The skeleton is too invincible; I leveled up with the school beauty!

"Look! It's Young Master Wang Dao!"

A girl screamed excitedly, her voice filled with admiration.

"My God! Such a powerful fluctuation! What kind of profession has he awakened?!"

The boy next to him stared wide-eyed, his face filled with shock and envy.

All eyes were focused on a boy wearing a custom-made high-end combat suit standing proudly on the testing platform.

He wore a silver "Dragon Fang" badge on his chest—the symbol of Dragon Fang, the strongest guild in Luolong City.

But what's most eye-catching is the dazzling purple rune floating above his head—[Epic Class: Oracle]

"Holy crap! An oracle?!"

"A legendary, top-tier epic class that, when cultivated to its ultimate level, allows one to glimpse the river of destiny?! This... this King Dao is truly a chosen one!"

"Wang Dao is the only son of the guild leader of the [Dragon Fang] guild. Their guild is incredibly powerful, monopolizing 80% of the dungeon resources in Luolong City!"

"Having a powerful background is one thing, but now they've awakened such an incredible career. Some people are truly born with a silver spoon in their mouth; God seems to be feeding them!"

In the corner, a boy who knew the inside story lowered his voice, his tone carrying a complex emotion: "Have you heard? Last week's black market auction... Dragon Fang Guild spent a whopping 80 million, just for a 'Fragment of Divine Prophecy'... Without this, is it even possible for Wangdao to awaken a Divine Oracle?"

"That's just fate... If you don't have the talent, you can throw money at it, even risk your life! Unfortunately, mortals like us don't even have the right to glimpse a fragment."

"I'm from a poor family," a student said bitterly, his eyes filled with helplessness.

Awakening is not completely random. Using high-level items with corresponding attributes can greatly increase the awakening probability of a specific class. However, these items are very expensive, and ordinary people cannot afford even one fragment in their entire lives.

Ultimately, you need money and resources to do anything; this is an eternal truth.

Wang Dao stood high above, bathed in countless gazes below, some filled with awe, some with envy, and some with fanaticism.

The smile at the corner of his mouth exuded an air of arrogance, as he lightly flexed his wrist—

hum!

An invisible yet powerful surge of psionic energy suddenly spread out, and spiderweb-like fine cracks instantly appeared on the sturdy Awakening Platform's protective shield!

Releasing spiritual energy!

The mark of an E-level powerhouse! The next moment, the crowd seemed to be parted by an invisible hand, automatically separating to both sides.

Wang Dao strolled over at a leisurely pace.

Four lackeys followed closely behind.

"Get out of the way! Didn't you see Young Master Wang asked for it?"

"Are you deaf? Young Master Wang has arrived, get out of the way!"

Dean Lu Tianming hurriedly went to greet him, his face plastered with a fawning smile, even his wrinkles betraying his ingratiation: "Young Master Wang has awakened a precognitive divine skill; he'll at least be an A-rank expert in the future. The Dragon Fang Guild has a worthy successor!"

In this real-world scenario where the game has been adapted, guilds are powerful organizations outside of official channels.

Dragon Fang Guild, as the largest and strongest guild in Luolong City, boasts over three hundred awakened members and possesses formidable strength, practically dominating the city.

And the guild leader, Wang Tianlong, is the only A-level expert in the city.

The video of him soloing the A-rank dungeon "Lava Hell" three months ago is still playing on a loop on the giant screen in the city square.

In contrast, students from poor families are still struggling to obtain basic strength potions.

They had to save up a month's living expenses to buy one of those murky liquids packaged in cheap glass tubes.

As the crown prince of the guild, Wang Dao has been able to build up his strength with resources since childhood. He drinks priceless potions every day and takes baths with precious materials, so his bone density is three times that of an ordinary person.

Therefore, Wang Dao had E-level strength as soon as he awakened, far surpassing the ordinary students who were still struggling at the F-level threshold.

This is reality: some are born in Rome, some are born to be beasts of burden.

Wang Dao's lips curled into a cold smile, his pupils flashing with a divine oracle-like light as his gaze swept across the crowd and locked onto Su Wanqing in the corner.

"Su Wanqing..."

He murmured to himself, a sinister glint in his eyes.

Wang Dao had long harbored feelings for Su Wanqing, but Su Wanqing, relying on her high talent, had always ignored him.

Now that she's summoned a trash skeleton, what right does she have to pretend to be high and mighty?

Wang Dao strode over, his boots crushing the glowing spiritual crystals on the floor, and looked down at her condescendingly: "Su Wanqing, I heard your mother is dying?"

Su Wanqing's face turned pale, and her fingers clenched tightly.

Wang Dao—this spoiled brat who relies on his father being the president of the Dragon Fang Guild—has used every means at his disposal to pursue Su Wanqing for the past three months.

From initially offering flowers and gifts in a seemingly gentlemanly manner, to later resorting to blatant monetary temptations.

From public declarations of love to clandestine stalking and harassment...

