Especially Ganyu and Neuvillette—one had worked nonstop for two thousand years, the other for five hundred. They were practically a capitalist's dream employees.
Unfortunately, both held critical positions in their respective nations. Zhongli would never let Wu Tong poach them. Reluctantly, Wu Tong abandoned the tempting idea.
Beside him, Dugu Bo frowned at Wu Tong's sudden, inexplicable grin.
What's so funny? Did I push him too hard?
Before Dugu Bo could ponder further, Wu Tong snapped out of his reverie, cheeks tinged pink under the older man's scrutiny. He swiftly changed the subject.
"Fine, I'll be the Chancellor—but I won't handle day-to-day operations. We'll find a Vice-Chancellor for that."
"Your academy, your rules," Dugu Bo replied, unsurprised. After years together, he knew Wu Tong's slacker nature all too well.
This man wasn't just a lazy bum—he was a lazy bum marinated in laziness. Getting him to lift a finger was like trying to flip a salt-cured fish: fundamentally impossible.
Dugu Bo had only suggested the Chancellor role to provoke him. Otherwise, he had no doubt Wu Tong would dump all the work on him.
"Better you than me, future Vice-Chancellor. My condolences," Dugu Bo mused silently.
"I already have candidates in mind," Wu Tong said. "I'll fetch them soon."
Had he known Dugu Bo's thoughts, Wu Tong would've cried slander.
Would he really exploit his friends as unpaid labor?
No!
This was merely... mutual assistance between comrades.
Dugu Bo relaxed slightly. Despite Wu Tong's laziness, the man honored his promises. Once committed, he followed through.
After finalizing plans, Wu Tong gathered the academy's maintenance staff—a mixed bag of workers loaned by various factions, some likely spies.
While he didn't care much, letting them stay felt like ignoring cockroaches in his kitchen.
Rather than vet each individually (too tedious), Wu Tong decided to send them all back and replace them with his own people.
"Thank you for maintaining the academy," he announced. "You've been away from families for too long. Today, I'll return you to Heaven Dou City—with 10,000 gold spirit coins each as gratitude."
The crowd erupted.
For commoners, this sum was life-changing.
100 coins: A family's annual living expenses.
10,000 coins: A century of financial security.
"Long live Master Wu Tong!"
Wu Tong smiled. A few hundred thousand coins were pocket change to him—well worth the goodwill.
The Dimensional Veil
When the cheers subsided, Wu Tong activated his dimensional traversal ability.
A gray-white chaotically distorted light screen materialized before them.
"Danger!" Dugu Bo lunged protectively in front of Wu Tong, while others scrambled in panic.
Oops. Should've warned them.
"Calm down," Wu Tong said. "This is my spatial teleportation skill."
With a wave, the light engulfed everyone—
—and instantly deposited them in Wutong Residence.
The staff gaped. Teleportation?! Only Wu Tong could wield such miracles!
Meanwhile, Wu Tong felt a chilling glare drilling into his back.
Uh-oh.
Dugu Bo's voice dripped sarcasm. "Fancy that. Our esteemed Wu Tong can teleport. Yet we took that death trap motorcycle to Sunset Canyon?"
Wu Tong rubbed his neck. "Well... I built it. Seemed a waste not to use it."
Now invincible in this world, Wu Tong had fully embraced his true nature:
Playful
Lazy
Unapologetically whimsical
Dugu Bo sighed. "Just... don't tell anyone about the other thing."
"What thing?" Wu Tong blinked innocently—then grinned. "Oh! You mean your motion sickness—"
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