What does it mean that they all lived with lifelong regrets?

When Lin Wuhua's consciousness left his body, it was almost noon the next day.

He has been in the Book of Reincarnation for more than a month.

He was still a little dazed when he first woke up.

But the feeling of powerlessness in his body told him that he was no longer the Lin Wuhua he was imitating.

In reality, he could neither stand up nor wield a sword.

Lin Wuhua sighed in disappointment.

It seems the improvement won't be that quick.

The system notification startled him.

[Simulated plot progression detected; host may choose reward]

[Part One: Swordsmanship: The host gains partial swordsmanship proficiency]

[Secondly, Nourishment: Enhances the host's life energy]

Lin Wuhua hesitated.

【fencing】

When he enrolled, it seems that swordsmanship was a required subject, but his score was not high.

But he chose option two.

He can't even cultivate, so what's the point of talking about improving his cultivation?

"Just survive first."

There will definitely be another inspection later.

[Confirmed, entered]

Lin Wuhua blinked.

The tightness in my chest eased a bit, and my legs no longer felt weak.

—Although it's still difficult to stand up.

"It's better than nothing."

He closed his eyes and began to rest.

......

After lunch, the doctor saw Lin Wuhua again.

"Wuhua, how do you feel?"

Lin Wuhua coughed lightly twice.

"I'm not feeling well, my head hurts a bit."

Doctor: "This is normal. The headband can activate your brainwaves. Do you feel that your thinking speed has become faster?"

Lin Wuhua: "Hmm."

Indeed, that's true the moment you put it on.

It was really unpleasant to have all the world's information flooding into his brain.

But once the Book of Reincarnation was awakened, this discomfort disappeared immediately.

But suddenly, Lin Wuhua started coughing violently.

"Cough cough cough..."

His face turned even paler, and he asked the doctor:

"But doctor, why does my head feel even more painful...?"

The doctor suddenly relaxed his hand, as if he had breathed a sigh of relief.

"This is normal. When brainwaves become more active, there is indeed a period of adjustment."

"This is normal now; it probably wasn't working before..."

But Lin Wuhua noticed that he was constantly examining the documents in front of him, comparing them with Lin Wuhua's documents from time to time.

......

In the ward.

After confirming that the nurse had left, Lin Wuhua sighed quietly.

He managed to sit up, facing the sunlight streaming through the window.

The situation was worse than he had imagined.

Lin Wuhua's head didn't actually hurt, and his body didn't look like he was coughing at all.

He was faking it when he was talking to the doctor—because his body couldn't recover too quickly.

But he didn't expect that it wouldn't be enough.

"So eager?" Lin Wuhua quickly calculated, "Are they impatient to kill me, or is the headband's effect not supposed to be like this, or is it both...?"

"I can't strengthen my body any further, or it will be discovered. I need to find a way to learn some swordsmanship..."

"Also, you have to read the newspaper."

Lin Wuhua covered his head and pressed the call button.

"Caregiver, I need a newspaper."

"The doctor promised me."

......

Federal capital.

Lin.

In a dark room, Lin Shanxun, the head of the Lin family, met with Wu Hong, the Minister of Education.

Lin Shan asked, "How is that orphan?"

Wu Hong said, "At the hospital, I took the experimental headband with me."

"Those headbands are the enhanced version; most people would go crazy in less than a month if they used them."

Lin Shanxun frowned, clearly dissatisfied: "Isn't there a more direct way?"

Before Wu Hong could answer, the other person declined.

"no."

Lin Shanxun looked over, and his expression relaxed a little.

This is Song Yi, the director of the admissions office of the Federal Extraordinary University. He was the one who arranged for Lin Shanxun's son to be admitted to the university—by taking Lin Wuhua's place.

Lin Shanxun wouldn't normally do this, but the "Heart Sword Experimental Class" that Lin Wuhua is about to enroll in is just too important.

It is said that the high and mighty "Supreme Sword Master" rarely took out his cultivation technique, indicating that it could be promoted, and specifically noted that one should not pay too much attention to swordsmanship.

If he learns it well, he might be able to win the favor of the Supreme Sword Master—that would be enough to make Lin Shanxun, who comes from a mid-level aristocratic family, take a risk.

He asked impatiently, "Why?"

"Because that damned orphan is named Lin Wuhua," Song Yi said, pulling out a document.

This is a confidential document.

[Nationwide, Name: Lin Wuhua, Gender: Male, Age: 15-25]

"I've only seen this name a few times, and the one your son is using happens to be within that range."

"If the information hadn't indicated that he didn't know swordsmanship, I don't know what I would have done."

Lin Shanxun tensed up: "My son's school enrollment..."

"I've already done it," Song Yi replied. "I worked through the night to modify the database and deleted Lin Wuhua's records."

"As for the mental hospital system, the patients inside are not publicly identified—they are essentially experimental subjects."

"There will be no problem with your son's spot in the 'Heart Sword Experimental Class'."

Lin Shanxun: "Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'm doing this for myself too," Song Yi said, his face grim. "This is the last time."

"I've come out on a bad side. Just make sure your son studies hard."

He left directly, leaving Lin Shanxun and Wu Hong sitting inside, their expressions uncertain.

......

Back in his room, Lin Shanxun hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone.

But the person on the other end of the phone refused without hesitation.

"Impossible," the man said. "I can keep it a secret for you. He can go crazy, but he absolutely cannot die in the hospital for no reason."

"The higher-ups are paying more and more attention to reincarnated individuals, and they'll definitely conduct autopsies. Do you think getting involved will be a good thing?"

"Do you know how many inspection teams came last week? Three?"

"With that headband on, what else do you have to worry about?"

The phone hangs up.

Lin Shanxun's wife, Hong Ya, walked up behind him and hugged him.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with our son's school enrollment?"

Lin Shanxun gave a wry smile: "Well, a little bit, about that before..."

Hongya asked in surprise, "Wasn't he dead?"

Lin Shanxun gripped his hand tightly.

How could that be?

The government's management of superhumans is becoming increasingly strict, especially now, as many reincarnated individuals from other worlds have begun to openly serve the government.

At that time, Lin Wuhua enrolled in the "Heart Sword Experimental Class," and his orphanage director was not without connections.

If he dies, there will definitely be a thorough investigation.

"It's alright, everything will be fine soon."

Thinking of the headband, he felt relieved.

Hongya raised her eyes: "Just a damned orphan, causing such a huge mess..."

"A troublemaker is a troublemaker."

Lin Shanxun remained silent, a hint of regret welling up within him.

He never expected that the Heart Sword Class was divided into a formal class and a beginner class.

To this day, Lin Shanxun's son remains outside of the regular classes.

Thinking of the indifferent attitude of the director of the university's education department, he felt increasingly frustrated.

Hongya completely ignored him.

She gritted her teeth, her eyes red, refusing to back down: "I only have one son. If he can't get in, what will happen to me? What will happen to the Lin family line?"

Lin Shanxun: "That's my son too."

He became increasingly impatient.

Suddenly, he remembered the file photos of that orphanage.

The boy stood in front of the camera, his expression so calm it was chilling.

"...I just hope it's not that troublemaker." Lin Shanxun muttered something he himself didn't believe.

He put aside his thoughts and picked up the phone.

"No matter what, we have no choice but to keep going."