Good boy Fenix felt like he was dying.

How did he not notice these overwhelming odors when using public transportation before?

Body odor, cosmetics, perfume, the smell lingering on clothes, and the scent of the vehicle itself.

These mixed smells almost suffocated Fenix.

Damn!

The boss never mentioned this kind of situation would happen!

If Awakened individuals always had such sensitive senses, it was no wonder Ferran never ate artificial ingredients, and Lion had such a strong territorial instinct.

This wasn't a psychological issue; it was a physiological aversion!

An environment that normal people could adapt to was a nightmare for Awakened individuals.

For example: who could tolerate sleeping in a sewage ditch every day?

Standing at the school gate, Fenix leaned against a landscape tree, feeling overwhelmed by reality, as if he could drop dead on the spot.

No wonder Awakened individuals kept their distance from ordinary people and lived in separate dorms.

Now, thinking about it, it might have little to do with privilege.

Instead, it was largely because Awakened individuals found it difficult to adapt to ordinary environments.

Fenix felt he needed to consider buying a car sooner rather than later.

He decided not to tell his family about the large sum of money yet. He would wait until he had bought everything he couldn't let his family know about, and then tell them what was left.

There was no other way.

Life was hard, Fenix sighed.

Fenix took deep breaths of fresh air, finally regaining his composure, only to see the school shuttle bus already started at the gate.

"Warning! Your actions may endanger you, please stop chasing the bus!"

"Warning! Your..."

Fenix was used to the shuttle bus AI's safety warnings.

He ignored them, grabbing the railing at the back of the bus and jumping aboard.

He landed on the pedestrian platform at the rear of the bus, climbed to the last row of seats, and gave a weak smile to those who turned around due to the warning.

Marina City University was a prestigious institution, ranking second in Cobalt Star and among the top fifty universities in the entire Cobalt Supercluster.

The campus was vast. Given occasional unreasonable dorm assignments, students relied on shuttle buses to attend classes.

The shuttle buses had dedicated lanes and reached destinations quickly.

Fenix barely got settled before he hopped off the bus, walking swiftly to the dormitory building and swiping his face to open the door.

However, the moment the door opened, Fenix's face turned pale, and he stepped back several meters.

Oh my god!!

Fenix covered his nose in agony, retreating over a dozen meters, and plopped down on the roots of a banyan tree outside the dormitory, breathing deeply as if he had just escaped death.

He suffered, oh, how he suffered.

Leaning against the trunk of the banyan tree, Fenix felt as if he had died once.

Was this really a place for humans to live?

Fenix couldn't believe it.

He actually lived in such a dorm for three years!

Oh my god!

And he was supposed to spend the night here tonight!

Fenix felt his soul was about to leave his body.

No.

This couldn't continue.

Fenix was still young! Fenix couldn't die!

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Fenix slapped his face, deciding to return to Sunnyfields Manor tonight.

If the boss asked, he would say Fenix missed him!

The boss would be so touched that he might even give Fenix a raise!

Good.

Fenix felt it was a good idea, he felt it could work!

Fenix regained his spirit but still lacked the courage to enter the dormitory again.

That wasn't an ordinary dormitory!

It was a death trap in disguise!

Fenix opened the dorm group chat.

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Fenix: "Someone come quick!"

Lancelot: "Yes, sir!"

Fenix: "Your Majesty is at the dormitory entrance, hurry up!"

Derek: "? Why don't you come up?"

Fenix: "Your Majesty despises mingling with such commoners!"

Lancelot: "Speak plainly."

Fenix: "I'm too lazy to climb up, come down quickly, let's go eat."

Alfred: "Coming, coming! Let us freshen up a bit!"

Seeing "freshen up," Fenix was stunned.

Fenix: "Why are you suddenly preening yourselves?"

Lancelot: "Because Athena endorsed a men's facial cleanser!"

Alfred: "And seaweed masks, pure natural plant essence, protecting your skin, ding ding!"

Derek: "Yeah, that's right."

Fenix: "...Alright."

Fenix felt the gift he brought would definitely be well-received, not just well-received, but Lancelot might faint from excitement.

