Lindong was still questioning the authenticity of that so-called Super Divine Hero System when the door to the infirmary creaked open.
A woman stepped in .. beautiful, poised, and mature. She was in her early thirties, her snow-white medical coat outlining her graceful figure. Her name was Dr. Chen Xian, the school's physician. Though only thirty-two, she carried an air of calm that came from experience and perhaps, quiet heartbreak.
Rumor had it that she was married to the owner of a small trading company, but the two had been on the verge of divorce for months. The gossip around Jiangnan University was that her husband, desperate to close a deal with a big corporation, had once drugged her drink, intending to send her to accompany a business partner for the night.
Fortunately, she had realized it in time and fled .. back to the safety of the school's walls. Since then, she had lived in the staff dormitory, consulting lawyers, preparing to end the marriage for good.
She approached Lindong's bed with her clipboard in hand, her tone gentle yet firm.
"You're awake," she said softly. "You can leave once you feel better. Remember to eat properly and replenish your blood. Your body's too weak — if you keep stressing yourself like this, it'll collapse sooner or later."
Lindong nodded slowly, his head still throbbing.
"Thank you, Dr. Chen. I'll take care of myself."
He got up and left the infirmary, his steps unsteady but determined.
Chen Xian sighed as she watched him go.
"Ah… students these days. So emotional," she murmured, then smiled bitterly. "Just like I used to be."
Her mind wandered back to her own husband once her college sweetheart and the betrayal that shattered everything. For a brief moment, her eyes dimmed before she turned back to her desk, forcing herself to focus.
---
As Lindong walked through campus, he could feel dozens of eyes on him.
People whispered.
They pointed at his back.
They laughed at his situation.
He had become infamous overnight — the guy who loved so hard he vomited blood after a breakup. Jiangnan University had seen countless breakups, but this… this was history.
And Hang Junlang — that smug bastard — had made sure everyone knew.
But Lindong had no time to care. His heart was cold now.
He just wanted water.
---
By the school gate stood a self-service vending machine. Lindong bought a bottle of mineral water out of habit, lifting his phone to pay — but then paused.
He remembered the system.
"Let's test this thing."
He selected fingerprint payment.
"Ding!"
'Super Divine Hero System payment successful — $3 deducted.'
The machine whirred, and a bottle clinked down into the tray.
Lindong froze, staring at it. Then, as curiosity burned within him, he looked at the floating panel that appeared before his eyes:
Host: Lindong
Balance: $999,999,999,999,999.97
Physical Fitness: 15 (Weak)
Spirit: 28 (Common)
Skills: Available to Add
Divine Hero Points: 0
His pupils trembled.
"It's real…" he whispered.
"The system is real!"
And then, a laugh escaped him — sharp, wild, unrestrained.
"Ha… hahaha! I'm richer than everyone in the world! The richest man on Earth is nothing compared to me. The Forbes list? Trash! Even if you add them all up, they couldn't buy a fraction of what I own!"
A strange light filled his eyes.
"From now on, I'll live differently. No more struggling. No more pretending. I'll live in luxury. I'll live for myself. And all those who looked down on me…"
He clenched his fists.
"…will pay the price."
---
Still buzzing with disbelief and excitement, Lindong walked straight toward the Golden Leaf Hotel — the most luxurious hotel in Jiangnan Province. Its eight-star rating symbolized wealth and power.
He remembered how, not long ago, Jang Shan had sighed dreamily as they passed it.
"I wish I could dine there one day," she had said.
Back then, he couldn't even afford the cheapest meal.
But now?
Now he owned the world.
---
As soon as he entered, a tall, fair-skinned waitress greeted him with a polite smile.
"Good evening, sir. Do you have a reservation?"
"No," Lindong replied. "I just want to eat."
"Of course, sir. This way, please."
Her tone was professional, but her eyes darted over his plain clothes with mild curiosity. She led him to the front desk, where several other waitresses — all elegant and tall, their figures as perfect as fashion models — stood ready.
One of them spoke with a practiced smile.
"Do you have a membership card, sir?"
"No."
"I see. Our hotel serves only premium imported ingredients. Everything unused at the end of the day is discarded to guarantee freshness. Because of this, our prices are significantly higher than average. Without a membership card, a security deposit is required."
"Then get me a membership card," Lindong said casually.
The receptionist blinked.
"A membership card?"
"Yes. How much?"
"Ordinary members require a deposit of one million. Senior members cost two million. VIP members require five million."
"Then give me one," he said.
She smiled, assuming he'd misunderstood.
"Sorry, sir, did you say one million?"
> "No," Lindong said calmly. "Charge me a hundred million."
The entire lobby went silent.
The waitress stiffened, certain she'd misheard.
"P–pardon? How much did you say?"
"One hundred million. U.S. dollars."
Her walkie-talkie crackled to life as she hastily whispered,
"Manager Mo, please come to the front desk. We might have a situation."
---
Moments later, a young woman appeared — mid-twenties, strikingly beautiful, dressed in a sleek black office outfit that hugged her curves perfectly. Her name tag read Mo Xiaoyu, the lobby manager.
"What seems to be the issue?" she asked, her voice crisp and confident.
The receptionist leaned in, whispering nervously,
"This guest wants to recharge a hundred million."
Manager Mo's elegant brows lifted slightly as she turned her gaze to Lindong.
"Sir, did I hear that correctly? You'd like to top up your membership card with one hundred million?"
"Yes," he said without hesitation.
"May I ask which bank you'll be using for the transfer?"
"Both are fine. Fingerprint payment will do."
Mo Xiaoyu's fingers danced across the keyboard, entering the details before turning the monitor toward him.
"Please confirm the amount and place your finger here."
Lindong glanced at the screen — 100,000,000.00 USD — then tapped confirm and pressed his thumb against the sensor.
Three seconds later, a clear mechanical voice rang out:
"Transfer successful. Amount received: 100 million USD."
The lobby fell silent.
Every waitress, every receptionist, every staff member within earshot froze in place. Then came the collective gasp sharp, synchronized.
The way they looked at him changed instantly ...from faint disdain to awe, admiration, and something else… desire.
Even Manager Mo, who had seen billionaires and tycoons pass through the hotel before, found her heart skipping a beat. She had worked here for over three years .she'd met rich men, yes, but none who casually dropped a hundred million like pocket change.
And yet this young man, dressed plainly and without arrogance, had just done it without blinking.