After Lin Yu lay down on the ground, he also realized that the entire scene actually offered him many "opportunities" to exploit.

This time, with Fourth Tier players guaranteed to participate in this dungeon, he was actually quite lucky for once.

Whether it was Rengu's entrance disabling the Heart Domain and Exclusive Items, the standoff between Lacan and Tycoon, the search for a "third party," or the moment Algae appeared...

Lin Yu had many moments where he thought of plans he could execute—if the Briefcase on the statue really did contain Old Zheng's inheritance, he had plenty of time to fight for it.

But...

Lin Yu had never intended from the start to rely on "split-second reactions" or "seizing opportunities" to win Old Zheng's inheritance.

He didn't need to!

From the very beginning, Lin Yu had no intention of "competing fairly" or performing some extreme stunt in front of Fourth Tier powerhouses.

When you can walk the open road, why would you choose to walk a tightrope?

Lin Yu was very clear about his positioning this time: with Old Zheng tucked away in his item space, he was more qualified than anyone to inherit this "legacy."

It was rare for him to start ahead of everyone else on the starting line... and of course, Lin Yu was going to use that advantage.

Extreme maneuvers and dramatic comebacks were only risky moves needed when you were behind.

Now, with an inherent advantage, performance was merely a means to add icing on the cake and secure even more benefits.

From the start, everyone else was already behind Lin Yu.

And once Lin Yu met the Lord of the Sixth Island, everyone else had zero chance left.

Shortly after bidding farewell to the Diving Merchant, Lin Yu had already claimed Old Zheng's "legacy"—this ruin was merely the stage Lin Yu had chosen.

He understood Fu Luo, knew exactly what kind of deductions the other would make—especially when the clues Fu Luo received were all deliberately left by Lin Yu himself.

And no matter how brilliant Fu Luo was, it was impossible to realize someone was deliberately misleading him without any information to go on.

What's more, Lin Yu's misdirection and hints were actually extremely sparse... and the fewer there were, the harder they were to detect.

Those Fourth Tier experts who arrived as reinforcements might each have their own methods and could pick up on anomalies... but once they rushed over, under the urgent circumstances, they would naturally choose to rely on the explanations of their "companions on site" to understand the situation.

When everyone gathered in this ruin and converged at this predetermined location, they were destined to follow the script Lin Yu had written.

Witnessing the moment when the heir of the first-generation Freud, known as "Schreiber," rose to fame.

And once they left, they would definitely dig deeper into this suddenly appearing "Schreiber"—and that was when his rather impressive performance in the previous dungeon would become worth savoring.

Although the groundwork was a bit short... Schreiber's persona would make all of this feel anything but abrupt.

After all, as the successor of the first-generation Freud, Schreiber was bound to possess formidable spiritual power and exceptional skill at concealing himself.

It was only recently that he had become too "sharp-edged" to hide any longer, and having deemed himself "fully developed," he had begun deliberately stepping into the spotlight, preparing to reclaim the title of Freud in grand fashion—which was why he had entered their line of sight.

Standing below the screen, Potassium Chloride of the Psychological Society was utterly stunned.

"Freud... the first-generation Chairman... has a successor?!"

"It's not just a successor, it feels more like a relative," Chlorpromazine said. Despite being only First-Tier, as a veteran member, he had clearly met Old Zheng in person. Even though he could now tell the young man in the white coat on the screen wasn't Old Zheng, he still felt the two were extremely similar. "Could he be a nephew, a younger brother, or some blood-related junior of his..."

Dolantine rubbed her forehead: "That nasty personality, like someone secretly setting off firecrackers in an outhouse, really is somewhat hereditary. And that overall aura of a rat skulking through a sewer is nearly identical as well... The successor claim probably isn't fake, and the blood relation needs verification, but I think there's at least some connection."

The original design foundation for Schreiber's appearance came from Lin Yu's "model reconstruction" based on the bone structure of Old Zheng's corpse he had seen, and he'd even referenced Old Zheng's own suggestions, ultimately creating a face with five or six parts similarity to how Old Zheng looked in life—a glance would tell you they were two different people, but staring longer would make you suspect they were father and son or brothers with some blood tie.

But with just a bit of makeup to restore the likeness, anyone who knew Old Zheng would feel it was almost the same person.

Even those closest to him, upon a first glance, would feel like an old friend had returned.

So it was only natural that the Psychological Society members would speculate in that direction.

"He said his face had been altered," Lacan said, staring intently at the screen at the likeness of someone he seemed to know. "Maybe... maybe he got plastic surgery, or used some item or technique from a certain realm to deliberately make his appearance closer to Freud... He probably admires Freud greatly... His claim of wanting to reclaim the other's title shows he genuinely aspires to become him, so such an action isn't surprising."

Nineteen let out a breath: "So that's it, 'Moon mirrored in the well, water scooped in a basket, sweet scent lured away by a peach replacement, leaves stirred after wind passes the forest, sparrow stalks the mantis only for the cicada to escape the shell'... so that's what Boss Zhan's cryptic line meant."

Even though Nineteen still didn't fully understand it now, it seemed to fit the current situation quite well!

Compared to the shock from the Psychological Society and Nineteen's pensive mood, the Order and Night Watchmen side was also fairly stunned.

"This is... a good thing, right? At least it didn't fall into the Psychological Society's hands."

Tycoon looked at the empty box, then at the young man in the white coat with the purple pendant hanging on the screen, and said with a sigh.

"Although it feels like we got played, when you put it that way, it does seem acceptable," Rengu also remarked with emotion. "In any case, it was a wasted trip... and the report back is going to be hard to write."

"At least he's not part of the Psychological Society, and he seems quite displeased with that organization."

Only Bi Fang, watching the figure on the screen, grew even more concerned: "He's dissatisfied with the Psychological Society, but after all, he claims to be the successor of the first-generation Freud... For someone like him to obtain this inheritance might be even worse than if the Psychological Society had gotten it."

"After all, he must endorse the first-generation Freud's views to claim himself as his successor... which means that although he stands on a different side from the Psychological Society, the ideology he believes in isn't all that different."

"And who knows—without the constraints of an organizational structure, if this inheritance greatly boosts his power, his destructive potential might be even greater than the Psychological Society's!"

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