After Han Yanyan sent Tang Ke away to Ao Lin Academy, the two of them had no further connection. She instructed people to keep an eye on Xin Ya, fearing that Xin Ya might approach her father again, thereby creating unnecessary links between her and Tang Ke. Both Han Yanyan and Tang Ke were unpredictable factors in this world; the collision of their paths could cause unforeseen changes. It would be best if they remained as two parallel lines.
Fortunately, under her arrangements, Xin Ya no longer harbored illusions about Tang Ke entering the circle of the powerful. There was almost no intersection between Tang Ke and her.
Han Yanyan then turned her concern to the head of the Han family. Luckily, although he coveted Xin Ya, he wasn’t driven enough to take action. He was not in need of another woman, and as long as Xin Ya didn’t seek him out, he would become busy and forget about her.
Han Yanyan and Tang Ke continued their peaceful lives.
Han Yanyan, with astonishing self-discipline, was undergoing devilish training. At the age of fourteen, her first menstruation coincided with a second surge in her mental power. Just as the head of the Han family had hoped, she evolved into an S+ level mentalist.
Though it seemed like just a "+" above the S level, the leap from A level to S level was a tremendous milestone that blocked the vast majority of people. Every small step beyond S level was like a chasm.
As the heir of the family, this was a momentous celebration for the entire clan. Naturally, they would hold a grand celebration. On the guest list for the family banquet, Han Yanyan saw Xin Ya and Tang Ke’s names again. It seemed her father had thought of his beautiful cousin for some reason while inviting relatives. Xin Ya’s aunt did not bear the surname Han, and their blood relation was quite distant; strictly speaking, she couldn’t even be considered a true family member.
Han Yanyan crossed out the names of the mother and son, seeking tranquility.
As the future decision-maker of the family, Han Yanyan was naturally treated like a star at the banquet. Her father’s several illegitimate children came to establish ties with her, either calling her “sister” or “younger sister,” making it all seem very warm. No one found it strange.
Han Yanyan couldn’t help but smile wryly.
Over the past few years, she hadn’t invested much energy in these interpersonal relationships or other matters. She diligently focused on her mental power and mechas. To outsiders, she was a strict and disciplined heir, living a monotonous life. This heir showed little interest in food, drink, or fun. Her daily life was already exquisite and luxurious; she demonstrated contentment with that life, unlike other rich kids who were accustomed to it and always sought novelty.
Having finished her obligations, Han Yanyan quietly slipped away and returned to her study.
Her study was grand and spacious, yet books were piled everywhere. This young lady seemed to be extremely fond of reading, always sending her subordinates to gather books that piqued her interest.
No one knew that Han Yanyan was searching for another piece of treasure hidden within her books. This piece she hid more secretly and low-key.
She was flipping through the new books her subordinates had brought her; some were newly published, others found in old bookstores, all focused on mental power, mechas, and… biographies.
These books were quite interesting. The contents were so far removed from her real world, it was unlikely they came from the extraction of her brain’s information. It must have originated from Leo’s world. Through these books, she could vaguely glimpse what kind of world Leo lived in.
The head of the Han family entered the study and asked, “Why are you hiding in here? There are still guests downstairs.”
“It’s fine,” Han Yanyan said casually, “they all have requests from me. It’s not important whether I deal with them or not.”
“Don’t you like being with your siblings?” the head asked.
By siblings, he meant his illegitimate children. Most of those kids had beautiful mothers but poor genes, so their offspring suffered too. The best among them only reached A-level mental power as adults. While they were indeed impressive, they could never vie for the position of head. Han Yanyan was a product of superior genetics, destined to be the unique heir of the family. Thus, he was so strict with her.
In contrast, he was much kinder to the other children, as they weren’t burdened with the responsibilities of the head. He treated them more like a regular father.
He walked up to her and gently patted Han Yanyan on the head, saying, “Remember, to Dad, you are unique. No one can compare to you.”
Such words were quite rare and showed a moment of warmth from him toward Han Yanyan.
She acknowledged this kindness, assuring him, “Don’t worry, I will treat them well, as a head should. I just hope they don’t always come crowding around me; it would be best if they could leave me in peace.”
The man patted her shoulder and left, satisfied.
Han Yanyan continued to turn the pages, quietly reading.
