100: Iceland Aurora, next stop New York

But Jiang Yuan enjoyed it very much.

He took out his Nikon Z9, pressed the shutter a few times at the reflection, and then casually turned on the livestream.

The moment the stream connected, the number of viewers soared like a rocket.

But this time, the chat was less filled with laughter and more with awe.

"Holy crap... where is this?"

"This filter is way too oppressive, right? It feels like we've arrived on an alien battlefield."

"To the person above, this is the original camera! The streamer never uses filters!"

"It's too beautiful, that sense of brokenness is just perfect..."

"Streamer, standing there all by yourself, don't you feel lonely? Just looking at this screen makes me feel empty inside."

Jiang Yuan looked at this comment, adjusted the camera, and framed his silhouette with the lonely Bat Mountain.

"Lonely?"

His voice was scattered by the wind, yet it carried an indescribable sense of freedom.

Jiang Yuan smiled but didn't directly answer the comment.

He turned and walked back to his car, opening the trunk.

Under the gaze of one hundred thousand viewers, he took out a camping chair and a folding table.

Next came a set of exquisite pour-over coffee equipment.

On this black sand beach where the gale howled, like the end of the world.

Grinding beans, boiling water, brewing.

His movements were unhurried, as elegant as if he were in a café on the Left Bank of Paris.

Steam rose up and was instantly blown away by the cold wind, but the charred aroma of the coffee remained.

Jiang Yuan held his coffee, sitting in the chair, facing the towering black mountain and the lead-gray sea.

"Loneliness is the epitaph of the weak."

He raised his cup to the camera, as if toasting the world around him.

"For the strong, this is called freedom."

The livestream chat exploded instantly.

"Damn it, he actually pulled off a flex!"

"Is this the level of a Divine Magnate? Not only rich, but also possessing this damn style!"

Just then.

An uninvited guest suddenly wandered into the corner of the frame.

A wild reindeer, perhaps attracted by the aroma of the coffee, or perhaps sensing the aura of [All Things Affinity] on Jiang Yuan.

It actually walked slowly out from behind a sand dune.

No fear, no running away.

It walked up to Jiang Yuan and lowered its head to sniff his windbreaker.

Jiang Yuan didn't move either, only reaching out his hand to gently stroke its massive antlers.

One man, one reindeer, one coffee.

The background was the black mountains and black water at the end of the world.

At this moment, the screen full of comments in the livestream suddenly paused for an instant.

Everyone was stunned by this scene of extreme harmony.

This sitting lasted for three days.

During these three days, he didn't return to the manor, nor did he stay in any five-star hotel.

Just like that, with one car, one person, and one reindeer, he made a home on the black sand beach at the end of the world.

When hungry, he took a top-grade M9 tomahawk steak from the car and seared it on a portable stove until it sizzled with oil.

When thirsty, he brewed a pot of pour-over coffee or opened an energy drink.

The reindeer seemed to smell the enticing aroma emanating from that blue liquid and grunted greedily.

Jiang Yuan poured a small capful for it.

As a result, after drinking it, the creature was so energized that it ran around the tent for half an hour, even contributing a legendary "Reindeer High-Speed Drift" scene to the livestream.

Three days later.

Jiang Yuan packed up the folding chair and patted the reindeer's head.

"Alright, go back to your mountains."

The reindeer looked back every few steps, and only when it watched the silver car disappear at the end of the road did it reluctantly retreat back into the wilderness.

After returning to the Polar Night Manor, life slowed down.

Truly slow.

For ordinary people, time is a whip chasing them, the mortgage to be paid every month, the time clock that must be punched.

But for Jiang Yuan, time is the least valuable thing.

Possessing endless life and inexhaustible wealth, he could spend an entire afternoon just watching how a cloud was blown apart by the wind.

Or spend an entire day practicing putting on the manor's temperature-controlled golf course.

Butler Charles would bring the global financial reports on time every day.

Jiang Yuan would occasionally glance at them, feeling no ripple in his heart as he watched the rise and fall of those numbers.

He was even so bored that he had Charles bring the best botanist in Iceland, attempting to plant a few osmanthus trees from his hometown on the volcanic rock.

Although the botanist stated that this violated the laws of nature, after Jiang Yuan quietly watered them a few times with diluted blue energy liquid...

Those saplings stubbornly sprouted tender green buds in the cold wind at 64 degrees north latitude.

