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Chapter 38: The Rich Kid Route
🕑 Added 2025-04-21 07:26:07 +0000 UTC[Medical Expertise (Green): You are highly skilled in medicine, with deep understanding and insights into diagnosis and treatment across a range of conditions. You can provide precise, holistic treatment plans.]
[Silver Tongue (Green): Your lies are unusually easy to believe.]
[Creepy Aura (Blue): Your overall vibe drastically lowers your perceived attractiveness. On the metro, even the plainest little fairy could confidently scream "Pervert!" just by standing near you. Even if you're holding both handles and standing half a carriage away, people would still be suspicious.]
[Heir to Wealth (Blue): Your superpower is money. Your family fortune is enough to support you for several lifetimes—by Xianzhou standards.]
[Fat and Flabby (Green): Your body width equals your height. Excessive fat reduces incoming damage, but honestly? It's pretty useless.]
Solon nodded in satisfaction. This round of trait options was solid—it looked like he'd gotten a good draw.
Especially the gold-tier one—it was clearly no ordinary trait.
Too bad it was like a luxury boutique centerpiece: you could look, maybe touch, but not take it home.
As for his actual pick, Solon went with Heir to Wealth (Blue).
He was currently flat broke—if Jingliu or Feixiao showed up in Luofu tomorrow, he wouldn't even have enough credits to buy a boat ticket and flee.
The simulation soon began.
[Age 0: You were born into one of the top merchant families aboard the Luofu Xianzhou.][Age 1: During your first birthday ceremony, you grabbed an abacus.][Your father beamed with joy. With your family's wealth, he pinned his hopes on you carrying on the business and expanding the family fortune.]
[It's said that entire streets in Golden Calyx Alley and Changle Heaven are owned by your family. Of the seven major trade guilds under the Starfaring Commission, your family holds shares in all of them. Your household ranks prominently on Luofu's rich list.]
Since the gold-tier trait affected personal abilities, the wealth trait influenced background instead—setting Solon up as a rich second-generation heir.
A rich-kid start wasn't bad. Like playing real-life Monopoly.
That was Solon's initial thought—until reality hit him square in the face.
[Age 2: Your father hired an army of private tutors to groom you into a worthy successor.][Ages 3–16: Your childhood was far from happy.]
[While other kids played, you were locked indoors, listening to endless lectures on business and finance.]
[Through sheer grind, you picked up a lot of commercial knowledge—but that was it.]
[You had no flash of insight, no genius-level thinking. At best, you might preserve the family's wealth.]
[Your father eventually realized a painful truth: it's better to have a child who spends lavishly on food and women than one who tries and fails to prove himself.]
As the saying goes: Better a wasteful rich kid than one trying to prove he's a misunderstood prodigy.
[So he lowered his expectations.][Yet, he didn't give up entirely. After much effort and leveraging his network, he arranged a marriage for you.]
[Your fiancée was a Foxian woman, older than you by several years. Her impeccable business track record had earned your father's full approval.]
[Her name? Miss Tingyun—the chief representative of the Flaming Ember Guild under the Starfaring Commission.]
[Famous for her wit and eloquence, Tingyun had the mind of a top-tier executive. Under her leadership, Flaming Ember outpaced the other six guilds and became the strongest among them.]
The Starfaring Commission was one of the Luofu's Six Charioteers, and the seven largest merchant guilds all operated under it. Which meant Flaming Ember was basically a state-owned enterprise.
No wonder Solon had always felt something off when playing Honkai: Star Rail. Tingyun and the Flaming Ember crew never acted like ultra-competitive capitalists—they were more like co-workers with rival companies. Everyone was just a tired employee. No one was fighting to the death.
[The two families arranged a formal meeting. Both sides were pleased—Tingyun herself didn't object.]
[Ever the shrewd businesswoman, Tingyun saw you as her best option. Your family held shares in all major guilds; she was a rising star in Flaming Ember. Their union was a textbook example of power marriage among noble houses.]
[Besides, you were handsome, had no bad habits—ideal husband material.]
[You, however, remained lukewarm. Your indifferent attitude earned you a serious scolding from your father afterward.]
[But you didn't really care. Sure, Miss Tingyun was beautiful and gentle—the perfect wife on paper.]
[But her capabilities were too strong. It was clear your father intended for her to gradually take over the family business.]
[Even if she didn't mean to, she'd end up running the show.]
[Not that it was a bad deal. Letting her manage the empire meant less work for you and more time to enjoy life. Still, the pressure above your head would only grow heavier.]
[Maybe this was just the typical problem with guys like you.]
[No wife? You complain about carrying everything alone.Got a wife? You gripe about how she's too capable and gives you performance anxiety.]
[More importantly, you didn't want to get married just yet. Marriage came with strings attached, and strings were a problem when you had… side projects.]
[Feeling suffocated, you wandered around Changle Heaven alone.]
[That's when a commotion caught your attention.]
[Curious, you walked over.]
[There, a lively orange-haired girl was performing acrobatics while streaming to an online audience.]
[You watched for a while from the edge of the crowd. She was amusing, so you followed her account and learned her name: Guinaifen.]
[Later that night, bored at home, you opened her stream.]
[On screen, the girl greeted her viewers cheerfully while doing her bizarre performances.]
[At one point, she tried eating noodles upside down. A sneeze sent the noodles flying straight out her nose.]
[You burst into laughter. It had been a long time since someone made you laugh like that.]
[Feeling unexpectedly lighthearted, you tossed her a 100,000-credit donation on impulse. Her name left an impression—and you began looking into her background behind the scenes.]
