Quang Tri Province
On the highway, a sleek sedan was speeding smoothly, heading straight for Quang Binh City.
The car’s interior was spacious and luxurious.
While it couldn’t quite compare to Vuong Minh’s AETHERIS hyper-hovercar, it was several times roomier than that two-seater.
Inside the car, Mrs.
Vuong sat next to her son, affectionately holding his hand as she asked, “Sweetheart, how was the date?
Any progress?”
“Mom, what are you thinking?” Vuong Minh rolled his eyes in exasperation.
“She didn’t think much of me.
She wants to go to Holy Light or Amaterasu and doesn’t want to waste time on a long-distance relationship.”
“Is that so?”
Hearing the first half, the couple—Vuong Thanh and Nguyen Ngoc Linh—felt their hearts skip a beat, but upon hearing the reason, they sighed in relief.
Though a bit disappointed, as long as their son hadn’t intentionally sabotaged the date for some weird reason, the two elders were ready to thank the heavens.
“Mom, don’t waste your energy finding me a girlfriend.
Once I get into university, I’ll bring a real fairy back for you to see.”
“Alright, alright, we’ll wait!
Hehe…”
Having received this confirmation and knowing their son’s orientation wasn’t an issue, the two elders were thoroughly at ease.
Meanwhile, Vuong Minh was busy multitasking, dealing with his mother while texting the results to Tran Trung Dung.
(Boss, how did the blind date go?)
(How else?
It flopped, obviously.
I didn’t want to go in the first place, and it seemed she felt the same.
We barely sat down before some white knight ran over looking for trouble.
What date?)
On the other end, Dung and Bao Han were huddled together.
Seeing Vuong Minh’s reply, the two immediately perked up:
(Really?
Boss, you didn’t beat the guy up, did you?)
(Heh, it didn’t go that far.
The kid was just too arrogant, shouting about challenging me to a mecha match to make me back off.
In the end, he wouldn’t let it go, so I followed him into the arcade and KO’d him on the spot.
[Adjusts Glasses])
(Hehe, he’s got guts, actually daring to challenge you in mechas.
He must have some skill.
[Doge Face])
It had to be said, although Vuong Minh was a bit lacking compared to true geniuses, to ordinary guys like Dung, he was still an unreachable peak.
He perfectly embodied the phrase: looking up, he was beneath some; but looking down, he was above everyone.
After numerous “lessons,” Dung firmly believed that his Boss’s mecha piloting skills were absolutely top-tier.
Chairman Vuong, naturally, wasn’t shy about admitting his own excellence, smiling as he typed back:
(Something like that.
Heard he’s called Hoang Gia Bao or something, supposedly in the Top 50 young players nationwide.
His skill was passable.)
Having achieved his goal, Vuong Minh lost interest in the chat.
He casually replied with a few more words before finding an excuse to brush Dung off.
He then closed his eyes, sinking his consciousness into the Violet Star to continue researching his cheat.
Little did he know, he had just set off a storm that was about to turn Quang Binh City First High School—and the wider youth social circles—completely upside down.
…..
Meanwhile, in the Provincial Capital.
At an exclusive villa complex for high-ranking officials, Tran Huyen My had just returned, her stomach full of pent-up anger.
Mr.
Tran and Mrs.
Tran were sitting in the living room drinking tea.
Seeing their daughter return with clear displeasure written across her face, they quickly asked:
“Sweetheart, what happened?”
Her father, Tran Quoc Trung—the Deputy Director of Quang Tri Province’s Public Security—set down his teacup and frowned at his precious daughter.
“What’s wrong, Princess?
Did that Vuong kid upset you?
I thought he seemed like a decent young man.”
During the joint family dinner earlier, the Young Master Vuong had carried himself properly.
He was mature, open-minded, yet perfectly polite.
All of this had left a deep, positive impression on the two elders.
Furthermore, his family background was solid, they had money, and his uncle was a Meridian Opening Realm expert.
If the two families joined in marriage, it would be a massive boost for both Huyen My and the Tran family.
Who could have expected Tran Huyen My to toss her handbag aside and slump onto the sofa in a huff?
“Decent?
What’s decent about him?!
He’s just an arrogant prick with his eyes glued to the ceiling!
I swallowed my pride to give him a chance to pursue me, and he had the nerve to wave his hand, say ‘No need,’ and just walk away!
Dad, what does he take me for?”
Mrs.
Tran was momentarily stunned before letting out a soft chuckle.
“Oh my, our daughter has been surrounded by admirers since she was little, and now someone finally rejected her to her face?
This kid is quite interesting.”
“Mom!
How can you laugh at this?!” Huyen My stomped her foot, her face flushing red, clearly furious.
Seeing this, the two elders didn’t dare tease her anymore and quickly asked for the details of the date.
Tran Huyen My snorted coldly, recounting the entire story from the milk tea shop to the cyberzone, naturally adding extra flair to describe Vuong Minh’s insufferable arrogance.
“He said he only chose Victoria Academy because it’s close to home and serves as Southeast Asia’s joint military zone, which is good for his future in Viet Nation.
Otherwise, he’d be going to the War God Academy!
Look at him, Dad!
A guy from Quang Binh City First High actually daydreaming like that.
If that’s not arrogant, what is?”
Tran Quoc Trung fell deep into thought.