This scene scared the botanist so much that he nearly knelt on the spot, calling it a "biological miracle" and insisting on writing a paper.

Of course, it was rejected by Jiang Yuan on the grounds of "trade secrets."

Days passed by like this.

July, August, September.

The daylight hours in Iceland began to shorten visibly.

From the previous polar day, it slowly transitioned to normal day-night alternation, and finally, the darkness began to devour the day.

Late October.

The whole of Iceland officially entered the long polar night.

Every day, only for an hour or two at noon would a faint, fish-belly white appear on the horizon; the rest of the time was an endless night.

On the cliff behind the manor.

This was the best location in all of Reykjavik to watch the aurora; there was no light pollution, only the howling sea wind.

To ensure the master could enjoy the view comfortably, Charles had specially had someone build a fully transparent bulletproof glass viewing cabin here.

Inside, it was covered with thick white wool carpets, and the climate control system locked the temperature at 24 degrees.

Jiang Yuan was wearing a loose silk bathrobe, lazily sinking into the sofa.

Beside him.

Four maids in black and white uniforms were kneeling on the carpet.

One was gently massaging his legs with moderate strength.

One was using an exquisite purple clay teapot to brew Mingqian Longjing tea that had been air-shipped from back home.

The other two were holding plates of cut fruit, ready to feed him at any moment.

And outside the glass cabin.

Was another world.

Below were cliffs dozens of meters high, and the huge black waves of the North Atlantic Ocean were frantically crashing against the reefs, emitting a deafening roar.

Overhead was God's overturned palette.

The massive green aurora belt, like silk, spanned the entire sky.

Sometimes turning purple, sometimes mixed with pink.

They danced and changed in the night sky, breathtakingly beautiful.

"Sir, this is this year's massive aurora eruption."

The head maid said softly, her eyes full of awe.

Jiang Yuan picked up his teacup, took a sip of hot tea, and watched the brilliant light curtain overhead.

Very beautiful.

Indeed, very beautiful.

When he saw it on the first day, he held his camera and filmed for an entire night.

When he saw it on the second day, he still felt it was quite shocking.

The third day... until now, he had been watching it for a week.

"I'm bored of it."

Jiang Yuan put down his teacup, his originally stunned eyes now calm and rippleless.

No matter how beautiful a landscape is, once it becomes a wallpaper you can see every day, it loses its magic.

This kind of life, where you do nothing but eat and sleep, seeing the aurora when you open your eyes and maids when you close them, is the ultimate goal countless people dream of.

But for someone like him, who still has a long time to play in this world, it's too boring.

People are always like this.

When busy, they want to be idle; when idle for too long, they want to find some excitement.

"Charles."

Jiang Yuan pressed the call bell beside him.

"Sir, I am here."

The butler's voice immediately came out of the speaker.

"Is that new plane ready?"

"Reporting to you, sir, the customized Boeing BBJ 787-9, codenamed 'Heavenly Palace,' has completed its final test flight and interior renovation."

There was an undisguised hint of pride in Charles's voice.

"It is currently parked in the private hangar at Keflavik Airport and is ready for takeoff at any time."

This was not the Gulfstream from before that could only seat a dozen people and needed to be leased.

This was a wide-body airliner that Jiang Yuan, two months ago, feeling that travel requiring transfers was too troublesome, simply waved his hand and spent hundreds of millions of dollars on, excluding interior decoration.

A true palace in the air.

"Very good."

Jiang Yuan stood up, his silk bathrobe sliding off to reveal his toned upper body.

The maids hurriedly lowered their heads, their cheeks flushed, but they couldn't help but secretly glance at those perfect muscle lines.

"Notify the crew and apply for the flight path."

Jiang Yuan walked to the glass window, looking at the aurora still dancing outside, and stretched.

"Tomorrow morning... oh wait, this damn place doesn't have mornings right now."

"Anyway, we'll leave when I wake up."

"Where to, sir?" Charles asked.

Jiang Yuan looked at the pitch-black sea outside the window.

On the other side of the globe, there is a city known as the "City That Never Sleeps."

There are no auroras there, but it has the brightest lights in the world.

There are no quiet black sand beaches there, but there is the desire-filled Wall Street.

"Go to New York."

A playful smile tugged at the corner of Jiang Yuan's mouth.