Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Lei Lin had planned ahead long ago and bought a large open space in an abandoned factory area on the outskirts of the city.

The surrounding area is desolate, overgrown with weeds, and far from human habitation, making it the perfect place to test high-risk spells like [Jun Yan].

After all, uncontrollable fireballs and explosions, whether in a residential backyard or a school playground, are far too likely to cause serious trouble.

At this moment, he stood alone in the center of the field, with the charred pits left by previous tests beneath his feet.

He took a deep breath, and the ancient and majestic dragon script was chanted softly from his throat. His black eyes suddenly lit up and transformed into dazzling golden pupils!

boom--!

Almost the instant their pupils changed color, the fire elements in the surrounding air seemed to be gripped and ignited by an invisible hand!

A massive, blindingly bright fireball appeared out of thin air and then exploded violently!

Amidst the deafening roar, scorching air currents spread out in a ring, violently hurling up gravel and dust from the ground.

After the fire and smoke dissipated, a new pit, several meters in diameter with molten glass-like edges, appeared next to the original crater.

"The power has increased... by about 50%." Leylin stared at the damage marks, quickly assessing the situation in his mind.

The power of Words of Power is based on the concentration of Dragon Blood, but the strength of one's mental power undoubtedly acts as an amplifier, enabling the more efficient and intense driving of this power.

"It seems that the 'me' from the Game of Thrones world not only shared the Unburnt physique, but also received a significant boost in mental strength."

This unexpected discovery lifted his spirits.

Greater power means more possibilities.

After resting for a while and recovering his depleted energy, the gold in Leylin's eyes reignited.

But this time, he didn't let the raging flames explode outside his body.

Instead, it tried its best to control the almost rampaging fire elements stirred up by [Monarch Flame], forcibly restraining and compressing them.

Finally, like flowing, scorching armor, it tightly enveloped his right hand.

If a temperature measuring device were to approach, it would shockingly show that the temperature on the surface of his palm instantly exceeded a thousand degrees!

He bent down and picked up the half-rusted steel bar from the ground.

The moment the fingertips touched it, the steel bar turned red and shone brightly at a speed visible to the naked eye, radiating an astonishingly high temperature!

A few seconds later, Leylin dissipated the high-temperature flames on his hands.

He held the red-hot steel bar firmly in his hand, the intense heat having no effect on his hand blessed by the "Unburnt One".

"It consumes too much energy and can only be maintained for a very short time."

He wiped the sweat from his brow, panting, and casually tossed aside the scalding steel bar, which hissed in the dust and quickly dimmed.

This is not simply playing with fire.

He was exploring a higher-level application of [Junyan] – tending towards the "static heating" of the Dragon King's authority.

It does not rely on explosion and combustion, but rather on extreme control to allow heat to be quietly and efficiently injected into the object at the moment of contact.

This is similar in form but different in essence from what he just did, which is essentially still relying on brute force to "smash" the flame energy into the object.

"Indeed, without the corresponding authority, it is ultimately impossible to imitate."

Although Lei Lin had regrets, he was also at peace with it.

Being able to achieve this level using the shared physical and mental strength is already an unexpected bonus.

Don't bite off more than you can chew; just have enough for now.

After conducting a series of other tests and becoming fully familiar with his increased power, Leylin quietly left his secret testing ground.

Time flies, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Lei Lin's "Pili Pili" video website, built with foresight and capital, quickly gained prominence on the early Chinese internet thanks to its novel model and interesting content.

The top influencer in the gaming section of the site is Lu Mingfei, whose ID is 【Ricardo•Lu】.

Whether it's classic competitive games like StarCraft, War3, and Counter-Strike, or emerging MOBA games, the talent and entertaining moments he displays are astonishing.

He quickly amassed a loyal following and became somewhat famous.

Of course, trouble followed.

His aunt scolded him more frequently and sharply for being "addicted to the internet and not doing his job properly".

"What future can you have playing games? You'll just become social scum in the future!" Such assertions have become commonplace.

Lu Mingfei usually could only shrug his neck and endure the scolding, but deep down he had a small, warm sense of security.

He had a thick stack of red banknotes in his pocket, which Lei Lin had recently settled with him.

This was the first pot of gold he earned from his "neglecting his proper business".

In this era, mobile payments are far from widespread, and bank cards are also troublesome for high school students, so cash payments are more direct.

That night, he hid in his room, counting the bills over and over again, a smile creeping onto his face.

This feeling is more reassuring than winning a hundred games in a game.

However, the smell of ink from the banknotes couldn't be hidden.

The astute aunt quickly noticed something amiss and, while cleaning the room, discovered the money hidden among the old textbooks.

"Lu Mingfei!" Auntie's scream almost lifted the roof off. "Where did this money come from?! Have you gone astray and been stealing things outside?!"

Her face was ashen, and her eyes were filled with distrust and anger.

Lu Mingfei panicked and hurriedly explained, "I didn't steal it! Auntie, this is... I made game videos for a website, and this is the revenue share they gave me! Really! It's the website I mentioned to you last time, the one with Brother Lei Lin..."

"Shut up! How dare you mention that scoundrel!" The aunt was even more furious.

"I told you to stay away from him! Game videos? Revenue sharing? You're kidding me! This is definitely a ruse to scam you. He's giving you a little something now, but who knows what illegal things he might lead you into doing later! You have to pay this money back!"

"But Auntie, is this really me..."

"Give it to me!" The aunt didn't care to listen at all, and stretched out her hand directly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"Huh? Go...go back?"

"Give it back? That's a conman's dirty money! Give it to me first, I'll handle it!" The aunt's tone was resolute. "If you keep it, he might just swindle it again, or squander it! Hurry up!"

Looking at his aunt's stern, almost ferocious expression, Lu Mingfei felt his heart clench.

He opened his mouth, but swallowed all his words of explanation. He silently turned around, took out the stack of still-warm banknotes from the depths of the drawer, and handed them over with trembling hands.

His aunt snatched it away, clutching it in her hand without even counting it, and glared at him fiercely: "Go back to your room! Reflect on your actions! If you dare associate with that kind of person again, I'll tell your father!"

The door closed behind him.

Lu Mingfei threw himself onto the bed and covered his head with the blanket.

In the living room, the uncle's hushed voice could be faintly heard: "...The child finally managed to earn some money on his own, and you're just taking it all away like this, isn't that...?"

"What do you mean, what do you know?! What do you know?!" Aunt's voice immediately rose, drowning out Uncle's.

"I told you it was a scam! Even if... even if he really earned it, is it reasonable for a child to take so much money? What if he loses it? What if he goes astray? I'm keeping it for him, for his own good! Haven't I worried enough about this family? Your Lu family's children..."

The uncle's voice gradually faded, until only the aunt's incessant complaints remained.

Under the covers, Lu Mingfei remained motionless.

The faint joy and sense of accomplishment I felt while counting the money have now turned cold and sunk into an unknown depth.

The next day, and for many days afterward, the profile picture of the [Ricardo Lu] account on the "Pili Pili" website, which had been updating prolifically for three months and attracted many game enthusiasts, was permanently grayed out and never updated again.