"Brother, I'll head back first. Let's go home together after school."
"Sure." Ye Chuan responded, watching his so-called "cheap little sister" head downstairs to her own classroom.
In a daze, he thought he caught a glimpse of something blood-red, but it vanished in an instant.
"..." Ye Chuan rubbed his eyes, keeping his expression neutral.
When he turned around, however, he noticed fearful gazes peeking through the classroom windows—something he hadn’t expected.
What’s the meaning of this?
The other players looked at Ye Chuan as if he were a monster—now they finally understood why he could confront the principal without consequences.
He was a monster! One of their kind!
Otherwise, how could he calmly embrace that writhing mass of red flesh and tentacles?
Most couldn’t even get close, let alone reach out and hug it.
In their eyes, Ye Chuan had already been categorized as one of the grotesque creatures—an enemy, not a fellow player.
"Good thing I didn’t go say hello," Tian Xiaotian thought from a distance. That wasn’t the expert she remembered—or maybe it wasn’t even him anymore.
The Ye Chuan she knew could make monsters explode with a single glance. There was no way he’d hug one.
Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
She had considered calling out their secret code to confirm his identity, but now she abandoned the idea entirely.
Ye Chuan ignored the other players. His goal was to find the basement or the lab, but since he didn’t know the way, he started wandering aimlessly.
The school wasn’t small, but since he was looking for a basement, he naturally headed to the first floor.
After circling the hallway, though, he found no stairs or elevators leading downward.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, with no one in sight.
A casual glance into the first-floor classrooms revealed rows of students sitting motionless, their faces blank like lifeless dolls.
As Ye Chuan wandered, the live comments from unseen observers exploded—
[Was that red thing just now a monster? Never seen it in this dungeon before.]
[Probably a variant. Gotta respect this guy for keeping his cool and hugging it, though.]
[The spawn points have rules—you’ve gotta play your role in the "family," or you’re dead.]
[I’ll give him credit. Hope he lasts a little longer.]
[No chance. If you’re not back in class within a minute of the bell, it’s a guaranteed death flag.]
[How many bullets does that revolver even have? Most monsters don’t care about bullets.]
...
Ye Chuan couldn’t see the barrage of comments from the "adventure world" outside, nor did he know about the existence of these observers. Even if he had, he wouldn’t have cared much.
Just don’t peek when I’m showering.
As he continued his search for the lab, a teacher passed by—a heavyset man with square-framed glasses, moving sluggishly.
"Student, class is about to start. Why aren’t you in your room?" he asked casually as they crossed paths.
"Yeah." Ye Chuan didn’t answer, simply walking ahead.
But after a few steps, he glanced back and noticed the teacher following at a fixed distance, eyes locked onto him.
Almost like he was waiting for something.
Ye Chuan mentally reviewed his actions. Had he triggered some rule?
Didn’t seem like it. If not, then the teacher was probably hoping he’d break one.
Ding-dong, ding-ding, ding-dong-ding~
The school bell blared through the hallway speakers.
The sharp chime shattered the silence, followed immediately by the sound of fabric tearing. Ye Chuan turned to see the teacher transforming into a monster.
His body swelled to twice its size, muscles writhing beneath his skin like living creatures. His pace quickened, teeth sharpening into fangs!
"Student, it’s time for class~" The monster’s voice trembled with barely contained glee. "Latecomers face punishment!"
As the creature closed in, Ye Chuan also sensed countless hidden eyes watching him—the feeling growing stronger by the second.
Whispers seemed to coil around his ears.
Expressionless, Ye Chuan raised his revolver and fired.
The gunshot echoed sharply through the hall, the bullet punching a bloody hole in the monster-teacher’s skull. Yet it kept coming, even flicking out a grotesquely long tongue that lashed through the air!
"STUDEEEEEEEEENT!!!!!!!!"
It lunged, but Ye Chuan sidestepped smoothly. The monster crashed into the wall with a metallic clang.
"Student, where are you going?"
"Student?"
At the same time, Ye Chuan realized the hallway was now packed with a dozen more teacher-monsters—each more horrifying than the last. One had a neck stretching meters long; another dragged itself forward on writhing tentacles where its legs should’ve been.
They closed in, tightening the space around him.
"Guess you can’t roam during class hours," Ye Chuan muttered, retreating swiftly.
Bang!
Bang! Bang!
Without hesitation, he emptied the revolver.
Bullets flew, but only one monster collapsed.
CRASH!
A classroom window shattered beside him, and a black tentacle shot out like lightning, smacking the revolver from his grip.
The gun skidded across the floor, landing far out of reach.
"Oops. I’m unarmed now."
"HE’S UNARMED!" The monsters surged forward in a frenzy.
But the moment they neared, Ye Chuan smirked—and pulled out a pitch-black bazooka.
"Psych. Never run out of weapons."
The air cannon charged, and in an instant, an invisible shockwave erupted, pulverizing the horde of monsters ahead.
Watching their remains melt into sludge, Ye Chuan strolled over to his revolver and picked it up.
The hallway fell silent again.
Kneeling, he rifled through the leftover monster skins for useful items.
"Huh?"
Finally, from one of the husks, he retrieved a small booklet.
[Rules for Teachers of the Silent Academy—]
1. Teachers must correct misbehaving students—by any means necessary.
2. The principal’s word is absolute.
3. The basement entrance is in the first-floor locker room. No students allowed.
4. We are all striving for long...
The rest of the text was torn away.
"At least there’s a useful clue." Ye Chuan pocketed the booklet—then froze.
The far end of the hallway was now packed with figures.
Dozens of teachers stood there, faces ghostly pale, lips curled into unnatural smiles.
Ye Chuan said nothing.
He raised a middle finger.
F you.
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?"
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?!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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!
