A light, sticky chill crept up his back little by little.
Zhu Yan's heart gave a slight twinge as he snapped his head around to look at the small supermarket beside him.
—There was nothing.
Peach-pink fairy wands and colorful toy car models meant for children were sealed in blister packs, hanging in rows at the most conspicuous spots in the shop; a crude little electric fan dangled from a rope, its white plastic blades spinning with a creaky sound.
Everything seemed normal, except there was no one around.
Driven by some inexplicable urge, Zhu Yan walked inside and found half a glass of hot tea sitting on the counter. The tea leaves had settled at the bottom, showing a low-quality grayish-green hue.
Zhu Yan cleared his throat. While quickly stowing the food and water from the shelves into his ring, he began muttering to himself in a voice too low for the players outside to hear.
"I want to change floors."
"The merchandise here is abundant."
"The food here is delicious..."
"I..."
He reeled off about a dozen sentences, but everything remained the same.
He hadn't guessed the right command.
The floor didn't change, and from outside came Xu Tongguang's somewhat breathless explanations and Chen Zhaoxing's out-of-tune humming.
Zhu Yan fell silent.
The fan blades continued their creaking, and inside the blister packs, the peach-pink fairy wands still looked shiny and new.
But the chill on Zhu Yan's back kept spreading into deeper cells, seeping into his very bones bit by bit.
Was this really a small supermarket normally absorbed by the Main Trunk?
Who would sell cheap fairy wands—toys that only toddlers would like—to university students on a college campus?
Who would put such things in the most prominent place in the store?
Only people like Yang Zhanbai and Chen Zhaoxing could be so careless.
This place was absolutely not normal at all!
Zhu Yan steadied his nerves, turned around decisively, and walked into the small room next door.
It was a broom closet with its door wide open. Inside, a few filthy wooden mops leaned haphazardly, alongside half a bucket of dirty water.
In Xishan University, there were no normal dorm managers, nor had Zhu Yan seen any cleaning ladies.
He presumed there were none, because the bloodstains in front of Dorm 106 had never been cleaned up. When he passed by there this morning, the metallic smell of rust mixed with rotting flesh was so thick it was nauseating.
If Xishan University didn't have them, would the other three schools?
Zhu Yan backed out, his heart turning icy cold.
The scene here was very strange. The horror creatures behind this hadn't appeared openly, but that didn't mean they weren't watching from the shadows.
How long had his movements been monitored? How much had been seen?
Zhu Yan quickly recalled his actions.
The newly replaced dorm door was quite soundproof, and the entire room could withstand high-level attacks, so the monster might not necessarily know what happened inside.
Outside the dorm, Zhu Yan had hurriedly run around in his original appearance, eavesdropping, and checking the small supermarket and the broom closet.
It was okay.
The monster might know he was the Hunter, or it might not...
Zhu Yan swallowed hard.
Not far away, Chen Zhaoxing was still chattering, his voice growing more distant.
"Huh? Which dorm is Yang Zhanbai in again? He went back to his room. I remember him saying his dorm had a black door, 30... thirty-something?"
"303," Xu Tongguang's voice chimed in.
He clearly realized something and suddenly gasped.
"Wait... 303! Did you guys hear that broadcast..."
Another player's voice hesitantly interjected, "The wanted poster? Are you saying the Hunter might be on our floor?"
"Then the guy who just ran past, could he be..."
No one spoke anymore.
The players looked at each other in dismay, all thinking of a terrifying possibility.
There were no horror creatures on this floor, but there was a Hunter.
Would Yang Zhanbai in Dorm 303 be a match for the Hunter?
One of the players quickly took out his phone and scrolled through the messages.
"There's a signal," he whispered, his face already pale.
"I just saw people from this floor posting. Some dorms have bad soundproofing; they could hear our conversation and are asking about it."
To be precise, the student group chat of Boyang University was already blowing up.
Some people were fighting desperately against the attacking monsters outside, but anyone hiding safely in their dorms was asking which floor this sudden Hunter was on.
After the floor number, 100, was exposed by someone with good hearing, some people became even more eager to try their luck.
"What Hunter? Why don't those of us on the 100th floor see if we can team up and insta-kill the Hunter together, let's just do it!"
"The Hunter isn't on the player leaderboard anyway, so their level should be about the same as ours, right?"
"Is anyone coming out?"
The boy scrolled through these messages, shrank back nervously, and looked around.
Chen Zhaoxing snatched the phone and scrolled through it with great interest; Xu Tongguang, however, placed his index finger against his lips, signaling the others to stop talking.
Then, he took a step forward, moving to the very front of the group.
After finishing reading the messages, Chen Zhaoxing also fell silent.
A gloating smile appeared on his face as he swiftly moved behind Xu Tongguang and spoke to him in a low voice.
"Brother, it's up to you, blow it up."
...
Zhu Yan leaned against the wall, hiding silently, when a possibility suddenly occurred to him.
The Wanted Poster was broadcast publicly to all horror creatures.
If he went back to Dorm 303, then transformed into a toad, pushed the door open, and pretended to demand an explanation...
Zhu Yan clenched his fists.
Admittedly, this was very risky. If the horror creatures here were above level six, then the ability Roleplay would be seen through instantly.
But what if their level was not higher than six?
That would be an excellent opportunity to fish for information. If it went smoothly, he could even head to the floor he wanted to go to!
Zhu Yan made up his mind.
Even if he failed, it didn't matter; the floors changed every so often anyway.
It wasn't like he could be trapped here for the rest of his life!
Zhu Yan covered his mouth with his sleeve and muttered in a voice so low he could barely hear it himself, "Keep safe."
A wave of dizziness washed over him.
With a thud, Zhu Yan belatedly felt his knees hit the carpeted floor, landing right beside Yang Zhanbai.
Yang Zhanbai was leaning against the bed frame; who knew how much effort it had taken him to get into this posture.
His forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. Seeing Zhu Yan return, he actually forced out a sneer.
"Yo. Good son, why are you back? Is Zhu Zeyu alive or dead?"
Qi Yinming, on the other hand, didn't speak.
He just pursed his lips and quietly looked up at him, as if pondering something.
Zhu Yan was speechless.
At a time like this, the bro still had the mood to fight for patriarchal dominance.
He ignored Yang Zhanbai, stood up, and walked toward the door.
The moment he pushed the door, Zhu Yan instantly activated Roleplay.
By the time he stepped out again, he had already turned into that toad with blood-red eyes wearing a green apron!
The dorm door slammed shut behind him as Zhu Yan imitated the way a toad walked.
Except for the absence of the squelching sound of slimy webbed feet hitting the ground, everything else was an exact match.
"I have come to find the trail of the Hunter!"
Zhu Yan was not the least bit afraid of death, his hoarse, toad-like voice echoing through the air.
Not far away, the blood instantly drained from Xu Tongguang's face.
"A toad..."
"Shut up!" Chen Zhaoxing growled under his breath, turning to order the rest of the group.
"Find a place to hide. No one is to make a sound!"
It was terrifying.
That kind of aura was simply not something an ordinary, low-level horror creature could possess.
Even in Bailu City, it was exceptionally rare!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
