Chapter 68: This Year

Jianghai City Central Train Station.

In this world, magitech trains are almost the preferred choice for long-distance travel.

It’s not that humans can’t build airplanes—it’s that the skies are filled with all sorts of high-level flying magical beasts, extremely dangerous.

In comparison, magitech trains, laid with powerful defensive arrays on the ground, are the safest and fastest mode of transportation.

At the station entrance, crowds surged.

Lin Mo had nothing in his hands, not even a backpack.

Su Wan gripped Lin Mo’s hand tightly, eyes brimming with reluctance, unable to stop her urging:

“Mo’er, don’t be stingy when you get there—whatever you need, just buy it.”

Saying this, Su Wan pulled out a black card from her bag and shoved it into Lin Mo’s hand.

“Take this card. The password is your birthday.”

“There’s thirty million Longguo coins on it. Don’t deprive yourself—if you run out, call Mom right away.”

A warm current surged through Lin Mo’s heart.

Thirty million… pocket money.

Back in his last life, that was a number he never dared to dream of.

But in this life, it was just Mom’s small gesture, fearing he’d go hungry far from home.

“Thanks, Mom. Don’t worry—I’m a grown man now, I’ll take care of myself.”

Lin Mo smiled and tucked the card away.

Nearby, Lin Tianhao stepped forward.

He reached out to adjust Lin Mo’s collar, his gaze landing on the gleaming badge on Lin Mo’s chest.

It was a badge forged from pure gold.

Carved upon it was a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon coiled around a sword blade.

It had been delivered to the Lin household overnight by a special escort—the official badge of the Dragon Sequence Class.

Lin Tianhao gently stroked the badge, his voice brimming with pride:

“Dragon Sequence Class… good kid, you’ve made your old man proud.”

“Son, since you’ve worked so hard, I can’t fall behind—I’m heading to the front lines myself.”

Lin Mo: “...”

Wait, how did the system drag Dad into this too?

Lin Mo looked at the streak of white in his father’s temples and felt a pang of concern, unable to help saying:

“Dad, you’re getting old—enough already.”

“The front lines are dangerous. Your old bones are better off commanding from the rear—safety first.”

Hearing this, Lin Tianhao’s eyes flared:

“Nonsense! What do you mean ‘old bones’?”

He slammed his broad chest with a booming voice: “I’m still in my prime! I’m at my peak!”

“Brat, you’re underestimating your old man.”

“Across all of Longguo, there aren’t five people who can match me in combat!”

Watching his father like this, Lin Mo sighed helplessly.

“Fine, fine, you’re the strongest—you’re the Thunder War God.”

“Just be careful, don’t go too wild.”

There was no helping it.

After all these years, he knew his father’s nature best.

Once he made up his mind, even nine oxen couldn’t pull him back.

But one thing his father said was true: his strength truly ranked among the absolute top in all of Longguo.

Lin Tianhao laughed heartily, then turned to Ye Hongyu:

“Hongyu, you don’t need to follow me anymore—take a break, rest well, and improve yourself.”

Ye Hongyu nodded, then turned her gaze to Lin Mo, her eyes carrying a touch of reluctance and respect:

“Young Master, have a safe journey.”

“Don’t worry, Sister Ye.”

Lin Mo nodded with a smile, then waved to the three of them: “Alright, Dad, Mom, Sister Ye—go back. The train’s about to leave.”

Saying this, Lin Mo turned and walked confidently toward the station entrance.

Watching his son’s upright figure vanish at the end of the corridor,

Su Wan’s eyes grew slightly red:

“Lao Lin, our son has truly grown up…”

“Yes, a young eagle must spread its wings.”

Lin Tianhao took a deep breath. “Let’s go home.”

…

Inside the station hall.

There were many heading to the capital, forming a long line.

Lin Mo patiently queued, slowly moving forward with the crowd.

Just then,

A uniformed staff member approached.

He was merely making a routine patrol, his gaze sweeping casually through the crowd.

Suddenly,

He spotted the badge on Lin Mo’s chest and froze.

