In the execution ground, two men knelt on the ground with black hoods over their heads.
When the hoods were removed, the blinding light made Zhou Ming's eyes water.
This was just a dream, so why did it feel so real?!
Once his eyes adjusted, Zhou Ming saw Wang Zhenji kneeling beside him.
This was actually the first time he had dreamed of Wang Zhenji.
The thought that his childhood friend was probably sleeping peacefully in reality filled him with irritation.
Just as he was about to stand up and kick Wang Zhenji, two massive hands forcefully pressed him back down.
Meanwhile, Wang Zhenji also opened his eyes, staring at Zhou Ming in shock.
"Zhou Ming! You're here too."
He tried to stand, but Zhou Ming saw two phantom hands appear in the air, pressing down on Wang Zhenji's shoulders and forcing him to kneel.
The two remained on the ground, pain radiating from their knees.
This was why they feared dreaming—the pain was all too real.
At that moment, a figure descended slowly from the sky.
"Criminals Zhou Ming and Wang Zhenji, you attempted to assault the immortal Lin Mo. The punishment is death. Any objections?"
The two looked up at the figure reading their sentence and exclaimed in unison, "Lin Mo?!"
Indeed, it was Lin Mo.
Lin Mo raised his hand and casually flicked his wrist, slapping both of them across the face.
"Here, you will address me as Venerable One."
As he spoke, a woman appeared beside him, strumming a guitar.
The two lowered their heads, not daring to speak.
Another slap struck them.
"Have you gone mute?"
Their faces stinging, they finally muttered, "Yes, Venerable One."
Lin Mo seemed satisfied.
"Since there are no objections, let the execution begin."
Two executioner's blades hovered above their heads.
Though Zhou Ming and Wang Zhenji believed they wouldn’t die, they felt like Louis XVI at that moment.
Warning!
Three meters above—heads will roll.
Soon, things became utterly bewildering.
They were about to become headless men.
"No... don’t do it!" Wang Zhenji let out a blood-curdling scream.
The blade hadn’t even fallen yet, and he was already begging.
"Don’t? Why didn’t you think of that when you gathered people to beat me up? Why didn’t you hesitate when you bullied others?"
Lin Mo sneered.
With a wave of his hand, the blade flashed—and Wang Zhenji’s arm fell to the ground.
There was no blood, but the pain was undeniable.
Wang Zhenji continued to scream.
Lin Mo then turned his gaze to Zhou Ming.
"And you? Any last words?"
Zhou Ming simply bowed his head. "Just do it. I’m sick of this nightmare."
Lin Mo smirked. Was this all it took to break him?
But it was indeed enough.
"From now on, whenever you commit evil, this nightmare will repeat. This isn’t a warning—it’s a punishment, one that will haunt you for the rest of your life."
Lin Mo reached out, piercing Zhou Ming’s chest and pulling out his still-beating heart.
Zhou Ming stared at his own heart, the sensation indescribable.
He knew this was a dream. Once he woke up, everything would return to normal.
But then, Lin Mo’s next words sent a chill down his spine.
"Zhou Ming, remember—these nightmares are just a small taste. If you want peaceful sleep, learn how to be a decent human being first."
With that, Lin Mo crushed Zhou Ming’s heart.
A sharp pain shot through him as endless darkness swallowed his body. The last thing he saw was the executioner’s blade descending upon Wang Zhenji’s neck.
So, only Wang Zhenji got to be Louis XVI.
......
Wang Zhenji’s eyes snapped open.
He was alone in his prison cell.
Gasping for air, he shuddered—the dream had felt too real. He had even seen Zhou Ming, watched as Lin Mo ripped out his heart.
Then came the blade.
Suddenly realizing something, he dropped to his knees on the bed.
"Lin Mo, I was wrong! Forgive me! Please spare me!"
Silence filled the air.
Wang Zhenji looked around, bewildered.
The seed had been planted. From now on, any wicked thought from Zhou Ming or Wang Zhenji would summon this nightmare again.
......
With the monthly exams approaching, most students were buckling down to study.
Except for the athletes, nearly everyone was immersed in their books.
One advantage of a top-tier high school was the strong academic atmosphere.
Of course, breaks were still taken—like during recess, when students huddled together to discuss DNF gold-farming strategies.
"Listen, the Ice Mage is nowhere near as good as the Elemental Bomber. Short range, low damage, only good for burst—utterly useless."
"Exactly. The damage is there, but the attack style and range are all wrong."
Hao Qiang, sitting in the back row, passionately analyzed.
Beside him, Jian Lihao wagged a finger.
"Bro, you don’t get it. Sure, the character’s flawed, but he looks cool while fighting. And coolness lasts a lifetime."
"Coolness is worthless. My Berserker’s way cooler. Just wait—next year, Berserker’s getting his second awakening!"
Prophet? Execute him!
Meanwhile, Gao Yuanqiang’s "Love Guru" class was in session.
"What do you do when your crush keeps saying she’s going to shower?"
"Probably spoiled. You should shower too."
"But then she says she’s going to sleep!"
"Then you should wash up and sleep too."
The girls, on the other hand, were discussing TV dramas—from Empresses in the Palace to Palace Lock.
It was clear that the girls’ early maturity was on full display here.
As for Lin Mo, he was flipping through a magazine called Story Collection.
He wasn’t reading for leisure—he needed to improve his writing skills.
Essays were his weak point; after all, he wasn’t a novelist.
Unlike a certain tea-loving guy who used to score high marks in composition.
Jiang Yunlu, meanwhile, was reviewing chemistry exercises. Since she planned to major in science, she had to shore up her weaknesses.
As for closed-book subjects like politics and history? She’d leave those to fate.
Such was the ordinary life of an ordinary school—mostly peaceful, with only occasional ripples.
Soon, evening self-study ended.
Even Xie Yuling didn’t immediately appear at Class 8’s door after the bell.
By the time Lin Mo packed up and stepped out, he ran into Xie Yuling exiting Class 7’s back door.
Having grown accustomed to walking home together, the three of them now often left as a trio.
The third person, naturally, was Fang Jun.
"Hey, after the exams, wanna go sing karaoke?" Fang Jun asked.
"Sure," Lin Mo replied, then glanced at Xie Yuling. Fang Jun did the same.
"Me... me too?" Xie Yuling blinked in confusion.
Perhaps because the three had been to the police station and eaten McDonald’s together, Xie Yuling didn’t treat Fang Jun with the same silence she reserved for others.
Lin Mo nodded. "Come along. We’re all friends—it’ll probably be the same group as last time."
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
