From the Binjiang Park, heading westward, following the river upstream, then turning into an alley, White Hustle specifically chose areas without surveillance and quickly returned to school.

Familiar with the route, they scaled the wall, maneuvered through the forest path to the back of their dormitory building, and summoned two campus raccoons, issuing them a straightforward command: "This place is your toilet from now on! Practice good hygiene, fixed spot for your business!"

Then, shoes off, they scurried up to the fourth floor like a gecko and sneaked into their dorm room through the balcony.

With their current skills, they could make 90% of the world's rock climbers jobless.

But there's surveillance at the hallway entrance!

While White Hustle might be a harmonious youth who hadn't delved into criminology, they understood the basics of clearing suspicion. Even if the forces of justice were otherworldly, evidence still mattered, right?

Back in the dorm, they slowly recollected the day's gains, thoughts, experiences, contemplating the path ahead.

The past three days revolved entirely around revenge; thoughts about the future were scarce. But now that the big vendetta was over, they couldn't continue without a goal.

Since the ability they possessed was almost singular in the world, planning their life carefully, especially in the face of threats, seemed crucial!

What? No threats? Then what about that upgrade message mentioning Alzheimer's?

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Honestly, White Hustle was genuinely frustrated. What a ridiculously frustrating superpower! Even compared to the most radical environmentalists, they were leagues behind the creator of this ability—assuming there was one. They'd even suspect some random guy turned druid, driven mad by a polluted Earth, unable to tolerate humanity's wickedness, suddenly gaining self-will and designating a youngster to save the world!

Well, despite how frustrating this superpower was, it was still a superpower. Without it, not to mention anything else, that revenge wouldn't have been so easily achieved.

Future, life, tree planting, environmentalism, charity.

Starting a horticulture company seemed the best choice, although they only had two basic abilities for now. From the awakening information, they knew controlling plants with druidic power would be a breeze.

Great, orchids for the old ladies, beloved plants of the old cadre... wait, it's rare orchids, beloved by the old cadres! And those black roses, purple roses, transparent roses, rainbow roses, a breeze to swindle those bourgeois! As for other urban and garden plants, the cost to cultivate them, with their abilities, was virtually negligible.

Aside from plants, there were pets to consider. Family pets were too mundane. They'd specialize in training hunting dogs, racing horses, South China tigers, breeding giant pandas, even Martian creatures...

White Hustle absentmindedly wiped their drool. Under the thrilling prospects of the future, controlling saliva wasn't something they could easily manage anymore. When they snapped out of it, their chest was embarrassingly soaked!

If daydreaming counted as a man's career, White Hustle was at the peak.

"All good things must come to an end." This was a saying from ancient times. When their daydreaming business went bankrupt, they pondered: where would the startup funds come from?

我们先不谈做园艺大亨，养猎犬和赛马。他们甚至买不起宠物店。

光是创办一家空壳公司就要花费几千美元，咨询专业机构。

因此，在放飞思绪并沉浸在精神享受中之后，White Hustle 专注于现实，思考他们的成功之路。他们应该怎么做才能快速积累第一笔资金？

同时，他们也不能忽视发展和增强德鲁伊的力量。

拥有世界上如此独特的超自然能力，不完全发展它是愚蠢的。为什么要赚钱？为了增强绿化地球的能力，扭转这些优先事项是White Hustle不会做的事情。

至于学习，他们似乎不得不放弃。毕竟，上学的目的也是为了赚钱。此外，由于他们需要发展德鲁伊的力量，像学校这样拥挤的地方不允许这样做。

于是，第二天，White Hustle又回到了熟悉的领域。

不是去皇帝水果吧，而是去中央电影院旁边的宠物街。四个原因：打工、观察和学习宠物店的运营、对待宠物收集对自然力量的反馈、建立联系（许多有钱人住在西河边，大部分都带着心爱的宠物）、从当地人那里获取关于昨晚血腥事件的最新八卦。

嗯，指望着手指头，White Hustle 觉得自己非常聪明和自给自足。