Reasonable, right

After seeing that boy imitate Ye Chuan by raising an objection only to be devoured by the monstrous teacher, the remaining students all tensed up, not even daring to breathe too loudly.

The air was dead silent.

The principal revealed an eerie smile before slowly stepping down from the stage.

"......" Tian Xiaotian was no exception. Witnessing the scene before her, her mind quickly analyzed the possibilities—it seemed that as long as she acted according to her identity as a 【student】, followed the rules, and avoided provoking them, she could ensure her own safety.

Tian Xiaotian was, after all, a seasoned veteran of the supernatural world with ten years of experience. Though she had started off weak, after countless life-and-death situations, her on-the-spot judgment and behavior were far from that of a rookie.

While she was curious whether Ye Chuan was the legendary expert she knew, given the nature of this eerie world, Tian Xiaotian even suspected this might be an illusion conjured by the monsters.

If it were the expert she remembered, he would have already drawn his sword and slaughtered every monster in the room.

Back then, Ye Chuan had single-handedly carved his way through the entire Ghost Valley with just a sword, leaving an indelible mark in Tian Xiaotian’s memory.

"Xiaotian." A teammate beside her shot her a glance, and Tian Xiaotian gave a subtle nod in response.

With insufficient intel, their top priority was ensuring their own survival. Only by staying alive could they uncover the clues to clear this dungeon world.

Moreover, this dungeon seemed unusual—none of their usual items could be used. Tian Xiaotian and her team didn’t even have weapons.

It appeared they had to gather equipment here first.

......

Meanwhile, the scene in the gymnasium was being live-streamed to another world’s audience—

Comments flooded the screen...

【Is that player an idiot? First day in and already challenging the principal—never seen that before.】

【Just watch, he won’t last long. The Silent Academy isn’t a dungeon you can brute-force your way through.】

【A dozen or so low-level players wiped out already? Guess it’s still too hard, lol.】

【The highest clear rating for this dungeon is only C-rank, right? Is an S-rank evaluation even possible here?】

【It is, but no one knows how to trigger it.】

【The first day has the highest death rate—total party kills are normal.】

【This is just the beginning.】

......

"Dismissed! All homeroom teachers, lead your students back to class!" someone shouted, and soon, the teachers began guiding their expressionless students toward the classrooms.

The students moved like carbon copies of one another, their walking postures eerily identical.

The remaining players didn’t dare stray from their groups, obediently following their assigned classes.

Ye Chuan went along too, though he planned to check out the laboratory later.

But he was worried about missing out on rewards, so he figured he’d sneak a peek—just to see what was going on.

If no one noticed, it shouldn’t count as breaking the rules, right?

He wouldn’t even go inside—just observe.

With his magic glasses, of course.

Ye Chuan was assigned to Class 2. His group wasn’t just him—there were two other male players. After the earlier incident, the two kept glancing his way.

Ye Chuan paid them no mind, instead surveying the surroundings.

Finally, they reached the classroom. As everyone filed in and took their seats, Ye Chuan suddenly noticed something—his brow quirking slightly.

The seats… didn’t seem to be enough?

The moment the students sat down, they all turned their hollow gazes toward the remaining players. The classroom was nearly full—only one seat left.

Just one.

The synchronized, ghostly stares sent chills down their spines, amplified by the dim, grayish lighting.

The two players beside Ye Chuan realized there was only one seat left and immediately lunged for it, wrestling briefly before the stronger man claimed victory.

"Mine!"

"Piss off!"

The skinnier man took a solid punch to the gut, doubling over in pain. He staggered to his feet, took a couple of steps, then froze—as if sensing something.

When he turned around, the teacher’s eyes were locked onto him.

Her face twisted into a shriveled grin, her voice grating like an old woman’s. "Student, why aren’t you sitting in your seat?"

"I—I couldn’t find mine, teacher."

"Keh keh keh… Then you won’t need one."

The teacher’s mouth split open, stretching all the way to her ears, revealing rows of jagged teeth that clamped down on the skinny man’s head, crushing it instantly.

The sickening sound of chewing filled the air. The burly man who had secured the seat smirked smugly before shifting his gaze to Ye Chuan.

"Teacher, that guy doesn’t have a seat either."

The monstrous teacher slowly turned toward Ye Chuan, her voice hoarse with barely contained excitement. "Student… where is your seat?"

As if she couldn’t wait to devour him next.

Watching the creature approach, Ye Chuan simply replied, "My seat?"

"Yes… your seat…"

"You’re asking me?" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow. "You’re the teacher—shouldn’t you be providing seats? Got the nerve to ask me? Go find me one!"

"Who brings their own desk to school?"

The teacher hesitated. "I—"

"You what? Where’s your professionalism?" Ye Chuan flicked his hair dismissively. "Go on, fetch me a desk. And while you’re at it, bring me some water and snacks."

"......"

The teacher’s monstrous form gradually reverted to her human appearance. She glared at Ye Chuan but ultimately turned and left the classroom.

A short while later, she actually returned with a desk and chair.

No water, though. She insisted, "Teachers don’t serve drinks."

"Fine." Ye Chuan sat down casually. "Start the class already. Wasting my time."

"......" The teacher seemed to suppress her rage before heading to the podium.

The burly man nearby was dumbfounded. "Wait, you can just do that?"

"Teacher, this isn’t right," he spoke up, realizing Ye Chuan might be a major problem.

The teacher frowned. "What’s not right?"

"It’s just not." Before he could finish, a crisp bang echoed—a bullet hole appeared in his forehead, and he collapsed onto the desk, motionless.

Dead.

"Annoying. Disrupting my class." Ye Chuan twirled the revolver in his hand.

"Student, this isn’t right, is it?" The teacher on the podium finally spoke up.

Where did you get that weapon?

"Why do you have a weapon? And you attacked a classmate!" Her face began cracking again, her form twisting monstrously.

"I’m a transfer student from the U.S. Is carrying a weapon unreasonable?" Ye Chuan countered.

"......"

"...Reasonable." The teacher deflated like a punctured balloon and turned away, ignoring him.