When Han Yanyan turned nineteen, she finally found the book she had been searching for among the vast array of books her subordinates had gathered for her.
This book had been discovered in an old bookstore in a remote rural area. The buyer had worked with her for many years, already understanding her tastes well. When he saw this worn-out biography gathering dust in a corner of the shelf, though the subject was unfamiliar and seemed like a self-published memoir, he somehow felt that the young lady would want to read it. Thus, he bought it.
When the book reached Han Yanyan’s hands, she sighed in relief; she had finally found it.
The book seemed ancient and was likely a one-of-a-kind edition. Indeed, it was a unique copy. When constructing her world, an idea had flashed in her mind, and she had quietly hidden it among the vast information. She didn’t dare to create it in bulk, allowing it to wander aimlessly in some unknown corner of this world.
The worn cover bore some stains, but she could still clearly read the title—“The Biography of Leo.”
The world builder constructed the world, and the system filled the details, all of them real.
Han Yanyan’s mind raced; she had created a biography documenting Leo’s life in this world. The system was so advanced and intelligent; it must have gathered a wealth of information about Leo. This “Biography of Leo” recorded his true details.
“Hello, Leo,” Han Yanyan caressed the cover, gently opening it, “let’s get to know each other… huh, you’re actually not ugly?”
In Han Yanyan’s imagination, a terrifying scumbag should have had a repulsive face, the typical look of a villain. But opening the book revealed a portrait of a rather decent-looking man, though his gaze made one feel uncomfortable.
The first line read: “Leo Pike, genius, and great technological leader.”
Han Yanyan: “…”
As she flipped through, the first twenty pages were filled with exaggerated flattery.
Han Yanyan: “…”
Alright, she could already imagine this scumbag tinkering with all sorts of curious instruments alone each day, mumbling to the system because he had no friends, whining and complaining incessantly… All those murmurs were gathered as information by the system and formed this “Biography of Leo.”
This was a book brimming with self-praise, unrecognized talent, and intense envy toward the wealthy.
Leo Pike was born on a poor star, escaping through his naturally high IQ and excellent grades, getting accepted into a prestigious university. That university resembled this world’s “Dongchen Academy,” where most students came from elite families, while a few lucky ones who excelled in academics got scholarships.
If Leo had focused on his studies and graduated well, he could have possibly changed his social standing and walked a broad path. The problem was, this guy had an intense hatred of the wealthy. Even with high intelligence, he had no matching emotional intelligence.
This was evident in the occasional curses and insults thrown at his college classmates in his biography.
One could imagine that at that time, his classmates had noticed this. Thus, it was no surprise that Leo ended up friendless and isolated.
In the biography, he described himself to the system as “a lone wolf wandering in the world,” “with the proudest soul but not understood by the mundane,” and “every time bathed in starlight, he recognized himself as a man destined to rule the cosmos.”
Han Yanyan: “…”
Rubbing her forehead, Han Yanyan patiently continued reading, not letting go of any self-praise or grievances, fearing she might miss any useful information.
Leo’s turning point came in college. Before that, he was merely a poor student full of negative energy. Once in college, while unsurprisingly ostracized, the boys had grown up and calmed down, no longer engaging in childish antics like forcing classmates to drink toilet water. Everyone simply went about their own business, ignoring him.
Then Leo began to indulge in various prohibited technologies, unexpectedly attracting a few curious “friends.”
“Prohibited” was a term that always held an irresistible allure for the youth.
Among the few friends who were drawn to him out of curiosity, there was a beautiful girl. Leo, being a young man with normal biological impulses, uncontrollably fell in love with her. Unfortunately, the girl loved his roommate.
His roommate was one of his few “friends.” Both he and the girl came from good families, qualifying them as wealthy offspring. This couple generously provided Leo with financial support.
When it came to technology, Leo was indeed a genius. He successfully replicated the forbidden “Simulation World” technology, but at that time, due to financial and technological constraints, he could only simulate limited scenarios, still far from being called a “world.”
However, this technology was enough to intrigue his handful of curious friends.
Yet, if an official authority bans a technology, there’s always a reason behind that ban. The group of reckless youths finally ran into trouble.
Under Leo’s operation, his couple friends met their demise within the Simulation World. The young Leo, panicked, packed his bags and commenced a life on the run.
From that moment on, his life began to spiral out of control.