He was naturally cautious and figured that if Nguyen Hung Cuong had praised the boy so highly, the kid must have some outstanding traits.
“Calm down, sweetheart.
Just because he’s from a local area doesn’t mean he’s inferior.
The world is full of powerhouses who started in obscure rural villages.
A person’s birthplace doesn’t determine their potential.”
After saying this, Tran Quoc Trung made the two wait.
He picked up his phone and called his secretary to run a background check on Vuong Minh.
In today’s world, SkyWeb permeated everything, and all data was stored on Big Data servers.
With Tran Quoc Trung’s status, looking into a student was effortless.
A few minutes later, the response from the other end of the line made Mr.
Tran’s expression turn strange.
Vuong Minh was indeed famous at Quang Binh City First High, but it was for being a “male god,” not for his academics.
His grades were at the top of his school, yes, but they weren’t peerless, and they were far from the level required to casually stroll into the War God Academy.
Furthermore…
“Daughter, perhaps you were right.
I just heard that right before Tet, the Vuong family had to urgently ask Hung Cuong to find a doctor to treat internal injuries.
I don’t know the full details, and the doctor didn’t say much, but the general consensus is that he failed a forced breakthrough and heavily damaged his meridians.”
Hearing this, Mrs.
Tran breathed a sigh of relief, shaking her head with a laugh. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
“No wonder!
Turns out he’s just an empty vessel making the most noise.
He definitely knows he has no hope of getting into the major academies, so he’s pretending to be aloof and using the War God Academy’s name to cover up his own weakness.
Let it go, this kind of person isn’t worth your time.”
Upon hearing this, Huyen My felt a sudden wave of relief mixed with disdain.
She mentally cursed herself for almost being fooled by his “Minh Vuong” facade earlier.
The couple didn’t feel much regret either.
Even though Vuong Minh had initially presented himself well, the line of suitors for Huyen My in the provincial capital could cross a river like a school of carp; there was never a shortage of mature, talented youths.
Now that they knew the kid was a habitual braggart, the elders had zero intention of setting him up with their daughter.
And just like that, the Tran family tossed Vuong Minh to the back of their minds, completely washing their hands of the matter.
Only Huyen My felt a lingering sense of unwillingness.
She took the ‘truth’ she had just learned and shared it with her group of fairy friends, asking them to go comfort their loyal simp, Gia Bao, so he could pick up his fighting spirit and crawl back to being her obedient spare tire.
After all, with Gia Bao’s father being a powerful Department Head at the Bureau of Education, Hoang Gia Bao was perfectly qualified to serve as her spare tire.
…
At the same time, on the SkyWeb Network (Quang Tri Province Region).
Countless posts and videos were springing up like mushrooms after the rain, drawing the focus of tens of thousands of netizens to two figures.
One was, of course, Hoang Gia Bao.
Even though Vuong Minh dismissed him verbally, there was no denying that the kid was quite famous among Quang Tri’s youth, especially in the gaming circles.
Top 50 young faces nationwide.
Regardless of how inflated that ranking might be, the title alone was loud enough.
Unfortunately, this time, Young Master Hoang didn’t want this kind of fame.
He had become someone else’s stepping stone, completely losing face all the way to the East Sea.
“Mecha Male God!
Crushes National Top 50 in 30 Seconds!” + [Video clip of him stepping out of the Cabin, delivering a devastating wink, and leaving a haughty silhouette behind].
“I’m giving you all 3 seconds.
This princess needs all the info on this man immediately!” + [A divine side-profile picture of Vuong Minh].
“Who is the ID Minh Vuong?”
“Does this National Top 50 guy actually have real talent, or did he buy his way in through the back door?”
Views and discussions were skyrocketing by the second.
In the car, Vuong Minh seemed to sense something and hurriedly immersed his consciousness into the Violet Star.
He instantly saw milky-white Faith Energy surging in like a tidal wave, increasing by hundreds of points every second.
Compared to his desperate scrambling for points over the past few days, this was like night and day!
He immediately made a guess and quickly pulled out his phone to check.
Sure enough, barely an hour had passed, and the Quang Tri regional forum on SkyWeb was exploding.
Chairman Vuong’s eyes gleamed brightly.
If he weren’t in the car with his parents sitting right next to him, he would have thrown his head back and laughed wildly at the sky.
Rare!
How rare!
Previously, he had been lamenting why he hadn’t transmigrated into a parallel entertainment world so he could comfortably plagiarize novels, copy poetry, and steal songs to become an idol and farm fans.
Only now did he realize that the path was right under his feet!
Vuong Minh realized that this world fiercely revered martial arts and mecha combat.
The most famous idols on SkyWeb weren’t pop stars or athletes—they were martial artists, supreme experts, or mecha geniuses!
And the word genius fit Young Master Vuong perfectly.
Having found his path, Vuong Minh was in an incredibly good mood.
He could hardly suppress his smile for the entire trip.
Even when they finally arrived home, he didn’t forget to share his joy by praising his mother:
“Mom, did I tell you how beautiful you look today?
That outfit suits you perfectly; you honestly look like a fairy.
Dad is really a lucky man!”
That single sentence sent Nguyen Ngoc Linh over the moon.
All her previous worries and fatigue vanished without a trace, leaving behind only boundless happiness.