Chapter 2: Welcome to the End of the World

3:00 p.m.

Outside, the crimson mist had grown thicker, nearly blocking half of the sunlight in the sky.

Qin Wu, dressed sharply in elegant gray trousers, returned to the luxurious hotel suite.

As the legitimate heir of the Qin family from Youdu, he had been forced to come to Jiangning for certain reasons and was arranged by his grandparents to serve as a guest professor of ancient martial arts at Jiangning University.

An undisputed prodigy favored by heaven.

Stepping into the suite, the irritating red mist had already seeped inside.

Qin Wu frowned. “Li Ye?! Are you here?”

His voice echoed beyond the crimson fog, but no reply came.

He pressed the main light switch, and the chandelier above flickered sharply.

The dim room brightened for only a moment before sinking back into oppressive darkness.

“Damn it! What’s wrong with this hotel? Do they not want to turn on the lights?” Qin Wu cursed, revealing a rare agitation he never showed before others.

Impatient, he turned to head downstairs to find the hotel manager.

But his footsteps abruptly halted in the red mist.

For suddenly, a low murmur, like that of an ancient god, whispered in his ear.

A deity… the Candlelight Guide!

A scorching heat spread through Qin Wu’s body, as if a fierce flame was burning through his limbs and bones.

Fine blood vessels appeared on his right arm, and an inexplicable tattoo materialized there out of thin air.

“Huff… huff… huff…”

Qin Wu gasped heavily, collapsing against the door with a thud, sweat beading across his skin.

Despite this, he summoned all his strength to lift his right arm, a puzzled look crossing his face.

He felt it—power! A formidable force beyond his understanding!

Before he could examine it further, a loud boom exploded behind his head.

Two fingers pressed together like a razor blade swept past.

Qin Wu didn’t even have time to react before a gust of wind sliced past his neck.

The burning heat in his blood cooled rapidly—chilling.

Breath escaped from his throat with a rasping sound.

“Heh… heh…”

In disbelief, he clutched his neck. The fierce fire that had engulfed his body gradually died out, and the life force draining away took all warmth from his flesh.

Qin Wu slumped weakly to the floor, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

Who?!

Why?!

With a creak, the wooden door opened, and Qin Wu fell backward like a puppet, lying on the cold ground.

Li Ye, still wearing that coat, looked down at him from above.

Perhaps feeling awkward speaking like this, he squatted in front of Qin Wu’s eyes.

His calm tone was as if sharing private words.

“I spent 342 days—from being the very last in my high school class to entering Jiangning University.”

“I used the opportunity of fixing your punching form to play back your entrance habits in my mind 1,768 times.”

“I considered 14 different states and postures you might take after gaining the Chosen One mark.”

“I also prepared six backup plans in case my sneak attacks failed.”

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