Lin Feng picked up his milk tea, took a sip, smiled, and said nothing.

His classmate's reaction was within his expectations, but he didn't care about such empty fame.

Wang Hao looked at his calm demeanor and sighed, "Brother Feng, you're really steady.

If it were me, my tail would have been wagging in the sky long ago! Let's go, let's go, I must fleece you for a big meal today! All the places we were too envious to visit before, we're hitting them all today!"

Lin Feng didn't object. The two left the milk tea shop and began a journey of "revenge spending."

At high-end restaurants they used to think were ridiculously expensive, they ordered a table full of specialty dishes;

The latest game pods and somatosensory equipment they had only seen through shop windows before, they bought directly with a swipe of a card;

Extreme experience projects they couldn't afford to play before, they tried them all;

They even went to a concert where the tickets used to seem too luxurious.

By the end of the day, Lin Feng looked at the spending records on his personal terminal; in just a few short hours, he had actually spent nearly a hundred thousand credits.

In the past, this would have been almost several years' worth of his parents' savings.

But at this moment, there wasn't much of a ripple in his heart, as if it really was just a string of numbers that could be increased or decreased at will.

A monthly salary of a million, a state-provided villa, a foundation in the Nightmare World... the material pleasures of Blue Star had already lost most of their attraction for him.

Wang Hao, on the other hand, was flushed with excitement, clutching his newly bought gaming equipment. But by evening, the excitement on his face gradually faded, replaced by a hint of hesitation and embarrassment.

"Brother Feng..." Wang Hao rubbed his hands, "That... there's something I want to ask for your help with, I'm not sure if it's convenient."

"Speak," Lin Feng looked at him.

"My dad's factory isn't doing well. There were layoffs last month, and he... was optimized."

Wang Hao's voice dropped, "The family situation got tight all of a sudden. I was thinking if I could find a part-time job to help out with expenses.

You... you have broad connections now, is there any... work I can do? The pay doesn't have to be much, as long as it's legitimate."

Lin Feng glanced at Wang Hao. This deskmate who usually seemed carefree was now hanging his head, unconsciously picking at the corner of his shirt, not even daring to raise his eyes.

He thought for a moment, then directly took out his communicator and dialed Lin Xiaoyu's number.

The call was picked up almost immediately, and Lin Xiaoyu's crisp, enthusiastic voice came through: "Hello? Lord Lin! Any instructions?" The background noise sounded like she was still in the office.

"Xiaoyu, sorry to bother you. I have a small matter I'd like to trouble you with," Lin Feng said directly.

"I have a friend who wants to find a legitimate part-time job to help with his family expenses.

On your end, or in the Nightmare Administration Bureau's related partner units, are there any positions suitable for a student?"

"The requirements aren't high—legitimate, safe, and flexible hours would be best."

"A friend of Lord Lin! No problem, it's a piece of cake!"

Lin Xiaoyu's voice was full of energy, "Give me two minutes, I'll check!"

Sure enough, in less than three minutes, Lin Xiaoyu replied: "Found it! Lord Lin, over at the DreamNet streaming platform, our Bureau has some collaborative supervisory positions.

Coincidentally, the moderator position for the 'Beacon Fire Village - Lin Feng' official livestream room is still vacant. It's a collaborative outsourcing role with a monthly salary of six thousand credits.

The working hours are flexible; it mainly involves monitoring the livestream chat, banning rule-breaking comments and accounts in time, and maintaining basic order.

The work content is simple and can be handled via a personal terminal, making it very suitable for a student part-time job.

Does this look okay to you? If your friend is willing, I'll send over the contact information and the electronic contract immediately. He can go through the process and start today!"

A DreamNet livestream moderator? For his own livestream room? A monthly salary of six thousand? Flexible hours?

Wang Hao, listening from the side, was wide-eyed; this job was practically tailor-made!

Not only was it easy and legitimate with decent pay, but he could also see Lin Feng's movements in the Nightmare World firsthand!

Lin Feng looked at Wang Hao, who was nodding his head like a chick pecking at rice.

"Okay, let's go with this one. Sorry for the trouble, Xiaoyu," Lin Feng said.

"No trouble at all! I'm just glad to help Lord Lin's friend! I'll send the information to your terminal right away, and your friend can just follow the procedure!"

"If there are any special situations in the livestream room in the future, he can also contact me directly!" Lin Xiaoyu handled things efficiently.

After hanging up, Wang Hao was so excited he almost jumped, grabbing Lin Feng's arm: "Brother Feng! You're too good! Six thousand! And it's so easy! You're really like a real brother to me!"

Lin Feng waved his hand: "Alright, no need to be so polite with me. Work hard, and also help me keep an eye on the chat; let me know if there are any unusual comments."

"Don't worry! Mission guaranteed! If anyone dares to badmouth you, I'll be the first to ban them!" Wang Hao promised, patting his chest.

They chatted for a while longer as the sky grew dark.

Looking at the city as the lights began to flicker on, Lin Feng felt that sense of detachment and a faint restlessness becoming more and more obvious.

The bustling streets, the flashing neon, the pedestrians talking about daily trivialities... all of this made him feel a sense of estrangement.

His battlefield, his world, his concerns and responsibilities were in another dimension.

"Haozi, I'm heading back first. Follow the process for your job, and contact me if anything comes up." Lin Feng stood up.

"So early? Not going to hang out more?" Wang Hao hadn't had enough.

"No, I still have some things to do." Lin Feng shook his head.

Wang Hao looked at the calm but indescribably deep look in Lin Feng's eyes and seemed to understand something. He nodded, "Alright, Brother Feng, then you go ahead. I won't say thanks for the big favor!"

The two said their goodbyes. Lin Feng didn't call a car; he walked alone through the streets, passing through the prosperity and moving toward the gradually quiet new district.

When he returned to Villa No. 7 in Lords Home, his parents were under Butler Zhou's guidance, curiously trying out the smart kitchen system to prepare dinner themselves, their faces beaming with satisfied and peaceful smiles.

Seeing their son return, they quickly greeted him. Lin Feng accompanied his parents for dinner and chatted, listening to them excitedly plan to visit the botanical garden in the community tomorrow and borrow a few books from the library.

Seeing his parents' stable and joyful appearance, the last bit of concern in Lin Feng's heart was put to rest.

The security provided by the state was very comprehensive; his parents could enjoy their retirement here in peace.

At night, he returned to his room on ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ the second floor.

Outside the window was Blue Star's peaceful night sky and the scattered lights within the community. Quiet, harmonious, and comfortable.

But he felt like an eagle temporarily resting in a comfortable nest; his wings were already full, and his gaze had long been cast toward the higher and further firmament.

The ease here did not belong to him, at least not for now.

He stroked the cold and familiar Wildfire Spear by the bed. In his mind flashed the outline of Beacon Fire Village, the Great Qin Garrison Soldiers in training, his loyal subordinates, the Xiaoyao Stronghold and Juyi Manor awaiting integration, the towering ruined walls of Qingshi County, and the beacon fires that would surely sweep in ten or so days.

Hot blood surged beneath his calm body, and battle intent burned in the depths of his eyes.

"Still... that place suits me better."

He no longer hesitated, walked to the most spacious spot in the center of the room, and sat cross-legged.

His consciousness communicated with the Lord's Authority, locating the core area of Beacon Fire Village.

In the next second, his figure began to become blurred and transparent.

The Wildfire Spear on the bed also quietly disappeared along with him.

The mundane life and peace of Blue Star were temporarily left behind.