Qin Moyu noticed some unusual "memories"...

The fire in the furnace gradually weakened. An elderly craftsman drenched in sweat set down his hammer and let out a heavy breath of hot air. Looking at the freshly minted Gold Soul Coins, he quietly instructed, "The new batch of Gold Soul Coins is finished. Count them quickly and place them in storage."

The young apprentice beside him had been carrying a weight in his heart the entire time. His eyes were filled with unease as he could not help lowering his voice. "Boss, is this really safe?"

"Secretly concealing gold mines and failing to report them—if the Heaven Dou Imperial Family finds out, that's a certain death sentence!"

"You brat, shut your mouth!"

The old craftsman's eyes sharpened. He quickly raised a hand to stop him, vigilantly scanning their surroundings in fear that someone might be listening through the walls. "Bury those words in your stomach. If you dare spread them around, be careful you don't lose your life!"