I love you, brother, but you, the evil god, must fall into good.

As a result, the comments section was flooded with all sorts of opinions.

[Understood.]

[My job is done; I'm preparing for the civil service exam.]

[Hahaha, is this paving the way for themselves in advance?]

[The presiding judge's son, a top prize winner in a literary competition.]

Is the next step to be integration into the federal oversight system?

This is essentially gilding one's resume.

What do you know? This is called political capital!

[A former genius now preparing for an administrative career—that makes perfect sense.]

[As expected of a child from a prominent family; if being extraordinary isn't enough, there's another path.]

[It is recommended that he be directly appointed to the Control Yuan.]

[Don't bother with the formalities; they're exhausting.]

[No, what else can someone without a special status rely on besides his father?]

[A literary competition?]

[Hehe, I prefer to call it a resume packaging competition.]

He wrote "My Presiding Judge Father," but this wasn't writing an article; it was writing a self-introduction.

Others rely on their literary talent, he relies on his family background.

[I suggest writing "My Uncle Speaker" and "My Second Uncle Minister" directly next year.]

This is hilarious!

Do truly capable people need to disclose who their fathers are?

To put it bluntly, they wanted to pave the way for getting into the system by exposing their identities.

【……】

Of course, some netizens also stood up to speak for Lynn.

Please, the Zuxing Literature Competition has completely anonymous judging.

The judges had no idea who the author was.

Could you please take a look at the rules first?

I've finished reading the work, and it's indeed of very high quality. Is it possible that the author is simply a good writer?

Unfortunately, these voices were quickly drowned out by a larger wave of public opinion as soon as they emerged.

That's how the internet works; people are more willing to believe what they want to believe than the truth.

.........

.........

at the same time.

villa.

"What are you bunch of idiots yelling about?!"

Zhou hope stared intently at the screen, then frantically typed...

The more he looked, the more his brows furrowed.

The more he looked, the colder her expression became.

Those malicious comments kept flashing past my eyes.

It's hard! (╬▔皿▔) My fist is rock hard!

"..."

Finally, she couldn't hold back any longer. She looked up at Lynn, who was leisurely drinking a beverage on the sofa, and called her by name.

"Lynn, what exactly do you want?"

Lynn looked up, bewildered.

"Um?"

Zhou hope took a deep breath.

"Why reveal your identity? And if you're going to reveal it, why write that article?"

"Now look what's happened, the whole internet is talking about you."

She got angrier and angrier as she talked.

"and……"

"They even won the grand prize!"

Lynn blinked, spread her hands, and looked completely innocent.

"I swear to God."

"I was also very surprised that it was the grand prize."

He stroked his chin as he spoke, and began to analyze the situation in a serious manner.

"possible……"

"This must be what they mean by 'everyone has their own unique talents'!"

Zhou hope: "..."

She remained silent for a good ten seconds before finally giving up on trying to reason with this guy.

Yi Mo rubbed his temples, his tone more serious than ever before.

"or……"

"Let's move."

Lynn was taken aback.

"move place?"

Zhou hope nodded.

"Leave your home planet and go to other inhabited planets. At least there, not so many people will know you."

She looked at Lynn, a hint of worry in her eyes.

"I always feel..."

"This isn't the end of it!"

"really."

Lynn nodded in deep agreement.

"The monthly exam is tomorrow, so things are definitely not over yet."

Zhou hope: "..."

She looked at Lynn, who was giving a serious answer.

silent.

At that moment, she suddenly realized.

My brain and my brother's are completely on different wavelengths.

After a long pause, she sighed softly.

"never mind."

"You're completely beyond saving!!"

After saying that, she picked up her communicator and ran back to her room.

As soon as the door closed, a video call was immediately made. The screen lit up, and the familiar figures of the adoptive parents slowly appeared.

Zhou hope looked aggrieved.

"Dad, Mom."

"You guys need to talk to him, he's getting more and more mentally unstable!"

.........

.........

On the other side, Lynn leaned back on the sofa, looking at the system prompts that kept refreshing in his mind.

[Points +91!]

[Points +68!]

[Points +66!]

[Points +78!]

【……】

A slow, involuntary smile crept onto his lips.

Sure enough, you get what you pay for; the professional online trolls that Butler Xu hired...

Every penny was spent wisely.

First, they set the tone, then they got netizens to join the debate.

The more fiercely the two sides argue, the faster their own points increase; it's practically a perpetual motion machine.

"ꉂꉂ(ᵔᗜᵔ*) Hehehehehehe..."

Thinking of this, Lynn couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"What does the fall of a genius today have to do with me tomorrow?"

But tomorrow is the monthly exam.

With that thought in mind, Lynn didn't linger any longer and got up to return to his room.

Subsequently, a series of defensive devices were activated.

"And this too!"

Sound insulation.

shield.

Counter-detection.

Mental interference.

The entire room instantly went into maximum defense mode, after confirming that everything was in perfect order.

Lynn took a deep breath, his eyes shining, and suddenly waved his hand, shouting after holding it in for a long time.

"System! Exchange for [Night Doctor] for me, please!!!"

【Ding! 】

[Successfully spent 50 billion points!]

[Congratulations player, you have successfully redeemed Sequence 049, Night Doctor!]

[Introduction: A healer who walks in the darkness, wielding power over disease and life, belonging to one of the nine pathways of the Lord of Potions.]

He was quite familiar with this.

After all, the Night Doctor and the Lord of Potions are completely different concepts.

To be precise, the Lord of Potions is more like the source.

The Night Doctor is just one of the nine potion-making methods under his command.

To truly embark on this path, one must first choose one's own potion path, one of the nine paths.

Lucky.

spirit.

memory.

life.

element.

fate.

limit.

Race.

Eternal.

Nine paths, nine completely different directions of development.

The potions, diseases, calamities, and even future advancement methods that can be created through different methods are completely different.

The Galactic Federation was not entirely unaware of these things.

Quite the opposite.

Through exploration over several eras, most of the nine methods of nighttime medical treatment have been documented.

As far as Lynn knew, there were still seven Night Doctors active throughout the Galactic Federation.

However, the paths they chose, when combined, amounted to only five.

Why are there only five?

Since only five of them survived to this day, it means that two of the night doctors followed the same path.

This means... the battle of potions!

Simply because.

Each potion-making method possesses absolute uniqueness.

Only one potion of the corresponding method can be produced in an era.

Following the same path, the two night doctors will inevitably begin to compete for that one unique opportunity.

Therefore, every time a magical potion appears in the world, it is enough to stir up a bloodbath in the entire supernatural world.

Its value is immeasurable in monetary terms.

Even the Galactic Federation would be tempted by this.

With that in mind, Lynn immediately ruled out the five existing pathways to becoming a Night Doctor, as he didn't want to compete with these big shots for that one unique path in the future.

His gaze eventually settled on the other four blank paths.

Lucky.

Eternal.

limit.

Race.

Four roads.

To this day, no night doctor has set foot there.

This means there is no readily available experience there, but also no constraints imposed by predecessors.

Lynn stroked his chin, lost in thought.

"So..."

Which one should I choose?