"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.
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
