Chapter 91: Invincible in the World

“There’s no one here named Su Lin.”

A middle-aged man in a white hard hat adjusted his glasses and said, “You probably have the wrong place.”

“Sorry.”

Outside a construction site, a girl walked back while muttering, “Fine, if you won’t merge, you won’t—I already agreed to you, but you didn’t need to give me false info.”

“No.”

A blue robot-cat doll hung from her backpack, talking to her.

“At this time point, I really was doing concrete work at Oasis Properties’ site.”

Future Su Lin was equally bewildered.

“Open that app—yeah, search ‘Restore the Glory of the Killmate’ on Douyin.”

“A neon green-and-red makeup, non-mainstream avatar—that’s me.”

“No such user!”

“That’s impossible?”

“What else could he do besides doing concrete and making art?!”

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"To restore the glory of the God of Light, it is our sacred duty!" Su Lin stood with hands clasped behind his back, the Radiant Light of the Ten Realms illuminating all things as he gazed up at Ye Fan, Kleine, Xiao Yan, and Han Li, exhausted and lying on the ground.

“Even if my divine core is shattered, facing the four male leads with my hands behind my back, I, Su Shengguang Lin, am still invincible in this world!”

“You’re really cheating hard!” Xiao Yan bent over, panting, cursing, “You bastard, where’s your real body? Show yourself!”

Sip~

Su Lin stepped out from a historical fissure, holding a can of iced cola with a straw inserted; the sucking sound echoed from the metal can, as if he’d just swallowed the last drop.

“Eat my Buddha-Fury Fire Lotus!”

Xiao Yan seized the moment, pulled out a Buddha-Fury Fire Lotus from his robe, and hurled it at Su Lin, who held the cola.

Kleine attempted to disrupt the spiritual threads of Su Lin’s true body; Ye Fan hurled the Ten-Thousand-Things Mother Qi Cauldron at Su Lin; Han Li condensed a massive blue sword descending from the heavens, aimed directly at Su Lin’s crown.

The Flame Lotus bloomed above Water Mirror Peak; had it not been for the protective array, the explosion’s shockwave would have obliterated all vegetation on the peak.

“Are you calmer now?” Su Lin’s true body emerged from another historical fissure: “Didn’t you say you wanted to test my God of Light’s water content?”

“Fight me!” Xiao Yan roared.

“You’re a coward—never counterattack, acting like you’ll lose if our damage outpaces your healing.” Ye Fan had fought every young genius in the Northern Dipper, never seen anything this nauseating.

He doesn’t even defend himself—just lets you hit him, while dazzling healing light flashes dozens, hundreds of times per second.

Kleine straightened himself and walked toward Su Lin’s God of Light avatar, patting the god’s shoulder as if they were close friends.

He was preparing in advance for the ability he would gain upon ascending to Sequence Three.

"No wonder you’re the Sect Master," Kleine said to Su Lin’s God of Light avatar. "What a brilliant battle."

Su Lin’s eyes narrowed slightly—no good comes from unprovoked flattery. What is this guy up to?

“By the way, the time should be syncing soon—I should take my leave. Oh, about those things I asked you to buy for me last time.”

“Did you get them? I plan to take them back with me this time.”

“Oh, I had Lu Mingze’s people help me buy them.” Su Lin suddenly remembered—he’d need to ask Lu Mingze after returning to the Dragon Clan world.

Kleine felt a flicker in his spiritual perception, paused, then said, "You bought these for me in the Dragon Clan world."

“Yeah.” Su Lin replied.

"Lu Mingze—Lu Mingfei’s younger brother—bought them for you," Kleine confirmed again.

“Mm.”

"Who paid?" Kleine now assumed the role of Sherlock Moriaty, the great detective of Beckland returned: "If I recall correctly, Lu Mingfei said you and his brother were colluding on some scheme."

“You have no assets in the Dragon Clan world, and given your nature, you wouldn’t go there and scramble to find money—but you couldn’t forge currency either.”

Kleine’s eyes seemed to gleam.

“.” Su Lin fell silent.

“There’s only one truth!”

“Lu Mingze paid.”

Five seconds later, Su Lin spoke: “I’ll deduct only a quarter of your deposit with me.”

“Will you accept this outcome?”

“Deal.”

Su Lin had originally planned to freeload on Kleine’s deposit—after all, many of those items also existed in the Dragon Clan world.

Since Lu Mingze bought them for him, there was no need to pay again.

How sharp.

Watching the others depart, Su Lin recalled his avatar, sent a private message to Lu Mingfei in the chat group, then waited outside a building on the Sword Peak.

Soon after, Lu Mingfei, at the early Foundation Establishment stage, arrived at Su Lin’s side.

After drinking so much immortal liquor and absorbing another version of his own Dao Fruit, Lu Mingfei had taken two days to reach early Foundation Establishment—Su Lin still found it hard to believe.

“Go in and pick one.”

Emiya Shirou, ever the kindhearted soul, had projected over a dozen high-quality weapons during his rare holiday—each with fine details and long-lasting durability.

Swords, spears, dao blades, halberds, hammers, daggers, vases, compasses, and more.

Su Lin lifted the restrictions, letting Lu Mingfei enter and choose one.

Surprisingly, the guy picked a greatsword.

【Greatsword of No Craftsmanship—Modified】

“Last night I dreamed I used this greatsword to trim the toenails of giants,” Lu Mingfei swung the greatsword, and without realizing it, his movements already carried technique and style.

He himself didn’t notice—every swing and slash was utterly devoid of excess motion.

Keep going, future acting Sect Master.

The disciples’ training is yours now.

Su Lin thought silently.

“I should head back,” Lu Mingfei opened a portal. “Are you coming?”

“Aren’t you curious?” Su Lin asked.

“If I were curious, would you tell me?” Lu Mingfei countered. “Actually, I’ve already guessed a bit.”

Lu Mingfei rubbed his head and smiled. “As long as it’s not too extreme, I don’t mind—it’s all for my own good, after all.”

“But if it goes too far, I’ll definitely resist.”

“I’m off—I want to save that girl named Ma Shengzhen.”

Lu Mingfei disliked the fate of that side character—the coins burning away Caesar’s dignity had ignited fury in Lu Mingfei’s heart.

This time he returned, let anyone who dared invade test his new weapon.

A hundred rifles, a hundred trashlings.

Lu Mingfei wouldn’t mind unleashing a Tokyo Musou.

Lu Mingfei shook his head, shaking off the sudden aggression from his mind.

Then he opened the portal; Su Lin followed behind him.

After all, there were still two clients in that world—this contractor had to go personally to ensure he got paid before the New Year.

And doing art in another world wasn’t bad either.

Contracting projects, doing art—what else could he possibly do?

Thank you all for your tips and monthly votes—I’ll thank each of you individually tomorrow! Happy New Year! Once again, wishing everyone a joyful Spring Festival! Boom boom boom!

(End of Chapter)