If you’ve got a secret, would you spill it to your crush?
Jiang Ling’s crush was none other than the biggest villain in the book. Even if he likes him, he might get himself killed if he found out too early. So, for now, he decided to keep it under wraps.
Thus, he was deeply moved when Chu Wenyu racked his brain to find a way for people without spiritual power to develop spiritual powers, even though Jiang Ling already had some.
Jiang Ling stared at the program on his desk and without hesitation, clicked on it. A line of text immediately popped up: ‘Welcome to the Interstellar Therapist Score Match.’
The memory of Chu Wenyu’s previous breakdown was still fresh in his mind, and Jiang Ling couldn’t ignore it. Even though there were many powerful therapists within the Burke Star, and he himself had only studied for a short time, not even knowing his own level, Jiang Ling wanted to give it a try.
The Interstellar Therapist Score Match was a competition that almost all therapists in the galaxy participated in. It wasn’t a short-term competition, but a long one where you gain points by competing against people from different star systems. The number of points determined your ranking, and the top ten were basically the best of the best, with very slow movement in the rankings.
Jiang Ling didn’t have any other intentions; he just wanted to quickly improve his skills by competing with different people. According to the original book’s plot, the male lead would return and embark on a journey soon. Before that happened, he hoped to do his best to cure Chu Wenyu’s mania.
Psychological illnesses were quite different from physical ailments; there was no fixed treatment because people’s spiritual powers in their minds were not static. Even a slight change could result in a different illness. Moreover, if the patient’s spiritual powers were much higher than those of the therapist, there was almost no chance of a cure because the therapist couldn’t guide the patient’s spiritual powers.
This was also the main reason why so many therapists were helpless when it came to Chu Wenyu’s condition because he possessed rare SS-level spiritual powers. In the book, there were only two known SS-level spirituals: the villain and the male lead.
But in everything, there were no absolutes. With enough skill, miracles could sometimes happen.
Jiang Ling still didn’t know what level his spiritual powers were. He had always been afraid of being discovered for having spiritual powers, so he had never gone to a testing facility. But based on the original owner’s level, it shouldn’t be very high, so he hoped to train himself to become that miracle.
Each match in the Interstellar Therapist Score Match required an entry fee. The winner not only got back their own entry fee but also the loser’s. The higher the level of the match, the higher the entry fee, to prevent therapists from participating recklessly and draining their opponents’ energy.
Of course, many capable therapists used this as a means to make a living. In the interstellar world, the strong had always had no difficulty in surviving.
Jiang Ling had no money in his account; he had arrived from Charles with nothing. But he couldn’t tell Chu Wenyu. So, he had to borrow the entry fee for the first match and the money to buy the simulation helmet from Princess Anna, of course, without disclosing the purpose.
To avoid arousing Chu Wenyu’s suspicion, Jiang Ling could only compete during the late-night sleeping hours, but fortunately, he wasn’t the only one with a nocturnal schedule.
He registered his information and hesitated for a moment. He didn’t use his real name, just the alias ‘Little Jiang.’ People had the right to use real information or remain anonymous, and Jiang Ling was clearly not one who coveted fame and fortune like the former.
After completing his registration, Jiang Ling was surprised to find his score and ranking in his personal information:
Little Jiang
Score: 0
Ranking: No Data
Only the top 100,000 in points have their own rankings, and it’s clear that he’s not among them. To achieve a level playing field, the program only allows therapists of the same level to randomly compete. Currently, his level is 0, so he can only compete with other level 0 therapists. A win against a level 0 opponent earns 10 points, and accumulating 100 points will promote him to level 1, but losing deducts 10 points.
Once Jiang Ling became familiar with the rules, he paid the 5-star yuan entry fee and the screen displayed that it was randomly selecting an opponent. Jiang Ling’s heart started to race; he was definitely nervous. He had been studying theoretical knowledge from books all along, except for that one time he helped Nao Nao with treatment, he had never had any practical experience.
For his first life-and-death match, his opponent was a middle-aged man who looked very plain. His expression seemed cautious because he couldn’t sense Jiang Ling’s spiritual power, which meant Jiang Ling’s level was higher. At the same time, Jiang Ling felt like he was facing a formidable enemy. With almost zero experience and his account balance at 0, he couldn’t afford to lose.
Both of them were surrounded by some basic therapeutic materials for assisting treatment, materials that helped patients calm down. Jiang Ling thought that he might need to search for books on this topic since his spiritual power might not be enough. Perhaps he needed some external help.
After both sides were ready, two simulated patients appeared in the room, with extremely weak spiritual power, at level D. Their symptoms were just ordinary headaches, and the first to successfully treat the patient would win.
