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."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
