"The basement is near the locker room. Ah, but here's the problem again."
Where exactly is the locker room?
Ye Chuan glanced up and noticed the monsters were closing in once more. Clearly, wandering around during class hours meant being relentlessly hunted.
A near-certain death trap?
With a revolver useless against crowds and only two shots left in the air cannon, how could he possibly escape?
"Ah, time for some Ke Xue logic." Ye Chuan pulled a door out of his backpack and slapped it onto the wall.
A miraculous little gadget—the Anywhere Door.
Click. Ye Chuan opened the door and stepped through.
Just seconds later, the monsters surged forward in a frenzied scramble, only to find Ye Chuan gone—and the door vanished too. Their claws and tentacles scraped futilely against the bare wall.
"Where'd he go?"
……
Back in the classroom, Ye Chuan stashed the Anywhere Door away and noticed the teacher wasn’t at the podium.
A glance at the schedule on the blackboard confirmed it was study hall.
He casually pulled out a chair and sat down, acting completely at ease.
The other students barely reacted to his sudden reappearance, giving him only blank stares before returning to their books.
Ye Chuan glanced sideways and saw the hallway outside lined with figures—teachers standing at the windows, their pale eyes fixed unblinkingly on him.
"……" Even faced with such an eerie sight, Ye Chuan ignored them.
If breaks were only ten minutes long, how could he possibly reach the basement?
Lunch break.
The idea surfaced in his mind—lunch break would be the most feasible window.
For the rest of the period, Ye Chuan stayed put, waiting until the lunch bell finally rang.
As the teachers prepared to leave, the students—previously motionless like puppets—finally stirred, rising one by one and filing out of the classroom.
Looks like they were heading to the cafeteria.
"All new students must go to the cafeteria to get their meal cards."
"Repeat: All new students must go to the cafeteria to get their meal cards."
Right, cafeteria it is.
Ye Chuan stood and followed the crowd. Players from neighboring classes began trickling out, and after some cautious deliberation, most reluctantly joined the procession, not daring to skip the meal card process.
A couple, however, decided skipping one meal wouldn’t hurt and chose to stay behind in the perceived safety of the classroom.
"Hmm?" In the crowd, Ye Chuan spotted a vaguely familiar face—Tian Xiaotian and her companion. The moment their eyes met, the other girl quickly looked away.
Must be mistaken.
Ye Chuan remembered Tian Xiaotian, but she hadn’t looked this mature back then.
She was supposed to be a tiny little loli.
Seeing her turn away, Ye Chuan didn’t press further.
The cafeteria was a small building separate from the main school. Inside, the air was thick with a foul stench—nothing resembling a place to eat.
"Xiaotian, I’ve got a bad feeling about this," Zhang Ya muttered. As Tian Xiaotian’s partner, she’d cleared multiple dungeons and could sense danger.
"Leaving now would be worse," Tian Xiaotian replied, scanning the room. The teachers were watching them intently—any suspicious move would likely trigger an attack.
"Completely clueless," Zhang Ya sighed. "And our items are locked. Are we just stuck being passive?"
"I’ve scoped it out. If we want to gather items, lunch break is our only window—and we’d have to avoid the lab and basement," Tian Xiaotian said.
The item lock hit her hardest. With years of saved-up points and gear, she usually had an arsenal at her disposal. But now, stripped of her advantages, she could only take things one step at a time.
"When does this nightmare end? Only in death?" Zhang Ya’s voice was heavy with exhaustion.
Tian Xiaotian wanted to comfort her but couldn’t find the words.
"We’ll make it out alive… Once we’re back in the safe zone, drinks on me?"
"Deal." Zhang Ya forced a weak smile.
"You’re paying."
As they talked, the rest of the new students trickled in.
A gaunt man stepped forward, eyeing the group before announcing, "I’m the cafeteria manager. Every one of you needs a meal card to eat here."
"And you’ll need to top it up!"
A simple statement, but the players tensed. The word "top-up" set off alarm bells—none of them had money in this world.
No money meant no way to charge the card.
But none were foolish enough to bolt. The fate of those who’d fled during the opening ceremony—slaughtered on the spot—was still fresh in their minds.
The manager approached the first player. "Do you have a meal card?"
"No," the player answered, feigning calm. "I’ll get one."
"Good." The manager slapped a red card on the table. "How much are you topping up?"
"Uh… how does that work?"
"A hundred bucks per meal!" The manager grinned darkly. "No cash? One finger per meal!"
"So, how much?"
One… finger?
The player hesitated, then gritted his teeth. "O-one finger."
"Great!" The manager’s hand morphed into a scythe, slicing off all five fingers in one swing.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"
"Minimum five! Go eat!" Ignoring the screams, the manager moved to the next person.
Unsurprisingly, the second player lost fingers too.
Better maimed than dead—and injuries could be healed with items after clearing the dungeon.
Some tried other answers, like refusing to charge the card.
"Did you waste your family’s money? Teacher, take this one for disciplinary action!" The player was dragged away, never to return.
One by one, the manager reached Ye Chuan.
"Do you have a meal card?"
"Nope."
"Then get one! How much?" The manager’s grin widened.
"Minimum five, so five it is." Ye Chuan smiled back.
"Done!" The scythe swung down—only for the manager to freeze. Ye Chuan had grabbed a random student’s hand instead.
The blade came down, but the fingers that fell weren’t his.
"What the—?!"
"Problem? My buddy here’s treating me." Ye Chuan patted the student’s shoulder. "Right, pal?"
The student whose fingers had been severed remained expressionless, not even flinching.
"See? He’s admitting it by default," Ye Chuan said.
"Why don’t you chop off his legs too? He promised to treat me to a feast in the cafeteria."
As he spoke, Ye Chuan grabbed the back of the student’s head and forcibly nodded it for him.
Person in charge: ?

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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."

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.