The middle-aged man immediately chose the right material to deal with this symptom based on the basic knowledge he had learned in the cram school. He sneaked a glance at Jiang Ling, who seemed clueless.
Jiang Ling’s hands had just touched the patient’s temples, and he could easily feel the spiritual power patterns in the patient’s mind. The already thin spiritual power was somewhat scattered at this moment. Jiang Ling tried to guide the spiritual power back on track, and it quickly aligned, like a group of little tadpoles falling into formation.
When Jiang Ling opened his eyes again, he found that the room was already filled with the sound of a robot.
‘Little Jiang wins.’
Jiang Ling was a bit puzzled. How could it be so easy? But maybe it was because this level was too low, so the difficulty was low. What he didn’t know was that those with high spiritual power had always stood on a higher starting point.
Jiang Ling shook hands with the middle-aged man and left the room. At this moment, his personal information had already been updated, showing 10 points.
Next, he prepared to enter another room, with ample preparation. It was still a quick start, but he also learned some techniques for using herbs from his opponents.
As real-time passed quickly, he still only had 20 points after almost an hour. To face stronger opponents, he needed more time. He asked customer service and learned about another PK mode, a multiplayer fight, with options for 5-player and 10-player fights.
The rule was that the fastest side would earn 5 or 10 times the points and money, while the others would be losers.
Jiang Ling was cautious and initially chose the 5-player fight, still winning unexpectedly quickly. He couldn’t understand why the patients’ spiritual powers were so restless, like a chaotic chicken wrestling, but he started to extend the treatment time to learn the techniques of his unknown opponents.
Low-level matches didn’t attract much attention, but in high-level matches, there would be announcements in the world after each game, and many therapists would pay attention to the battles of the top players.
Jiang Ling felt the joy of competition and shortened his sleep time again. He loved the fight mode because it saved time. After one night passed, when Jiang Ling had to log out and sleep, he already had 1,020 points and had reached level 1. One-on-one PK matches at the same level would now earn him 20 points per game.
After he left, there was a small stir in the World Forum, but of course, no one cared except for those who were competing against him.
User 1: Damn, just now, my opponent’s strength in my match felt like a total mismatch for me! Did the program have a glitch in matching? You know, I’m just a level 0 newbie.
User 2: Wait a minute, I had someone like that in my fight just now…
User 3: Upstairs, me too…
User n: I get it now. Maybe it’s a pro who just discovered this platform and is starting to level up. But why did he choose this quiet time? I thought there wouldn’t be many strong players around to pick off!
User n+1: Tsk, come on, you bunch of noobs. You see someone better than you, and you’re here chatting on a public forum.
As Chu Wenyu sent people to find a way to manifest Jiang Ling’s spiritual powers, he also began searching for information about Jiang Ling from the past 20 years. He knew that Jiang Ling had been a handsome blond boy from birth and had even been favored by the royal family. He should have been ten years old at that time, staying in the palace, accompanied only by his wheelchair.
However, when Prince Jiang Ling reached the age where spiritual powers could be tested, he fell out of favor. Instead, another inconspicuous prince was detected with an extremely strong SS talent. After that, Jiang Ling experienced years of neglect. At the same time, Prince Jiang Qian, the second prince, didn’t have a deep bond with Prince Jiang Ling and often turned a blind eye to the child being mistreated by the palace staff.
Chu Wenyu greatly admired the strong and despised the weak, but this rule temporarily lost its effect, shifting with the people he liked.
Continuing to read, Chu Wenyu’s pupils clouded over when he saw a certain line of text.
Prince Jiang Ling had formed a childhood betrothal with the younger son of the Finance Minister, Sang Lan, and the prince had deep feelings for him, often clashing with the Second Prince over this Omega.
Below that was even a picture of Sang Lan. Honestly, he looked pretty good, the sunny type, to put it simply, the complete opposite of him.
So, he had someone he liked…
Chu Wenyu sneered coldly, not planning to let Jiang Ling sleep any longer. It was better to resolve this immediately to avoid constant heartaches. At the same time, he began to suspect. If Jiang Ling once liked Sang Lan, were his current actions an attempt to gain his trust through deception? The possibility of changing affections couldn’t be that high, as any Alpha would prefer someone lively and cheerful, especially since he was still just an Alpha in Jiang Ling’s eyes.
He didn’t make a phone call. Instead, he pushed himself out of bed and, after some effort, managed to sit in his wheelchair. His pajamas were slightly disheveled, revealing the translucent collarbones.
Chu Wenyu had requested a door be installed on the wall between their rooms. Now, with a stern face, he gently opened the door and walked into the Alpha’s room.
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