Lin Feng hadn't even finished speaking when the voice in his mind abruptly shifted—instantly turning tearful.
"Wuwuwuu… no, Host!"
The System's voice became so pitiful it could sadden listeners and move onlookers to tears.
"I can scrape together a million points, barely… but if you get to pick freely… you'll drain me dry! I'll be downgraded! Giegie, how can you be so heartless?"
Lin Feng's expression went pitch-black.
"Drop the act! Do I look like someone you can fool?"
"I bust my back acting as a front-desk chef—eating, drinking, drawing prizes with customers—while you sneak behind the scenes and swallow an entire treasury?"
"That's embezzlement! Corporate fraud! Do you believe I won't go on strike tomorrow and hang a sign outside saying 'Boss ran off with a small employee, restaurant closed forever'?!"
The System choked, its crying cut off mid-sob. After two seconds of silence, it spoke again—carefully.
"Then… this System can offer you one lucky draw from the limited-edition prize pool. The rewards there are unique items not sold in the Mall. Everything depends on fate. How about it?"
Lin Feng immediately caught the keywords "limited-edition," but his expression remained icy—clearly saying, "Are you insulting my intelligence?"
"One draw? Are you giving alms to a beggar? Three draws! And each must guarantee a golden item! Anything less and I refuse!"
This time, it was the System's turn to explode.
"Two!"
Its voice instantly switched from syrupy sweetness that could kill flies to its usual irritable loli tone.
"Two! This is this System's bottom line! Not a single time more!"
"This is all my private—cough—my emergency backup energy! Any more and this System will actually be downgraded!"
Lin Feng's mind spun rapidly.
Two draws. Limited-edition. Guaranteed golden rewards.
It was best not to push further—if he pushed too much, this unreliable System might really self-destruct.
"Deal."
In the very next second, the System's voice became nauseatingly sweet again—flawlessly switching tones.
"Thank you, giegie~ I knew you had the biggest heart~ Love you~ Mwah~"
Lin Feng forcibly resisted the urge to vomit blood and stared at the enormous, gaudily golden roulette wheel that appeared before him.
Without hesitation, he pressed Draw.
The wheel spun wildly, golden light flashing, and finally—under his solitary, intense gaze—the pointer slowed… slower… and stopped on a grid glowing with seven-colored light.
Lin Feng's expression froze instantly.
His mental CPU overheated.
And at the same moment—
Heaven Dou Empire · Crown Prince's Eastern Palace
Inside the study, the atmosphere was so quiet a pin drop would echo.
"So Grandpa wants me to give up over a decade of hard work… pack everything up… and run away…"
Qian Renxue massaged her throbbing temples, feeling her understanding of the world forcibly reformatted.
She needed to confirm this insanity one more time.
"All just to go to a restaurant, eat, draw a lottery, and improve my strength?"
She asked again, unwilling to accept this reality, clinging to her final thread of sanity.
"Can't we wait a few more years?"
"It won't be too late to go after I completely take over the Heaven Dou Empire and gather every resource under my control."
These were reasonable, strategic, and perfectly logical words.
Yet Azure Luan Douluo's expression became… complicated. Subtly weird.
Wait a few years?
His mind involuntarily flashed to his elder brother—the exalted High Priest—currently shouting with fanatical excitement:
"Achieve Angel God! Marry Posey!"
Wait a few more years…?
That scenario was so horrifying, so absurdly vivid, he didn't even dare imagine it fully. If he did, he might burst out laughing on the spot.
Azure Luan Douluo inhaled deeply and spoke in the tone of a veteran who had seen the full ugliness of the world.
"It's not impossible."
A spark of hope lit in Qian Renxue's eyes—believing her rational analysis had prevailed.
"However…"
Azure Luan Douluo's tone grew solemn.
"Young Master, you need to be mentally prepared."
"For… what?"
Qian Renxue's voice held a faint, almost imperceptible tension.
Was the Pavilion Master planning to run?
Did something happen to Grandpa?
Was Spirit Hall facing some catastrophe she hadn't heard about?
However—
Azure Luan Douluo's next sentence directly froze her thoughts.
He sighed deeply, gazing at her with an expression filled with sympathy, pity, and a subtle desire to watch chaos unfold.
"Young Master… the first thing you must prepare for is the possibility that your Grandpa… might experience a second spring."
"…"
Qian Renxue's brain crashed.
A… second… what?
A second spring?!
Seeing her blank, incredulous face silently screaming What nonsense are you spouting?, Azure Luan Douluo pressed a hand to his stomach, trying to suppress the growing ache.
He rephrased calmly:
"What I mean is…"
"After the High Priest experienced his second rise in life—cough, rebirth—his life goal has shifted ever so slightly."
"Now he thinks about only one thing."
"Become a God, then go to Sea God Island, and marry your future step-grandmother, Posey, and bring her home."
Qian Renxue felt her worldview picked up, slammed down, and scrubbed across rough sandpaper.
Her powerful, respected Grandpa—who dedicated his life to the Angel's glory—
…was preparing to get her a step-grandmother?
And not just anyone—Posey?
Azure Luan Douluo watched her crumbling composure with sympathy… and delivered the finishing blow.
"So, Young Master… do you understand now?"
"Wait a few years?"
"If you wait a few years, when you return, you won't be raising funds to become a God."
"You'll be giving your Grandpa a wedding gift."
"And if you're unlucky… your step-grandmother might have already given birth to a talented little uncle for you."
"That little uncle might even be toddling around, going out to buy soy sauce."
Qian Renxue completely blanked out.
Buy… buy soy sauce?
Azure Luan Douluo observed her frozen expression and felt an unexpected sense of balance in his heart.
So he decided to make it even clearer.
"Think about it."
"As the elder niece, can you show up empty-handed on your first meeting?"
"Wouldn't you have to give a big red envelope?"
He raised two fingers, rubbing them together—the universal gesture for money.
"With Spirit Hall's financial situation now… where do you think that red envelope will come from?"
"…"
Qian Renxue finally snapped.
Her once sharp, composed golden eyes were now filled with utter disorientation.
Her brain had crashed so hard it needed a full system reboot.
This Crown Prince, who had endured years undercover, hardened mentally beyond belief, unshakeable in any crisis—
Now had her mouth twitching like a vibrating motor—so fast afterimages formed.
And then—
Her imagination betrayed her completely.
She saw:
Her Grandpa, Qian Daoliu, foolishly smiling, holding a baby angel with a tiny glowing halo.
Posey standing beside him, radiant and serene.
And she—travel-worn—offering the entire treasury of the Heaven Dou Empire as a wedding gift.
Posey smiling gently:
"Xiaoxue, you're back. Come meet your uncle."
Then the baby reaching out with chubby hands:
"Big niece~ hug!"
BOOM.
Qian Renxue's body trembled, her mind shattered.
More stunned than when she learned her God Position had been stolen.
Because—
A lost God Position could be reclaimed someday.
But a messed-up seniority…
Was the kind of disaster that could never be repaired.
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