For a brief mont, even Su Mo felt a bit awkward rembering it.
[Making him... explode like that in front of a high-end gathering...]
[Yeah... that might’ve been a bit too much.]
[And now he’s a famous figure... what was it again?]
Su Mo’s thoughts paused.
[Ah, right?]
[Super Shit Man of Jiangnan City.]
He almost coughed.
[That reputation is probably going to follow him for a long while.]
[No wonder his confidence is shattered.]
Su Mo maintained his calm exterior, but inwardly, he clicked his tongue.
[Alright... maybe that prank really went too far.]
He glanced at Lin Fan again, noticing the genuine frustration and helplessness in his expression.
[Now that I think about it. It seems quite normal. Lin Fan’s previous personality had quite an inferiority complex.]
[If not for the rebirth and the frustrations of his entire previous life’s failures. His personality wouldn’t have shown such a drastic change.]
[After my constant ddling, he t with repeated failures and suffered public humiliation.]
[No wonder. He lost his arrogance. He’s basically been dragged back to reality.]
Su Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.
[Anyway, Lin Fan’s entire luck value will soon be cleared out.]
He let out a silent breath.
[Maybe I shouldn’t be so harsh on him.]
anwhile, Lin Fan remained standing there, his head slightly lowered, as if waiting for judgnt.
In his eyes, the old man in front of him was an unfathomable expert.
Soone who could see through destiny itself.
Soone with magical powers, who was also his saviour.
Even now, being seen through completely... he didn’t feel fear.
Only a strange sense of acceptance and reverence.
Su Mo finally spoke again.
"Hmm..."
He nodded slowly, as if confirming sothing only he could see.
"Rebirth is both a blessing... and a burden."
His tone remained calm, carrying that sa sage-like composure.
"To rember failure... and walk the sa path again..."
"It is not as simple as it sounds."
Lin Fan’s body trembled slightly.
Those words... they resonated with him more than anything else.
He looked up, his eyes filled with a mix of shock and emotion.
Su Mo, still stroking his beard, continued without changing expression.
"But whether one rises... or falls again..."
"The world does not decide it."
"It is decided by the heart."
Lin Fan froze.
For a mont, he didn’t know what to say.
Those words sounded profound.
They stirred sothing within him...
While Su Mo maintained the appearance of a wise, mysterious elder.
And inwardly thought:
[Alright... that sounded convincing enough.]
[Let’s keep going with that.]
[This protagonist really needs so fixing.]
"M-my heart? Sir, what does that an?" Lin Fan asked, genuine confusion written all over his face.
Su Mo looked at him quietly, his aged face carrying a trace of gravity, as if what he was about to say was sothing not to be taken lightly. There was even a faint hint of pity in his eyes, the kind an elder would show toward a misguided junior.
On the surface, he appeared calm and profound.
While inside—
[Alright... ti to make sothing up.]
He lightly stroked his beard, buying himself a mont.
[Let’s see... sothing about heart... What did I read in those novels? Hmm, karma, destiny... yeah, that sounds convincing enough.]
"Young man," Su Mo began slowly, his tone asured, "what I see is not your strength, nor your talent... but your heart."
Lin Fan’s body tensed slightly.
"In your heart," Su Mo continued, his gaze steady, "there is purity. But that purity... has been tainted."
Lin Fan’s breathing grew slightly uneven at Su Mo’s pause.
"...tainted by your experiences," Su Mo continued, "and by the resentnt you carry."
The words landed heavily.
At that mont, Lin Fan understood.
His hatred. The frustration and unwillingness to accept everything that had happened in his previous life—all of it surged into his mind at once.
So that’s why...
Is it because of my hatred... that everything keeps going wrong?
A thought he had never seriously considered before began to take root.
But it was difficult for him to accept that fact.
Lin Fan clenched his fists unconsciously.
"What should I do, sir?" he asked, his voice carrying a trace of urgency. "If I can’t even take revenge... then what’s the point of my rebirth?"
His gaze hardened slightly as he expressed his feelings.
"Is it wrong for to hate my enemies?"
Su Mo went silent for a mont.
Outwardly, he looked like a wise elder contemplating the question of a troubled youth.
Inwardly, his thoughts were abstract as always.
[Good question...]
[... No idea.]
[Dude, I don’t even have any enmity with you. Yet, I already made you a superhero.]
[Too bad if I say that. My previous words would be wasted.]
He paused briefly.
[Alright, let’s build sothing logical.]
"Young man," Su Mo finally spoke, his voice calm and steady, "a person’s destiny and luck... are shaped by their karma."
Lin Fan listened attentively.
"When you suffered misfortune in your previous life," Su Mo continued, "your destiny gave you a chance—a second life."
"With that, your past karma and luck were... balanced."
Lin Fan’s pupils trembled slightly.
"Now," Su Mo said, "the karma you create in this life... will determine your future."
He paused, letting the words sink in before asking,
"Tell , young man... the resentnt in your heart—does it co from this life... or your previous one?"
Lin Fan didn’t hesitate.
"...Mostly from my previous life."
Su Mo nodded slightly and asked. "And the people you resent?"
Lin Fan fell silent.
His mind began to race. Other than those two dogs, Ye Ling and Han Jie.
The most hated enemy he had was the Yang family.
But in this life... they hadn’t even crossed paths yet.
Nor had they done anything that wronged him.
Yet, he had already labelled them as enemies and even decided... to destroy them by the root.
The hatred he carried... was indeed entirely from his past life. A future that had not yet happened.
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