Each time he was rejected, the feigned kindness in his eyes would peel away a little, revealing his true, monstrous nature.

Just like now—

"Oh."

Wang Dao sneered from his nostrils and slowly pulled a black and gold VIP card from the inner pocket of his custom-made combat suit.

"bite--"

He casually tossed the card onto the marble floor in front of Su Wanqing's feet, making a crisp sound.

The virtual projection unfolded automatically, and scarlet numbers danced in the air: Balance 666666!

"Kneel down." Wang Dao tapped the ground with the tip of his boot, his voice carrying a condescending arrogance: "Lick my shoes clean and agree to be my bitch."

He paused deliberately, admiring Su Wanqing's pale face: "From now on, as long as you serve me well, your mother's medical expenses... I'll take pity on you and consider it dog food."

Su Wanqing bit her lip tightly, her eyes reddening, but stubbornly refusing to let the tears fall: "Wang Dao, don't go too far! You're insulting my dignity!"

"Too much?"

Wang Dao seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He spread his hands exaggeratedly and looked around: "Do you think I've gone too far?"

Many families in Luolong City work for the Dragon Tooth Guild's properties, so a chorus of agreement immediately arose from the surrounding area.

"Hahaha, Young Master Wang is just giving her away!" "My father works at the Dragon Fang Guild's mines, whatever Young Master Wang says is right!"

"Su Wanqing, you still think you're some kind of genius, the center of attention? You're nothing but a useless contract master now!"

"Exactly! A trash F-rank skeleton soldier, not even qualified to be used as bait in a dungeon!"

"It's already a miracle that Young Master Wang would even want trash like you! You'd better know better and kneel down and lick his shoes!"

Su Wanqing took a deep breath and, almost instinctively, pulled the skull in front of her closer to herself!

It was as if this silent, cold skeleton was the only fulcrum she could grasp at this moment, a fulcrum to resist this cold world.

The skull's joints made a crisp clicking sound, which stood out clearly amidst the cacophony of laughter.

"I'd rather spend my whole life with skeletons!"

Su Wanqing spoke slowly and deliberately, her voice growing louder as she approached.

Wen Lian swayed her slender waist as she walked over. Today, she had specially worn a low-cut dress, revealing a large expanse of her snow-white skin.

"Late Spring"

That affectionate "Wanqing" sent a chill down Su Wanqing's spine.

"Why are you doing this? Young Master Wang is giving you a way out, why are you still putting on that worthless air of superiority?"

"Open your eyes and look at reality, my dear 'genius best friend'!"

"Your prized talent has resulted in this frail, rickety skeleton that could crumble in a gust of wind. This guy's only good for the young master's watchdog to gnaw on!"

"Can you really count on it? While your mother is lying in the hospital waiting for her life, can it conjure up even half a copper coin? Can it help you crack open the door to an E-level dungeon?"

"What good is it besides being a burden to you?"

Wen Lian frowned slightly, revealing a fake "thinking of you" expression. She reached out her hand, and her slender but cold fingers naturally rested on Wang Dao's shoulder, her fingertips even lightly brushing against the skin on his neck.

She turned to Wang Dao, tilted her head back, and looked around: "Young Master Wang, please be magnanimous and don't take her seriously. She's just an ungrateful and stubborn mule who can't see the bigger picture."

In an instant!

Su Wanqing was so angry that she trembled all over. Her blood rushed to her head and made her vision go black!

Wen Lian, F-rank strength, a rare-level professional summoner.

This was the "best friend" she thought she had helped and warmed each other in the mire of poverty!

Just at the end of last month, with tears in her eyes, she told herself that her mother had been beaten by her father and was hospitalized again, how pitiful she was.

Despite feeling weak and dizzy from hunger, Su Wanqing personally placed the precious low-level strength potion, which she had obtained with great difficulty after clearing the dungeon, into her trembling palm!

At that moment, Wen Lian clenched her hands tightly, constantly weeping and expressing her gratitude: "Wan Qing, I will remember this kindness for the rest of my life!"

It's all lies! It's all an act!

Those sisterly bonds she once cherished, those nights spent cuddling together, those comforting laughs shared while sharing half a cold steamed bun…

The pain of being stabbed in the back by your best friend is more devastating than the humiliation of being a king.

She really wanted to slap herself in the face with all her might!

Ask yourself, just how foolish and ridiculous was that sincere heart you offered to a wicked person?

Su Wanqing bit her lip hard: "Wen Lian! Shut up!"

"Hmph, I'll say it anyway!"

Wen Lian snorted coldly, deliberately rubbing her ample bosom against his arm: "Young Master Wang~ Is it really necessary to get angry with her?"

"Give her enough money to keep her poor mother alive, and she'd probably sell herself, bones and all! Now she's pretending to be a virtuous and chaste woman? It's laughable! Doesn't she get tired of this act? It makes me want to vomit! Isn't it just that she thinks the money isn't enough and wants to haggle with you?"