Lin Ye squats on the rooftop, munching on a steamed bun. Floating in front of him is a blood-dripping demon core, the essence of the "songstress demon" he beat up at a KTV last night.
"Ding! Devouring successful. Tribulation level +1. Remaining lifespan -1 year."
As soon as the System's notification sounds, his phone lights up with a video call from his mom. "Son, your dad says you’ve got dark circles lately. Are you seeing someone?"
Lin Ye spots a sudden white hair in the mirror and forces a laugh. "Mom, I’m just... staying up late studying advanced math!"
Zhang Hao films wildly with his phone. "Brother Ye, can you livestream that lightning magic? I hacked the school forum and set up donations for you!"
Tang Wan'er puts her hands on her hips and sneers. "My private hospital has a bed reserved for you, so don't go lying flat right after showing off!"
