Worst Enemy.

Gu Mickey's routine stayed the same. The music sucked, novels were poems, and video games didn't exist. This only fueled Mickey to work hard; his dreams were made of gold and were bigger than the city he was in.

Despite that, he remained vigilant and didn't try to act fast. He knew a great dish takes a lot of ingredients and time to come out perfect. The ingredients don't always have to be good; in the end, it's all about results.

For students writing their finals, it is okay to cheat, only if you don't get caught. Also, when cheating, don't make it excessive; cheat enough to not get a perfect score. You shouldn't feel ashamed; big organizations are being led by people who cheated in elections.

If you are poor, steal gold! If you are horny, make love.

If you are weak, join the military and rise up the ranks by stepping on the weak, while hiding using the shadow of the strong!

'I am going to grab every opportunity this world can give me! Although, I am fated to die, I need to take advantage of my current situation.'

A ruthless light ignited in his eyes as he stared at the rising sun from his window. 'Many people have studied the sun, and various beliefs have been made. On Earth, they said it is made from various gases. In this world, people take the sun as paradise. The righteous path believes that when they die, they become part of the Qi that makes up the sun and shine on the next generation.'

'I also believe in that.' A smile hung on his face. 'By now, some people have already figured out that I am not from this world, but they don't know I have some knowledge of the future.'

He wasn't sad or happy about that. He just felt normal and cool about it. He knew people don't take mosquitoes seriously compared to a lion going wild, yet by the end of the year, the number of people who die from malaria spread by only mosquitoes is over thousands.

Mickey put his coffee mug in the sink and finally decided to make his move as a book lord. At the moment, there is Qi in his jindan, but there is nothing he can do with it. To put it in Earth terms, cultivation is like a phone. One's talent is the model, thus determining the internet speed, storage, battery life, and stuff like RAM. Mickey's phone is one of those useless models with a better version. It has power, but no applications, and leaving it idle will empty the battery even though it will take a long time. His phone needs applications so it can be used, it will drain the battery, but it can be charged, and at some point, the phone will be updated.

'At the moment I don't have enough spirit coins to get those applications.' He showed a bitter smile as he walked out of his apartment.

'I always liked to use a weapon, and without a doubt, I am going to use one. Most people don't take the branch of martial arts because one would need to train the body to be able to take such a branch, and when the body reaches its limit there is no way of advancing.'

'Thus, I am putting it aside for now and focusing on two other paths.'

'Blood and taming!'

Cultivating many paths sounds cool, but there are side effects of grimoires not being in harmony with each other that may cause the jindan to burst out. But Mickey had a plan. 'I already know a perfect profound beast that is suitable to work with blood spells. Not only that, but it is one of those rare beasts with the ability to level up.'

While in his thoughts, the young man halted his steps as a familiar voice called out to him, "Gu Mickey, is that you!? Oh my gosh, your wounds have already healed! Did you see a healing book lord or something?!"

Thanks to the method he used to create his jindan, Mickey's injuries were gone, and the owner of the voice before him was trying to probe if he used Hugh Qian's healing methods to take care of his injuries, which made him feel irritated. However, he wasn't going to say a thing about it.

'It's a good thing I had a few maple leaves with me.' Mickey felt a little relieved, since the girl was a book Lord.

But his brows knotted up into a frown.

The tattoo on his chest released a tinge of pain, and the desire to kill consumed him. However, Mickey just took a deep breath and with each gram of air that entered his system, that feeling disappeared.

The blond haired girl smiled at the way Mickey was trying to control his urge to kill her. 'It would have been great if you tried to attack me, I would have shown you that we are not in the same league as before.'

Mickey knew this bimbo was afraid of him, and as long as he is alive, she will never find peace. If he was on Earth, then this girl would have made his heart move, although she wasn't particularly his type. Just looking at the voluptuous smooth jade-fair thighs would make one have an erection.

He sighed. 'She is the heroine most males liked the most, her future self is so hot! She is one of the reasons I even started watching the anime.'

'Alas, she worked hard and died a horrible death that made the author get a few hate comments.'

'Now I can't help but feel a little pity for my worst enemy. Does she know how many hentai of her I watched? Although they were works of art, I am sure some of them have the correct measurements.'

Mickey didn't know whether to cry or laugh. There were several times he envisioned himself doing the worst to her. Alas, this new body had done it a long time ago.

He didn't bother to reply to her and just walked past the smiling blonde girl, before reaching the elevator to go down to the first floor.

Ting—!

Jiang Yilin's face immediately turned as cold as ice, she scoffed, "Arrogant bastard! Do you still think that you are a conglomerate's child? You are bound to fail no matter what you do. I curse you for the rest of your life."

Mickey ignored her and continued with what he was doing.

The tattoo on his chest showed a golden light, causing him to stagger a little in pain.

"Lee Yan, huh? That's a beautiful name. Do you hate me?"

The golden light from the tattoo blinked a few times and vanished.

'I see.'