Fenix patted his backpack, realizing he hadn't brought an oxygen tank.

So he typed: "Bro Lancelot, remember to bring an oxygen tank down."

Lancelot: "?"

Fenix: "I'm afraid when I take out my big treasure, your chicken coop will burst open, and chickens will fly everywhere."

Lancelot: "? You naughty brother, reporting you!"

???

You...

Perverts see what they want to see!

Fenix was indignant, about to type a response, but found himself muted.

Damn!

Fenix closed the chat window, vengefully thinking he wouldn't give Lancelot the disc later. He would make him cry until Fenix was satisfied before giving it to him.

The trio wasn't known for being meticulous. While a mask should be worn for fifteen to twenty minutes, they came down in less than five.

They spotted Fenix wearing a baseball cap and ran over. Upon seeing Fenix clearly, they exclaimed in unison.

"? What's with your expressions?" Fenix was confused.

Lancelot and Alfred were stunned.

Derek recovered first: "Fenny, you... have changed a lot this month?"

Fenix: ?

Lancelot whistled softly: "More than a lot!"

Alfred put his hands on Fenix's shoulders, his face grave: "Fenny, be honest, did you get plastic surgery?"

Fenix: "What nonsense are you spouting!"

Fenix said, touching his face and pinching it: "Dad has always been this handsome."

"Damn." Alfred pushed Fenix's hat down further: "Hide that face of yours!"

Fenix protested: "Why should I!"

Alfred: "Because you've received three love letters this month, while we've gotten none in three years!"

Fenix paused, looking at Alfred with a touch of sympathy: "Alright."

Sigh!

Even if Fenix hid his charm, these guys, with their plaid shirts, boxers, messy hair, and flip-flops, would still struggle to find girlfriends.

Their single aura was overpowering, but Fenix was so kind.

So he covered his face.

Fenix thought this, opening his backpack. Carefully controlling his strength, he took out three foam-wrapped packages and distributed them to the trio.

Then he hugged his backpack and climbed the tree more cautiously.

Fenix nodded to them from the tree: "Okay, you can open them now."

From beneath the tree at Dormitory Building No. 8 came three screams like air raid sirens, startling the entire dormitory area into silence for a moment.

"Ah!!! Fenny, you're amazing!!!"

"Fenix Bro, you're amazing!! Fenix Bro, you're amazing!!"

"My Fenix Bro is a god! My Fenix Bro is electricity, light, the only myth!!"

"Dad!!!"

Fenix pulled his legs back, avoiding Alfred's tear-streaked face as he tried to hug Fenix's leg.

The trio circled the tree below, staring up at Fenix sitting in the tree, their eyes glowing green, mumbling something like they were possessed.

Fenix tucked his feet, feeling like he was surrounded by zombies.

It was scary.

Fenix hugged his backpack, making a shooing gesture.

The zombies made some meaningless "eh eh oh oh" sounds, hugging their newfound treasures, gradually calming down.

Fenix breathed a sigh of relief.

Lancelot felt dizzy, but without an oxygen tank, he could only breathe deeply to calm his heartbeat.

Alfred looked at Fenix with more affection than a real brother: "Fenny, where did you get these?"

"The boss heard you liked Athena. He bought fifty when they first came out and gave me three."

Lancelot and Alfred were shocked!

Their faces were filled with awe: "Lion is also a fan!!"

Fenix jumped down from the tree: "He says he isn't a fan."

Lancelot: "Who buys fifty if they aren't a fan!"

Alfred: "Especially the signed first edition, he must be a hardcore fan!"

Derek: "To be fair, it does sound like it."

Fenix agreed.

But the boss's personal matters were best left unsaid.

"He says he isn't a fan," Fenix reiterated.

Lancelot: "I don't care, he gave me a sea-view room!"

Alfred: "Wah wah wah wah, I, Alfred, live and die for Lion Corp.! Lion is understanding and caring, he's the best person ever, I believe it!"

Derek was more rational than the other two, pulling Fenix toward the shuttle station while asking: "Did you just give them away? Those things are expensive."

"The boss said he only paid 20 credits per disc when he bought them."

