If anyone were to ask Lin Yi right now if he could handle it, he would surely respond with a roll of his eyes.
If asked about his mood, he would describe it as gleeful—and even then, it wasn't enough. It was nowhere near enough; he needed more. A Heavenly Tribulation of this caliber was a rare, once-in-a-lifetime opportunity; how could he ever complain about having too much?
For the first time, Lin Yi allowed himself a grin, revealing his white teeth. The lightning before him was, after all, his own strength—gained for free. How could he not be happy? There is a certain dopamine rush that comes with unearned gain. If a person earns a thousand in a day of hard work, they might not feel much joy, but if they snatch a red envelope worth a hundred, they might be happy for days. That is the charm of unearned gain. Amplifying that pleasure a hundredfold is a fair description of Lin Yi’s current mood.
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