This was a cloudy morning.

A damp, chilly day.

What do people experience on a weekday morning like this?

First, they open their eyelids, which have been closed for three or four hours, to the sound of their phone's alarm music.

Then, they glance at the clock on their phone screen, turn off the alarm, and close their eyes again.

About five minutes later, their reason compels them to endure the urge to die and open their eyes once more.

Next, they engage in a mental struggle lasting about thirty seconds, the result of which is usually... they successfully suppress their strong desire to take a day off or quit their job and grit their teeth as they crawl out of bed.

Depending on their gender, age, and personality, they will get themselves ready and leave the house in the next five to fifty minutes.

More than half of them skip breakfast, for no other reason than that... omitting this step allows them to squeeze out a tiny bit more sleep time.

When the sun has almost completely risen, they will squeeze onto a subway or bus that can extract the juice out of people and endure a long commute without any pay.

This... is the morning of the vast majority of young and middle-aged people in big cities.

Their faces are piled with confusion, exhaustion, and numbness.

Their hearts are lonely, but they have no one to confide in.

Day after day, they bow to reality, compromise, and endure...

But... they ultimately see no hope or way out.

Thankfully—I am not one of them.

...

Feng Bujue sat on a park bench, typed the above passage on his phone, and sat there carefully examining and savoring it.

"Hehehe... in a good mood, I see." Suddenly, a lewd laugh came from behind him, "Are you planning to write this into a book?"

"That's just the kind of person I am... my mind can't be idle." Feng Bujue knew it was Woody talking to him without even turning his head, so he replied without looking back, "That's why I hate waiting for people the most." As he spoke, he saved the text he had just typed, then locked the phone screen and put it back into his jacket pocket.

"Hehe... sorry." Woody said, and sat down next to Jue-ge, "I ran into something on the way, so I was delayed a bit."

"Instant teleportation can be delayed?" As soon as the other party sat down, Feng Bujue's first sentence was a rebuttal, "Oh... should I say, does 'instant teleportation' even have something called 'on the way'?"

"I don't use instant teleportation everywhere." Woody replied, "Most of the time, I still have to rely on transportation or walking."

"So you can just say you were stuck in traffic." Feng Bujue said.

"Hehe..." Woody took the opportunity to change the subject under the cover of laughter, "The 'thing,' you've already brought it, right?"

"You've already seen it, haven't you." Feng Bujue said, and picked up a courier package that was placed next to him, stuffing it into Woody's arms.

"Something worth at least several million US dollars, and you just wrap it up like this?" Woody asked as he took the package.

"I didn't wrap it." Feng Bujue said, "The courier did."

"Oh..." Woody continued, "The other party is also very generous, this kind of thing... they actually chose to send it to you by courier?"

"Although I didn't wrap the thing, using the courier method was... my suggestion." Feng Bujue continued, "If I hadn't made this suggestion... then yesterday afternoon, my neighbors would have had the pleasure of seeing—an armored, extended Lincoln drive into the neighborhood, stop downstairs, and then, several burly men in black suits would pour out of the car, carrying a box that obviously contained valuable items, and finally... they would deliver the box to my door in a grand manner."

"Hehehe..." Woody laughed when he heard this, "Sounds like a very interesting scene."

"Yeah." Feng Bujue replied in a sarcastic tone, "It would also be very interesting when the local police came to talk to me." He paused, "When I bought the game pod in the first half of the year, just because the box didn't specify what the product was, the police station immediately got wind of it and thought I might have been smuggling a batch of military equipment or something, and they specifically sent someone to investigate."

"Hehehe... that can only mean that the image you've cultivated on weekdays is too evil." Woody laughed.

"You're just a minor player compared to you." Feng Bujue retorted and took the opportunity to change the subject, "Alright, in any case, I've already gotten what you wanted, it's time to fulfill your promise, right?"

"Hmm..." At this second, Woody looked down at the courier box. He could sense the power contained in the thing inside, so he wasn't worried that Jue-ge would give him a stone or something, "Alright..." He paused for a second, then said, "But... you really don't want to undo Li Ruoyu's seal?"

"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I've given the decision-making power and the right to act to her personally." Feng Bujue said.

"Hehe... you have your roundabout ways too." Woody laughed, "I thought you'd be a more direct man when it comes to matters of the heart."

"When you say 'direct' you mean..." Feng Bujue squinted and glanced at Woody, tentatively saying.

"Hehehe... you can figure it out for yourself." Woody was a very clever character, and in order to keep the scale of this book within a "harmonious" range, he cleverly used a piece of nonsense to muddle through.

"In short... since you've temporarily put aside the matter of the seal, then there's only one promise I have to fulfill." Woody continued.

"Ah..." Feng Bujue responded casually, then said, "You'd better be more specific... after all, I went to so much trouble, if the information I get is just something like 'you're just naturally talented,' I won't be convinced."

"Hehehe..." Woody pushed the glasses on his nose, which were always gleaming white, and smiled, "Don't worry, I will definitely tell you everything I know..."

He didn't say the words "without reservation," because there were some things he really "couldn't say" rather than "didn't want to say."

Feng Bujue was also a smart man, and he could hear the meaning behind the words, so he didn't say anything more about it.

"Then..." After two seconds, Woody began to explain, "I'll start with this 'Atari Crown' first."

"The 'truth of my ability' has something to do with this thing?" Feng Bujue immediately asked.

"Hehe... what I'm going to tell you is not just about your ability, I'm going to tell you..." Woody said mysteriously, "...everything."

"Oh... everything..." Feng Bujue asked, looking at the other party with suspicious eyes, "For example?"

"Hehehe... for example..." Woody continued, "...what Thriller Paradise actually is."