Dictator From Outer Space - Chapter 237: A Fair Trade

After the Gaokao ended, Lin Feng started working at a bar to earn tuition.Unexpectedly, he encountered a beautiful woman who was drowning her sorrows, insisting that Lin Feng drink with her.Both got drunk as skunks, unconscious.When Lin Feng woke up, the beautiful woman had already left, and the previous night seemed like a dream.Two years later, during the first semester of his sophomore year, a beautiful tutor suddenly joined his class.Lin Feng: Hm? This beautiful lady, why does she look a bit familiar?Zhang Yuxi: Lin Feng, do you still remember that night two years ago?Lin Feng: ???When Lin Feng saw the four adorably clueless babies in Zhang Yuxi's home, he knew he couldn’t run away anymore…

A million years ago, he had traversed the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, braving countless mysterious Life Prohibition Zones, in search of a way to resurrect that foolish woman, but inadvertently learned one earth-shattering secret after another. Thereafter, he went through nine cycles of reincarnation, strategizing over the world, casting his net across the heavens, with the Myriad Realms as his board! In this life, he had returned from reincarnation, his Qi engulfing mountains and rivers, “It’s time to close the net...”

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve.Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish.Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others.In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle.Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper:Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked.Let the games begin.

One day, when I came to my senses, I found myself reincarnated in another world.After enduring a rough life post-reincarnation, I thought I could finally settle down, quietly tending to a flower garden in the mountains……But something feels off.”