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Chapter 1: Start of Everything

In the bustling central square, some pedestrians strolled leisurely while others hurried by. Children run joyfully, and in the distance stood the tall and majestic ice-covered monument in front of Qlipoth Fort. A sightseeing car moved slowly along the tracks, occasionally ringing its bell with a "clang clang" when blocked by pedestrians.

Gepard, clad in exquisite shiny silver armor, walked towards Qlipoth Fort. He looked at the familiar scenery around him, which never failed to bring him a sense of peace and relaxation.

This peace was precisely what he, as a Silvermane Guard, had sworn to protect.

Gepard walked on until he noticed a blond young man sitting on a nearby bench. The man was dressed finely, with a calm and graceful demeanor that instantly made a good impression. His handsome face radiated affability.

The man was engrossed in a book, his expression focused. Occasionally, he nodded slightly as if he had learned something, and at other times, he frowned as if in disagreement.

He looked like someone who would be easy to get along with.

Indeed, this was the case. The man was a well-known philanthropist in Belobog. Upon seeing this recently famous charitable figure, Gepard couldn't help but stop, standing even more upright as he greeted formally.

"Good morning, Mr. Luo."

The man looked up from his book and greeted with a smile, "Good morning, Officer Gepard. You're up early working again today. Thank you for your hard work."

His words conveyed warmth and appreciation for the Silvermane Guard who protected their peace.

"You're too kind, Mr. Luo Yu. Guarding Belobog's peace is my duty as a Silvermane Guard." Gepard nodded solemnly, embodying the steadfast and resolute spirit of the Silvermane Guard.

After exchanging a few more words, Gepard took his leave, having little time for idle chat.

Before he left, he curiously glanced at the book in Mr. Luo Yu's hands. As a man of noble character, Gepard was interested in the kind of books Luo Yu read, thinking he might buy them to enrich himself.

With this thought, the book's cover title came into view.

"108 Essential Techniques to Woo Lonely Single Mothers"

Gepard: "???"

Wait, what kind of strange book are you reading, Mr. Luo?

Seeing the book's content left Gepard bewildered, his expression a mix of confusion and incomprehension as he walked away.

Does this book contain some profound knowledge?

...

Gepard gradually walked away. After a long time, Luo Yu finally closed the book, shaking his head in dissatisfaction.

To him, only a few tricks out of the 108 were worth considering; the rest were subpar.

Authors these days, he thought, only know how to come up with catchy titles without improving their writing skills.

Honestly, who would buy such a gimmicky book and sit on a bench reading it seriously for two hours? Only someone with abnormal tastes would do such a thing.

"Hmm..."

After sitting for over three hours, his body felt stiff.

Stretching a bit, Luo Yu put the book aside, took out a dark gold pocket watch, and checked the time. He smiled, "Oh, It's time for my favorite charity work."

He was born in this city called Belobog, and had lived there for twenty-three years.

In his previous life, Luo Yu had also played the most popular game of his time, so naturally, he knew where he was now.

Since coming to this world, Luo Yu had never seen his parents. He was raised by maids from birth, and though his hair color had changed, his name and appearance remained the same.

It gave him the feeling that his parents in this world were just nominal caretakers.

After managing the inheritance left to him, Luo Yu now had considerable wealth.

Over the years, he sometimes wondered if, as a transmigrator and an orphan, he would receive the essential transmigrator's golden finger system at sixteen or eighteen.

But the final outcome told Luo Yu that he had over-thought things.

More than just overthought.

Four months ago, he received a system...

Calling it a system is a stretch. To be precise, it was a part of a system, like a component disassembled from the main system. The disassembly wasn’t done well—more like a violent dismantling—which made this component function poorly, with many issues.

Luo Yu put away his book and walked home. It didn’t take long.

— Underworld + Rocktown —

The streets here appeared cleaner. In the center of this area stood a building named the Goethe Grand Hotel.

Around the hotel, many tables and chairs were set up, already crowded with people, about a hundred tables, creating a lively and noisy scene.

There were old people, children, vagrants, and miners.

Everyone's faces were lit with smiles and expectation. Some even rubbed their hands together, eyes gleaming green, watching plates of delicious food being served, undoubtedly a rare feast in the Underworld.

Before the delicious food, everyone was equal. The moment the dishes were placed, they were eagerly grabbed in excitement.

Eating the feast, these people occasionally cheered, calling out Luo Yu’s name.

At the restaurant entrance, Luo Yu stood with a warm smile, observing everything. Beside him stood a flashy-dressed purple-haired young man.

“Mr. Luo, will there be more of these meals in the future?” A voice suddenly rang out not far from him, filled with unease.

Though the voice wasn’t loud, it voiced what many dared not think, creating a chain reaction that turned the lively atmosphere somber and gloomy.

Seeing the feast they normally couldn’t enjoy, everyone’s feelings grew complicated.

Belobog, wrapped in cold and ice, relied on the mining of Geomarrow to function and survive, maintaining the city’s operation and heating. Over centuries of extensive mining, vast underground spaces formed, and with the construction of lighting devices called "Core Furnace," the mining area evolved into the so-called Underworld. Although the living standards there weren’t as high as in the Overworld, they weren’t poor.

But one day, the Rift’s expansion rapidly encroached on the Underworld, consuming much of the living space, causing material shortages and unstable order.