Derek shook his head: "Still, their value now is incomparable."

"I agree." Fenix boarded the shuttle bus, "But the boss wouldn't let me refuse."

Saying this with a hint of seriousness.

Fenix didn't understand what was wrong with Lion.

Maybe he had too much money and nowhere to spend it.

Thinking this, Fenix's terminal "dinged," showing a Wealth account notification.

Fenix was surprised, opening the Wealth app, seeing Lion had transferred 9600 credits, labeled as "salary."

Two heads leaned over, exclaiming "oh my god."

Lancelot gasped: "Fenny, you earn that much?"

Derek factually stated: "High salaries are normal, especially for housekeepers."

"What does a housekeeper usually do?" Alfred felt a surge of jealousy, "Didn't Fenny also seclude himself to study recently?"

Fenix: "..."

Well, not much.

Just eating, drinking, sleeping, playing, occasionally causing trouble for Lion.

Fenix felt increasingly guilty.

"It's still busy," Fenix lied through his teeth, "Managing such a big estate, cleaning, tidying, mowing the lawn, checking the boss's schedule, planning, it's all very troublesome."

Troublesome my foot.

Robots did everything.

Fenix touched his conscience, feeling a pang.

Lancelot, who hated housework, nodded sympathetically: "Indeed, it sounds busy."

Alfred: "And taking exams makes it even more intense."

Derek: "But being with Lion, you must meet a lot of people, right?"

"Not really," Fenix told the truth this time.

Lion seemed like a complete slacker.

Except for stamping documents occasionally, he acted like a rich second-generation idler. No meetings, no socializing, doing whatever he wanted, staying home all day.

Under these circumstances, Fenix couldn't follow him to meet others.

Ferran was an exception.

Meanwhile, the bodyguard was as busy as a spinning top.

Just as Fenix thought this, the Wealth app "dinged" again.

Four heads lifted simultaneously, seeing Fenix's Wealth account credited with another 10,000 credits, labeled as "performance bonus."

The trio gasped: "Wow! What kind of boss is this!"

"I told you, my boss is a god!"

Fenix instinctively replied, wondering what a performance bonus meant.

Thinking about it, the only thing related to performance was his successful training.

But Lion didn't need to give him a bonus for passing training!

Fenix closed the Wealth app, got off the shuttle bus, followed the trio into the Fragrant Tycoon behind the school gates, still pondering.

Today, the Fragrant Tycoon was quiet, the cleanliness impeccable, causing no discomfort to Fenix.

They sat in the hall on the second floor.

Alfred, dazzled by the money, was hyped up: "I can be the next Fenix! Shine for Lion Corp.!"

"? Are you dreaming, Alfred?"

"Dreaming feels good, keep dreaming and it stays good. Who doesn't want to earn 20,000 a month? Don't interrupt Dad!"

Alfred lovingly rewrapped the disc, took a deep breath, feeling the air was sweet today.

Lancelot flipped through the menu, rolling his eyes: "You're just a cog in information engineering."

Derek brought back a few bottles of alcohol and a bowl of peanuts, placing them in front of Alfred: "Eat more."

Alfred clicked his tongue, just unscrewing the bottle cap, when a noisy group climbed the stairs.

Four heads turned, seeing five tall figures ascending the stairs.

They were basketball players from a rival school.

The five immediately noticed Fenix, their expressions turning challenging.

Challenged, Fenix was puzzled.

Alfred sneered: "They've been acting cocky this month while you were gone."

Fenix didn't understand: "Why are they so cocky?"

"They're here to challenge us," Lancelot chimed in, not lowering his voice.

Fenix nodded, seeing the five's challenging expressions deepen.

These punks must be too well-fed.

Fenix thought mature office workers like him had no time for such things.

He looked away, carefully picking up a peanut, testing it, finding no discomfort after eating one, and ate another.

The trio, waiting for Fenix's reaction, were stunned: "You're not going to respond to them?"

"? The third peanut slipped back into the bowl.

Fenix looked at Lancelot, then at the five, sighing worriedly.

"No, I can't play ball with them."

Fenix was very troubled: "After all, I'm just too strong."