Upon hearing Shen Bingmiao's words, Lin Yu fell silent once again.
"How could a digital life form like you manage to lose all your money investing in financial products? Shouldn't you be able to just invest casually a few tis and have a steady stream of wealth?"
"My computing power is all used to maintain the 'forum'," Shen Bingmiao said helplessly. "And don't be so naive, junior. Investing isn't sothing you can master just by having fast reaction speeds."
"Couldn't you just modify your own account balance or sothing like that?"
Hearing Lin Yu's question, Shen Bingmiao replied with a sigh, "In terms of capability, yes, I could do that. But... actually doing such things would violate so of my underlying protocols."
"Alright, I get it," Lin Yu said, indicating his understanding. "Anyway, I'm not short on money now."
"Oh, and one last question," Lin Yu paused, looking at Shen Bingmiao. "This one isn't very important, you don't have to answer..."
"Just a bit of personal curiosity on my part, senior—since you inserted yourself into Jiangcheng dia University for my sake, and your appearance is obviously unreliable, so... how old are you actually this year?"
Shen Bingmiao was all ears at first, but upon hearing Lin Yu's question, she imdiately beca exasperated. "Why are you suddenly asking that?"
"It seems you don't have any more questions either... I should get going now."
"If you need any help from now on, or if you recall any clues about the second plan, rember to contact imdiately."
Shen Bingmiao said this, and then the figure projected from the phone vanished, cutting off the communication with Lin Yu.
Looking at the phone that had fallen into a busy signal, Lin Yu also let out a long sigh.
Lin Zhao, five years ago, Fate Fragnts, gods, the ultimate dungeon...
Although he didn't much like the previous feeling where everything was completely uncontrollable and unknowable, where he couldn't even pinpoint where the problem lay, now that he knew part of the "truth" and had seen the riddle itself, Lin Yu still didn't feel much better.
A heavy fog shrouded his mind. One by one, the mysteries of the past were like ingredients in a boiling hot pot, faintly visible yet impossible to see clearly.
Moreover, the truth behind these puzzles absolutely could not be ignored—it concerned whether his sister Lin Zhao could be resurrected.
"I can only take it one step at a ti. At least I still have senior as my 'accomplice'."
Lin Yu said, rubbing his temples.
Strangely enough, even though he had just learned of Lin Zhao's death today, Lin Yu didn't know why he felt no "sadness" or "pain" at all.
Perhaps in that mory deleted five years ago, he had already exhausted all his "grief".
He walked outside the room. By now, the "Lin Zhao" illusion that had appeared in the room due to 'Manifestation' had vanished. Those traces had also been erased, leaving only an empty room.
Lin Yu walked into the living room and found the money he had previously given to Lin Zhao scattered all over the floor—and amidst the red banknotes, lay a faded, tattered black-and-white photograph.
A pretty girl with a sowhat round face wore a smile, quietly gazing at the cara.
The final segnt of sealed mories finally surged into his heart.
"So this was my sister's morial photo."
Lin Yu murmured softly, picking up the photograph.
At this mont, there was finally a tiny bit of...
Loneliness in his heart.
"I absolutely must figure out all these truths..."
Lin Yu whispered to himself. Then, the bloody text before his eyes squird and appeared.
[Fate Fragnt · The Fourth: A Fate Fragnt existing in the form of a morial photo. Upon possession, one gains the favor of fate, but also attracts peering and watching eyes.]
At this mont, this [item] now belonged to him.
Lin Yu stored this [Fate Fragnt · The Fourth] into his [item space] and let out another long sigh.
He exhaled the loneliness and despondency.
Although he didn't know what exactly he had planned five years ago, Lin Yu decided to trust himself.
Even though he truly wasn't a genius... he absolutely would not have been careless about anything involving Lin Zhao.
He picked up the money from the floor, note by note, and then returned to the room, where he saw Old Zheng and Hannah again.
Looking at Old Zheng, Lin Yu sighed.
"So, Old Zheng, when you said I was special back then, was it because you saw that I was destined to join the 'Death Ga'?"
Old Zheng began to explain. "I could sense the aura of 'Fate' on you. So it was bound to lead you into this ga. Of course... I didn't expect your ho to have a 'Fate Fragnt' just lying around."
Lin Yu looked at Old Zheng. "Fine. In that case, let's reconcile. You can tell about that matter you wanted to ask for before."
Old Zheng was very surprised. "You don't hate the 'Psychological Society' anymore?"
"No, I still hate them. Although the feeling has lessened sowhat, that doesn't stop from wanting that organization to disappear imdiately," Lin Yu answered truthfully. "But that matter is no longer my top priority."
"Of course, in return... you must teach everything you know about how to use and manipulate psychic power."
As Lin Yu spoke, Old Zheng imdiately responded.
"Deal, boss."
"Actually, what I want you to do is also very simple... I hope you kill one of the current Council mbers within the 'Psychological Society'."
Old Zheng said seriously. Lin Yu, on the other hand, was shocked.
"Huh? Are you sure you don't also want to destroy the 'Psychological Society'?"
If Old Zheng had said his goal was this earlier, Lin Yu felt there would have been no need for them to fall out.
In his view, ranking the people within the entire 'Psychological Society' he wanted dead by priority, aside from 'Fluoxetine', the Council mbers were probably next.
Old Zheng shook his head. "No. I want you to eliminate the mole among them... I know there is a mole from the 'Marauders' within the Council of the 'Psychological Society', but I don't know who it is."
Lin Yu nodded. "Fine. I'll probably slaughter the entire Council anyway, so I definitely won't miss him."
Hearing this, Old Zheng was montarily at a loss for words. "Alright then... consider it us each taking a step back."
The two of them temporarily reached a kind of delicate reconciliation.
"Alright, ti to report to Li Hua," Lin Yu sighed. "After that, I should go check in with the 'Tycoon'."
"However, the strategy should also change... Whether it's 'May May' or other identities, perhaps I can be a bit more high-profile."
Before, being cautious and low-key was largely because he was weak and had reservations due to Lin Zhao.
But now he had reached the 'Second Tier', and Lin Zhao was already long gone from this world...
Lin Yu suddenly felt he had nothing left to fear.
What need did he have to keep a low profile anymore?
"This ti when I go to 'Jiang'an Hall', I'll try to see if I can farm so [Public Opinion Forges Truth] and [Pyramid Sche]!"
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