My Identity Is Becoming More and More Astonishing

"Where to?" the driver asked, looking back.

"To the capital," Chen Yu said with a wave of his hand.

"Okay, sir, fasten your... to the capital?!" the driver turned sharply, "Taking a taxi to the capital?!"

"Is there a problem?" Chen Yu, sitting in the back, crossed his legs.

"Why don’t you take the train? It’s going to be expensive on the meter."

"It doesn’t matter, I’m not short of money," Chen Yu closed his eyes to rest, "Just drive."

"...then pay first," the driver hesitated for a moment, reaching out his hand.

Chen Yu, not wanting to talk more, pulled out five hundred cash from his wallet and threw it to the driver, "Keep the change."

Driver: "...not enough."

Chen Yu: "..."

In the car, the two exchanged a silent glance for a moment.

Chen Yu took back four hundred, "Then I’d better take the train. Take me to the station."

Driver: "..."

He stepped on the gas.

The vehicle moved.

Chen Yu turned his head to look at the scenery retreating outside the window and fell into deep thought.

The experience of being held captive by the gangsters had taught him a lot.

First and foremost was the vital importance of self-preservation!

Having supernatural abilities did not mean one was truly a Transcendent.

A "complete form" Transcendent, besides mastering supernatural abilities, would also greatly surpass ordinary people in physical fitness, resistance to blows, and athletic ability.

Let alone climbing roofs and trees.

Levitating, splitting metal and breaking iron bare-handed, and resisting bullets were all effortless.

To achieve this level, when equipped with ’supernatural abilities’, one either needed a mentor or needed to join the official Supernatural Bureau to learn various secret techniques.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful your supernatural abilities, your physique would still be in the "ordinary person" category.

One bullet and you’re down.

A single brick could cause a head to crack open and brains to burst.

Thus, Chen Yu had plans to send his neighbor on a "training" journey.

He’d hide in the background and then copy whatever painstaking effort his neighbor made in training…

This way he avoided hardships,

did not have to work for the officials, and fight on the front lines,

nor did he have to bear the various repercussions of "training secret techniques."

He could stealthily develop without attention.

Avoiding the countless struggles, conflicts, and consequences within the "Transcendent world."

"Indeed,"

"this option is the most suitable for me," Chen Yu muttered with satisfaction, closed his eyes, leaned back in his seat, and imagined his bright future as the car bumped along.

So, he could never let go of his neighbor,

not in this lifetime.

That "genius" was simply an ATM that could be "refreshed" endlessly.

"Fatty, you have to keep going,"

"don’t slack off..."

...

Days passed.

In Qingcheng’s southern capital, snow began to fall.

Standing inside the balcony of his rented apartment, Chen Yu looked down at the high school students crowded in line, waiting for their physical examinations, his gaze profound.

In his previous life, the annual college entrance exams were always in the "cool but not cold" month of June.

But in this world, all social actions had to make way for the "Transcendent community"; hence, the exams were shifted to the bitterly cold month of January.

The New Year was just around the corner.

"The timing is almost right."

Reaching out, he took the hat hanging on the rack, put it on his head, covering up the title of "Top Scholar." Chen Yu turned and left.

While walking, he took out his phone and dialed that number he had always kept.

Meanwhile.

In the capital, the Transcendent District.

In a mansion adjacent to the Forest Park, the fat neighbor woke up from a three-meter-long, three-meter-wide luxurious bed.

Opening his eyes, he yawned and sat up.

The short-haired girl standing by the bed immediately stepped forward, respectfully handing over a steaming hot towel, her voice pleasant like a bell, "Lord, you’re awake."

"Hmm."

Taking the towel expressionlessly, the fat neighbor perfunctorily wiped his face, then opened his mouth.

The girl quickly grabbed the mouthwash and carefully poured it into his mouth.

"Gurgle, gurgle—puh."

He spit out the mouthwash, which the girl caught with an exquisite crystal basin, and then she lifted a new towel to wipe the water from his lips.

Having done all this, the fat neighbor got out of bed.

The short-haired girl clapped her hands.

"Creak—"

The huge redwood doors, embellished with carvings, were pushed open, and two rows of young girls walked in.

Each held a piece of clothing.

There was an undershirt.

There was a jacket.

There was a hat.

There were trousers.

The fat neighbor extended his arms expressionlessly, and the maids swiftly dressed him in all the clothes.

"Lord," the middle-aged butler stepped forward from behind all the maids and bowed, "Your afternoon class will be held at Yulin Court. Would you like to go now or wait a while?"

"We’ll see later," the fat neighbor spoke indifferently, walking out of the over one hundred and fifty square meters bedroom surrounded by people.

"Yes, Lord," the butler replied respectfully, "Afternoon tea is ready."

"Hmm." Nodding, the fat neighbor asked as he walked, "Besides class this afternoon, is there anything else today?"

"Lord Qi is hosting a party tonight, and you are invited," the butler said fluently, his memory clear, "After class, Mr. Zhang will continue to work on your biography; he needs to talk with you for twenty minutes."

"The feedback on your dissatisfaction with the living environment has been responded to by the authorities. You can move to the vicinity of Yulin Court tonight. This residence will remain reserved for you."

"Mr. Chen Yu called you, hoping you could return his call after you woke up."

"The stock contract gifted by Changli Company has also been mailed to you; you can sign it anytime."

"The president of Qingcheng University has been waiting outside the villa for eight days. He says he won’t go back until he sees you. Should I send him away?"

"No need," the fat neighbor waved his hand, "Let him keep waiting."

"..."

"...Huh?"

Suddenly stopping in his tracks, the fat neighbor turned around, looking at the middle-aged butler in surprise, "Who did you say called me just now?"

"Mr. Chen Yu," the butler bowed.

"Why didn’t you wake me up?" the neighbor was somewhat angry.

"I apologize," the butler did not argue or justify, bowing deeply, "Lord, I made a mistake in my duties."

"Give me the phone, quickly." Going downstairs, sitting on a wooden chair in the dining room, the fat neighbor stuffed a sandwich into his mouth while reaching for the phone.

"Of course." The butler pressed the redial button, waited for the other end to connect, and then respectfully handed the phone to the neighbor.

"Hello? Chen Yu!" the fat neighbor mumbled through his sandwich, "Why are you calling me? Is there something you need?"

The short-haired girl silently took a towel and wiped the cream from the corner of the neighbor’s mouth.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

From the dining room window, there came a knocking sound.

The fat neighbor turned his head to see Chen Yu standing outside the window, covered in snow and shivering with cold.

"Fuck your grandma, let me in quickly!"

...