"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…?"
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?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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!"
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?!