“That’s…”

The staff member rubbed his eyes hard, disbelieving, then looked again.

Under the station lights, the pure gold five-clawed golden dragon badge gleamed brilliantly.

Dragon Sequence Class!

The most elite prodigy among Longguo’s younger generation!

The staff member quickly straightened his collar and hurried to Lin Mo:

“Hello, are you… a new recruit of the Dragon Sequence Class?”

Lin Mo paused, startled.

“Yeah, that’s me. What’s up?”

“Hahaha, Dragon Sequence Class has a special lane—follow me.”

The staff member beamed with obsequious smiles, gesturing with a “please” motion.

“Huh? There’s a thing like that?”

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, then followed the staff member toward another direction.

Those waiting in line, hearing the commotion, turned to him with envious glances.

“Dragon Sequence Class? No way, it’s really him…!”

“I’ve only seen that badge on TV—man, it’s gold and shiny, so prestigious!”

“Man, if my son could get into Dragon Sequence Class, I’d get some reflected glory too.”

“Stop dreaming—get back in line, don’t think about impossible stuff.”

Amidst the envious, jealous stares of the crowd, Lin Mo strode confidently into the empty special lane.

The lane was spacious and bright.

Lin Mo couldn’t help but sigh:

“Sure enough, privileges may be crass—but once you use them, you know how sweet they are…”

…

…

The waiting platform.

The all-silver “Aurora” magitech train rested quietly beside the platform.

Following the instructions on his ticket, Lin Mo arrived at a luxury carriage.

His ticket had been delivered alongside the badge by the Dragon Sequence Class liaison the previous night.

The carriage was enormous.

Seats were arranged in groups of four, two facing two, with a wide table between them.

All seats were genuine leather sofas, equipped with massage and adjustable functions, offering supreme comfort.

At the moment, the carriage was empty.

Lin Mo walked to his assigned four-seat area.

On the table sat an elegant fruit platter and pastries, along with that day’s newspaper and several latest professional magazines.

“This place is nice.”

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction and sat by the window.

He glanced at the seats across and beside him.

"Four positions..."

"Does that mean, besides me, there are three other students from the Dragon Sequence class?"

Meanwhile,

The 'Earth Shield Technique' also began to stir.

【'Earth Shield Technique' eagerly peeked around: Wow! Is this the train to the capital? So big! Master, Master, is the capital really fun?】

Lin Mo smiled at its unworldly behavior.

"Of course. The capital is the heart of Dragon Nation—it’s definitely way more fun than Jianghai City."

【'Fireball Technique' sneered: Country bumpkin! All you ever think about is playing! We’re going to the capital for better resources and stronger monsters! I’m going to level up and carve out my territory in the capital!】

Lin Mo rubbed his temples and soothed: "Alright, alright, Little Fire, don’t rush. We’ll settle in once we reach the capital."

【'Fireball Technique' replied: Fine, then I’ll let those monsters live two more days.】

With that, Fireball Technique turned its attention to the neighboring skill slot.

【'Fireball Technique': Third one! Listen up! Once we reach the capital, I’ll develop a single-target skill stronger than yours! Just wait and see!】

Lin Mo nodded with satisfaction.

"That’s the spirit, Little Fire."

"Shame inspires courage—that’s the big brother I know who’s going to master a forbidden spell! Keep this momentum—I’m counting on you!"

【'Lightning Strike Technique' replied lazily and coldly: Hmm. Boring.】

The tone made it clear: it utterly dismissed Fireball Technique’s current damage, seeing it as no rival whatsoever.

Lin Mo glanced at Fireball Technique, its face flushed with anger, and couldn’t help but advise:

"Little Lei, don’t be so aloof."

"It’s got so much passion—even if you won’t cheer for it, at least don’t be so dismissive. You’re crushing team morale."

【'Lightning Strike Technique' fell silent for a moment: I’m going to sleep.】

"..."

Lin Mo’s mouth twitched uncontrollably.

So tired. This batch of skills is impossible to manage.