The line gradually shortened, and Zhou Ke turned his attention to the test ahead.
"Bro, this second round is called the [Aptitude Test]. It's a one-on-one match against another student," Zhang Yang explained, glancing at the setup for the second round.
"But it’s only for evaluation—no one gets eliminated. Losing doesn’t matter."
Zhou Ke looked ahead as well.
The person overseeing the second round was a senior female student.
She had short hair, fair skin, and an exceptionally beautiful appearance, dressed in elegant and ornate clothing.
Many freshmen cast eager glances her way, and a few bold guys even tried striking up conversations.
However, the girl remained indifferent, her expression icy.
She ignored all attempts at friendliness, methodically organizing the freshmen for their tests.
As Zhou Ke got closer, he noticed a small badge pinned to the collar of her uniform—a heart-shaped ruby brooch.
His gaze lingered for a moment.
"Hey, bro, don’t tell me you’re checking out senior sister Zhuang?" Zhang Yang had clearly noticed Zhou Ke’s stare.
"Don’t even think about it! She’s famously known as the ‘Ice Queen’ of the school—proud, aloof, and cold as ice."
"Yeah, she’s gorgeous, but good luck getting close to her. I’ve heard no guy has ever been seen by her side."
Zhou Ke averted his eyes. "I was just looking at that badge on her chest."
Zhang Yang nodded. "Oh! That thing? It’s the emblem of one of the Four Great Noble Families. Just like Ye Lingtian’s [Ye Family], senior sister Zhuang is from the [Zhuang Family], another of the Four Great Nobles."
"The Ye Family is known for their [Spade] Divine Card, while the Zhuang Family represents the [Heart] suit."
"So, their family emblems match their respective symbols."
The line continued to shrink until it was finally Zhang Yang’s turn.
"My turn, bro. I’m up for the second test."
Zhang Yang stepped forward.
"Stand here," senior sister Zhuang’s voice was frigid.
Following her instructions, Zhang Yang positioned himself in front of a testing device—a large computer with a connected helmet.
"Put it on." The short-haired senior still refused to waste a single word.
Zhang Yang obediently sat down, placing the helmet on his head.
Across from the computer, another helmet was set up. Soon, another student took the seat opposite him.
This student was dressed just as lavishly.
Zhou Ke noticed that he, too, wore a noble family badge—this one shaped like intertwined vines forming a [Spade].
If Zhou Ke remembered correctly, wasn’t that the emblem of the Ye Family?
The boy across from Zhang Yang wore a haughty expression. "A minor noble like you dares to compete with me?"
"Damn it! Why did I get paired with Ye Lingtian?! There’s no way I can win..."
Zhang Yang looked like he wanted to cry but forced a smile, extending a hand.
"Brother Ye! Nice to meet you!"
Ye Lingtian glanced disdainfully at Zhang Yang’s attire. "I don’t shake hands with minor nobles."
Zhang Yang’s smile faded as he awkwardly withdrew his hand.
"Student, the test is arranged by the school. Please wear the helmet," senior sister Zhuang shot Ye Lingtian a sharp glare, her tone even sterner.
"And refrain from making classist remarks."
Ye Lingtian looked up at her, irritation flashing in his eyes as if he wanted to retort.
But when his gaze landed on the badge on her chest, he lowered his head and stayed silent.
He put on the helmet.
With a few taps on the computer by senior sister Zhuang, Zhang Yang and Ye Lingtian vanished in an instant.
She cleared her throat. "Next."
Zhou Ke took a deep breath and stepped forward.
At the same time, another student approached the seat opposite him.
This one wore a black hooded cloak, their face hidden.
What kind of outfit was this? A bit edgy.
As Zhou Ke moved forward, senior sister Zhuang unexpectedly lifted her head slightly and spoke to him directly:
"You’re the one with a magic level of 43?"
The moment she asked, gasps erupted from the students behind him.
"Wait, did I hear that right?"
"Senior sister Zhuang actually initiated a conversation with a guy?"
"This guy isn’t even from a major noble family. What gives?"
Unsure how to respond, Zhou Ke simply nodded.
Senior sister Zhuang ignored the murmurs entirely, pulling a business card from her pocket and handing it to Zhou Ke.
"I hope you’ll consider joining the [Crimson Heart Society]. It’s one of the school’s top three clubs. Here’s my card."
The crowd exploded with chatter.
"What?! She’s inviting him to join the Crimson Heart Society?"
"I’ve never seen senior sister Zhuang recruit a freshman before."
"Wow, the sun must be rising from the west. The Ice Queen’s persona is crumbling."
Senior sister Zhuang glared at the line of freshmen.
Miraculously, they fell silent instantly—not a single word dared to follow.
Zhou Ke took the card and read:
[Zhuang Xingyao, Heart Jack of the Divine Card, President of the Crimson Heart Society, Elite Cup Champion, Heir to the Heart Scepter]
He didn’t fully understand, but it sounded impressive.
He pocketed the card. "I’ll think about it."
Dozens of eyes burned into Zhou Ke’s back, as if they wanted to tear him apart.
"He’ll ‘think about it’?"
"Which family is this guy from, acting so arrogant?"
"Rumor says he’s just a commoner."
"Does he even realize what he’s saying?"
"Damn, my biggest dream since enrolling was to join the Crimson Heart Society someday, and he’s ‘considering’ it?"
"Magic level 43... Life’s just unfair."
Zhou Ke tuned out the noise behind him.
"Alright, both of you, please sit at the computer and put on the helmets."
"This is the second round of the entrance exam—the [Aptitude Test]."
"Once the system selects the test criteria, you’ll be transported to the examination site."
Zhou Ke placed the helmet on his head.
The cloaked figure did the same.
Zhou Ke noticed a [Simulated Wheel] on the computer screen, each segment labeled with a different attribute—
Strength, Intelligence, Luck, Psychology...
Zhuang Xingyao gave the wheel a light spin.
It whirled rapidly before gradually slowing down.
Finally, the pointer landed on one segment—
Luck.
"The test criteria for this round is: Luck."
"As the saying goes, luck is also a part of strength."
"In this assessment, the student with superior luck will be the winner."
"Prepare yourselves. Three, two, one—"
"You will now be transported to the examination site."
With a tap from Zhuang Xingyao, Zhou Ke felt the world around him twist violently.
It reminded him of the sensation when he had teleported with Professor Chen Yun—an intense compression, as if he were being squeezed through a narrow space.
His entire body ached, and breathing became difficult.
Then—
The air suddenly cleared.
Zhou Ke looked around. He had arrived in a new place.
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.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
