The price of 500,000 lunar coins was indeed beyond expectation.
Su Mo also realized that he was sowhat assuming the "protagonist’s perspective."
In the ga "Dawn," if a player starts by choosing the background of a "street kid," the "protagonist" can indeed get an identity in Haywood for just 150,000 lunar coins because they’re well acquainted with both sides.
As an outsider, it’s naturally a different price.
Haywood, having mingled on the frontier for years, was skilled at reading people and instantly realized Su Mo couldn’t afford it. He wasn’t polite either: "Co find when you have the money. Tank, show him out."
Just as Tank grabbed Su Mo’s arm, he shook it off.
Su Mo flashed a friendly smile: "Haywood, don’t be so stingy; let’s make friends. In a place like the frontier, the more friends you have, the better."
Haywood seed to hear a joke, and mockingly asked, "Then tell , ’friend,’ why should I befriend you? What can you offer ?"
Su Mo stepped forward.
Haywood signaled with his eyes for the eager Tank to hold back, curious to see what Su Mo was up to.
Su Mo walked to the table, picked up a small snack from the plate, and sniffed it.
Under Haywood’s stunned gaze, Su Mo tossed the snack into his mouth, chewing as he spoke, "Oh? This is real beef jerky, not synthetic at."
"Bro, you’re so rich that you can afford real at, why still look for a reason to make friends?"
Haywood was a bit angry. Was this guy here to freeload?!
His face was displeased, and his voice grew louder: "Show him out!"
As Tank was about to step forward to drag him, Su Mo suddenly spoke: "Do you have a subordinate nad Pizi Jie?"
Haywood asked suspiciously: "So what if I do?"
Su Mo grinned mysteriously: "I heard you banned your subordinates from touching drugs. You’d better check on this kid soon, otherwise, once he’s high, who knows what big trouble he’ll bring you."
Haywood’s expression slightly changed, staring skeptically at Su Mo.
After a mont of thought, he hesitantly told Tank: "Go search Pizi Jie’s room."
"Yes." Tank responded and left.
Haywood coldly said to Su Mo: "If you’re ssing with , you’ll crawl out of here."
Su Mo shrugged, unconcerned.
Five minutes later, Tank returned, full of anger.
In his left hand, he held a yellow-haired kid, and in his right, a black plastic bag covered in wood chips.
Tank pushed the panicked Pizi Jie down and threw the black plastic bag to Haywood: "Found this in his room. When I got there, this bastard was hiding it under the floorboards."
Haywood opened the black bag to find several bags of white powder.
Haywood was furious, glaring at Pizi Jie.
Pizi Jie trembled and pleaded: "Boss, I know I’m wrong! Please give one more chance, I’ll never touch it again!"
Haywood said nothing, opened a drawer, and took out a revolver.
He spun the cylinder, calmly loading bullets, spinning it back with a twist.
Pizi Jie cried out: "Boss! Spare..."
"Bang!" Haywood shot him through the head, and the body twitched in a pool of blood, quickly falling still.
Haywood took out a handkerchief, wiping the revolver with a sullen look, signaling Tank to drag the body away and telling the two trembling girls to leave.
The room was left with just him and Su Mo.
Haywood frowned deeply, looking evasively at Su Mo: "My subordinate was into drugs, and I didn’t know, yet you knew first?"
"So, do you have informants with the junkies? Or did you see Pizi Jie trading with them? Who are you, really?"
Su Mo smiled slightly.
In the ga "Dawn," Haywood was later seriously hard by this drug-addicted Pizi Jie, and now he helped him remove a major hidden danger.
Su Mo said aningfully: "Who I am doesn’t matter. You only need to know that befriending soone like is a guaranteed win for you."
For a mont, Su Mo appeared ever more mysterious and elusive in Haywood’s eyes.
Haywood pondered for a mont, putting the revolver back in place, silently saying: "Then it’s 150,000. Co in and take a photo with ."
Su Mo and Haywood went to the back, where they took a photo for the ID.
Haywood took the photo from the machine, asking: "What’s your na?"
This was a simple question, yet it made Su Mo fall into deep thought.
He was "Dr. Chen" now, but this identity was definitely unusable.
So what should he be called?
A na is just a code, and as a transmigrator, he could na himself anything, as long as it wasn’t too weird, Haywood could certainly get the identity sorted.
Rather than considering what to be called, perhaps...
Who does he want to beco?
In this world, how does he want to walk his path?
Su Mo looked out the window, gazing into the distance.
Haywood’s yard was on high ground, offering a view of the dim lights; the slightly cool sumr evening breeze was relaxing and pleasant, evoking a reminiscence of watching the night view from the balcony after gaming.
At this mont, past life experiences flashed repeatedly across his mind.
In his previous life, Su Mo was an ordinary person, born ordinary, grew up ordinary, finished high school before savoring youth, muddled through college, graduated into society as an average person.
Like most working people, he was oppressed by company assessnts, endured the boss’s suppression and scolding, and sustained his bread with street food for breakfast, takeout for lunch and dinner, crowding into a small, shabby rental after work, unable to afford a house.
He was still young, but his life could be seen nearly to its end.
He would work 996 until 35, then face a midlife crisis after being laid off, drive a cab, deliver takeout, endure his wife’s contempt and cold shoulder at ho—if he could even afford the dowry to get married.
Later, his parents would pass one after another, and he too would succumb to overwork illnesses from his youth, dying insignificantly on a sickbed, becoming just another na in a graveyard, perhaps even without being able to afford a grave.
The reason he loved gaming so much in his past life was because real life was too bitter.
In the ga, he could temporarily forget his life’s troubles, traverse in vibrant worlds, and rewrite his own story.
And now, he’d really traversed into the ga.
In the precarious Dawn Realm, he could undoubtedly hide his na, laze around at the bottom of society, and remain an obscure nobody, maximizing his survival chances.
But, is that really what he wants?
Even after traversing, did he want to live like his past life?
At this mont, countless scenes appeared in Su Mo’s mind.
The grandiose plots, tear-jerking elegies, heart-stirring endings of the Dawn Realm... all overlapping together.
Underneath it all, Su Mo felt the mist in his heart disappear, obtaining the answer he sought—he would again ascend the Peak of Dawn!
In his past life, he lay low at the bottom, escaping life through gaming because reality’s gravity was too heavy.
But now, with his near omniscient-mory, the most precious guides of the Dawn Realm were in his mind.
Anything he wished to achieve had a shortcut.
If so, let him comnce a brand new life.
In this new world after crossing over, he wouldn’t assu any NPC’s identity, nor live under another na, and wouldn’t change his na.
He would live as himself!
The things he couldn’t achieve in the past, he would reclaim them all here!
Reach the Peak of Dawn!
"Su Mo."
Su Mo gazed at Haywood with determination in his eyes, stating his real na clearly and deliberately.
"My na is Su Mo!"
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