"Something was definitely off." Ye Chuan watched as the bald man's body shrank until only a shriveled husk remained, along with a puddle of strange, colorless liquid.
He crouched down and sniffed it—no particular odor either.
"But would killing him affect my chances of getting the item?" Ye Chuan muttered to himself.
He pondered. Sure, he was supposed to follow this so-called teacher's instructions, but blasting the guy away didn’t technically break any rules.
Ah well, what’s done is done.
Ye Chuan twirled the revolver on his finger. "As long as I know it’s a monster, that’s enough. I do what I please."
With infinite bullets, why worry?
Following the signposts, Ye Chuan finally arrived at the gymnasium. A quick glance at the building’s exterior revealed nothing out of the ordinary—just a plain, unremarkable gym. If not for that deflated bald head earlier, he wouldn’t have sensed anything amiss.
His spiritual senses were currently unusable, so he had no idea what lurked inside.
No matter.
With a faint smirk, Ye Chuan pulled a pair of glasses from his backpack.
Magic Glasses.
Ah, time for some detective work.
Once he put them on, the gymnasium appeared bathed in a faint red glow, filled with countless indistinct red silhouettes—faceless, shadowy figures.
"Enemies?"
"Might as well go in. If I can farm some soul essence for Lilith, even better."
Ye Chuan removed the glasses and stepped inside.
The moment he crossed the threshold, an icy chill seeped into his bones from all directions. The gym was packed with people—or rather, humanoid creatures?
Their heads turned in unison, eyes locking onto him with an unnerving intensity.
Pale as paper, their faces devoid of expression, they looked like lifeless mannequins—ghostly students radiating an indescribable eeriness.
So these were the red figures he’d seen through the Magic Glasses.
"What class are you in? Return to your line immediately," a woman dressed as a teacher approached, her voice stern. "The opening ceremony is about to begin."
"Right, on my way." Ye Chuan responded casually, scanning the rows of students before slipping into a line with fewer people.
As soon as he joined, the students who had been staring at him mechanically turned away, as if reset by some unseen command.
The gymnasium was dead silent. Ye Chuan tapped the shoulder of the girl in front of him. "Hey, beauty, got a question for you."
The girl didn’t react—frozen like a puppet.
His voice, however, drew the attention of the surrounding students again. Their hollow gazes bore into him, sending an unsettling shiver down the spine.
Ye Chuan merely raised an eyebrow. "Never seen a handsome guy before?"
After a tense pause, the students stiffened before slowly turning their heads away.
"This place just keeps getting creepier," Ye Chuan mused. But since he was here for the ceremony, he decided to stay quiet for now.
The gym remained unnervingly still, the students standing motionless like rows of terracotta statues under the dim, flickering lights.
Time dragged on, and just as Ye Chuan was starting to feel bored, the gym doors creaked open again. A group of about a dozen students filed in.
What surprised him was that these newcomers carried an unmistakable aura of life.
Unlike the puppet-like students inside, these arrivals seemed entirely human—expressions shifting as they nervously surveyed the surroundings.
"Is this the gym?"
"Why does it feel so haunted? Damn… they’re all staring at us!"
"If you want to survive, don’t make any sudden moves."
Their hushed whispers barely escaped their lips before, just like when Ye Chuan had entered, every student in the gym snapped their heads toward them, their dead-eyed stares freezing the newcomers in place.
"What class are you in? Return to your lines!" The same scene repeated—the teacher stepped forward, her face blank as she interrogated them.
The leader of the group swallowed hard before stammering, "Teacher… which class are we in?"
"You don’t even know your own class? Didn’t the admission notice tell you?" The teacher’s lips curled into a grotesque grin. "Seems you’re not one of our students."
In the next second, her face split open like shattered porcelain, rows of jagged teeth writhing beneath the skin. Before the man could scream, she snapped his neck with a single bite.
Crunch—crunch—
The sound of bones being chewed echoed through the silence. Moments later, the teacher’s face seamlessly stitched itself back together, her expression calm as she turned to the next person.
"And you? What’s your class?"
The second man was pale as a ghost, forcing himself to stay composed. "T-teacher, I’m from Class 2."
"I’m the homeroom teacher for Class 2. I’ve never seen you before." Her voice turned icy, cracks spiderwebbing across her cheeks again.
"I… I just enrolled. It’s normal you wouldn’t recognize me." His voice trembled, but he held firm. Miraculously, the cracks on her face began to close. She gave a stiff nod, signaling him to join the line.
Just as the man exhaled in relief and took a step forward, the teacher suddenly demanded, "What’s your student ID number?"
His pupils shrank in terror, body locking up. "Uh… 56?"
"Our class doesn’t even have fifty students!" Her shriek was razor-sharp, her face exploding into fractures once more.
A bloodcurdling scream—cut short—as the second man was devoured.
The remaining newcomers were drenched in cold sweat, their legs threatening to give out. A few couldn’t take it anymore, bolting for the exit in panic.
But the moment they turned, icy voices hissed from behind:
"The opening ceremony is underway. Where do you think you’re going?"
"AHHH—!!!"
Their screams were abruptly silenced, replaced by the sickening sound of flesh tearing and bones snapping in the hallway.
Soon, only about ten people remained. Unlike the others, these survivors stayed composed, their expressions calculating—as if searching for a way to answer correctly.
Among them, a girl with a fuller figure scanned the crowd of students—until her eyes landed on a familiar figure.
Her lips parted in surprise.
"Big bro…?"
【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.)
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
