"I feel like that legendary glowing red-tier item is right before my eyes."
Returning from the laboratory, Ye Chuan slipped back into the classroom during lunch break. Plopping into his seat, he began piecing together the clues he'd gathered.
The academy was conducting some kind of immortality experiment—and it had succeeded.
[Growth]
[Eternal Life]
Immortality!
That stone plaque at the school gate had been hinting at it all along. When Ye Chuan first saw it, he'd assumed "Growth" simply represented the academy nurturing students.
Turns out you had to read it backward.
"So the remaining mysteries are why the immortality experiment makes people increasingly... strange, and what exactly the test subject is, right?"
"Hmm..." Ye Chuan tilted his head, staring fixedly at the teacher lecturing at the podium.
The teacher grew visibly unsettled under his gaze, clearly unnerved yet clueless about why Ye Chuan was watching him so intently.
Why would immortality make people strange?
Ye Chuan couldn't figure it out, but one thing was obvious—the teacher had already turned into a monster. Was "strangeness" the price of immortality? Becoming a freakish abomination?
Was that it?
Something still felt off, though the answer seemed tantalizingly close.
As for the test subject...
"Could the test subject mentioned in the logs actually be my sister?" The possibility crossed Ye Chuan's mind, though he couldn't be sure—the subject could be any of those monsters.
Wait. If there was one thing that made his sister unique...
His gaze drifted to the eerily expressionless, doll-like students before snapping back into focus.
"Right. If these are what students of the Silent Ones Academy are supposed to look like, then my sister standing out like a normal person is suspicious. And even though she's not a teacher, she's still a monster."
His sister was special.
She seemed to know far too much, and even the headmaster left her alone.
"If that's the case, she's my only lead this afternoon." Having a clear objective steadied him—no more fumbling in the dark.
No need to rush now.
A target was good.
As Ye Chuan calmly waited for school to end so he could confront his sister, the barrage of floating comments grew increasingly frenzied, their numbers swelling—
[Wait, he found logs in the lab? Wasn’t it supposed to be the headmaster’s key?]
[This route’s diverging. Is he actually gonna clear this with high marks?]
[Yo, anyone else wondering where he got that weapon? Banned items! Since when are missiles allowed?!]
[Maybe a rare innate trait for carrying gear? Unlikely, but possible.]
[No shot at high marks. Not with [that thing] in the basement—impossible to clear.]
[True. [Silent Ones Academy] is a special case. Surviving seven days is the only way.]
......
Afternoon classes ended.
Ye Chuan packed up leisurely, lingering at his desk until a voice called from the doorway: "Brother~"
He turned to see his white-haired sister standing there.
Relief washed over her doll-like face when she noticed Ye Chuan still in the classroom. She patted her modest chest. "You didn’t break your promise, Brother~"
"Yeah." Ye Chuan walked over and ruffled her hair.
Soft, yet unnervingly slick with mucus.
He ignored the odd texture, smiling at her adorable demeanor. "Let’s go home."
"Okay!" She immediately clung to his arm.
The sensation gave him pause.
...Are those Lai Lai real? Or just clusters of eyeball-studded flesh?
"Brother?" She blinked at his hesitation.
"Never mind."
At the school gate, Ye Chuan glanced once more at the crimson-inscribed stone plaque. The characters for [Growth] now felt bitterly ironic—this was supposed to be a place of nurturing.
The streets were deserted except for a lone bus parked at the stop, as if waiting for him to board before springing to life.
"Can we skip the bus today?" The question caught his sister off guard.
"Brother?"
"It’s not far. Let’s walk?" He kept his tone light.
"Walk...?" Her hesitation was palpable.
"Just this once?"
"...Fine. But no detours!"
"Deal."
Her smile returned, radiant. "Then let’s go."
Evening sunlight draped over them as they walked, warm yet eerie in the lifeless streets.
His sister nuzzled against his arm like any affectionate girl, but her grip felt desperate—clinging to borrowed warmth.
"Hey."
"Hmm?"
"You’re a monster, aren’t you?"
Her entire body stiffened. The look she gave him was almost grotesque before she forced a laugh. "Brother, what nonsense is this?"
"Brother~ Is this a joke?"
Ye Chuan pressed on. "You’ve noticed, right? My awareness is... different. That’s why—"
"Stop!" She clutched her chest, voice breaking. "Don’t say it! I’m not a monster!"
"Brother... Let’s just go home. Please? I’m your sister."
"What’s my name?" Ye Chuan asked.
"You’re Brother."
"I don’t know yours either." His voice stayed calm. "We’re both playing roles here. I’m just acting as your brother."
Her face froze. In Ye Chuan’s eyes, she remained unchanged—but to an outsider, she’d have morphed into a five-meter-tall monstrosity of pulsating flesh, countless eyes quivering, tentacles writhing violently.
The surroundings darkened, bathed in blood-red haze.
"Brother..."
"But this doesn’t feel bad." His quiet admission halted her transformation.
"Brother?" Confusion laced her voice.
"Let me explain." He rubbed his temples, as if wrestling with memories.
"I... had a family once. Parents, a sister. They died in an accident."
"Having a cute sister like you now... it’s nice."
A pause.
"My point is—"
"Even if you’re a monster, it’s fine."
"Real or fake, you’re my adorable sister. That’s enough, isn’t it?"
He extended his hand, smiling.
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!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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?!
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?"
