"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.
【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!"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
th】 【No prior gaming knowledge required】【The First Cultivation + Game Design Novel on the Platform】 In a world where the righteous path dominates and crushes the demonic sects, Lu Ze unlocks the "Son of the Demon Path" system. Killing righteous cultivators now grants him power-ups. Wait—deaths in illusions count too? As a former game designer, Lu Ze decides to give the cultivators of this world a little—no, a massive—shock... Sect Elders: "What is this 'Escape from the Demon Sect' game? Why have all our disciples abandoned cultivation to play it??" Elite Disciples: "You're saying... mastering 'Demon Slayer' can help us counter demonic schemes?" Reclusive Masters: "Why did I leave seclusion? Ask that backstabbing rat who ambushed me in 'Eternal Strife' yesterday!" Rogue Cultivators & Civilians: "'Immortal Abyss Action' is addictive! You can even earn spirit stones by loot-running..." Sect Prodigy: "My Dao heart is unshakable... except for that cursed black hammer." Royal Scions: "Can skins have stat boosts? I’ll pay 10,000 spirit stones for one!!" Sect Leader: "WHO IS CORRUPTING MY DISCIPLES?!!!"
