Isn't this just the usual trope of eerie teachers and eerie students? There was once a horror dungeon called "Haunted Schoolhouse," which she nearly cleared flawlessly. Still, she didn’t underestimate Fang Zhiyi, especially after hearing from the system about his notorious reputation.
Entering the classroom, Mei Lin glanced at the sparse gathering of eerie classmates. She found a seat, crossed her arms, and assumed an air of unrivaled confidence while silently calculating Fang Zhiyi’s intentions.
But strangely, no students came to pick a fight. There were no dripping blood or severed heads popping out of desks.
The surroundings were eerily peaceful—so peaceful it felt like a normal school, just a bit run-down.
With the plot refusing to kick off, Mei Lin grew inexplicably restless. She revisited Fang Zhiyi’s profile, deducing from the traces he left behind that this man’s mind was anything but simple...
Finally, as an eerie old man walked in, her spirits lifted. Was it starting now? She could hardly wait.
But what followed defied all her expectations.
The eerie teacher picked up a piece of chalk and began writing on the blackboard:
"Let the function I(X) be defined by the following limit:
I(X) = limn→∞∑k=1n (n + k)e^(−X⋅n/k)
Please solve the following problems:
1. Express I(X) in terms of a definite integral.
2. Prove that I(X) has a unique minimum point X0 on (0, +∞).
3. Show that the minimum point X0 satisfies the equation ∫₀¹ (1 + t)e^(−X0t) dt = 0, and determine whether X0 > 1."
Mei Lin froze.
So did the live-stream audience.
"Wait, where the hell am I?"
"I graduated! I swear I graduated!"
"Is this a dungeon?"
"I never, in a million years, expected something this abstract."
"I was so tense, but then I remembered I’m not the one trapped here. Life is beautiful."
The eerie live chat flooded with question marks.
Suddenly, one eerie viewer spoke up: "I know that old man! Isn’t he that cranky professor from Ghost University?"
"Oh! You’re right—the one who lectures to empty air all the time."
"No idea what he’s writing, but it looks impressive."
The eerie crowd buzzed with chatter.
The analysts from Dragon Country all turned to Fang Zhiyi with strange looks. He shrugged. "What can I say? Limited points to spend. Had to make do."
Was this really a "make-do" situation?
Someone actually tried solving the problem but soon gave up: "Sorry, I’m useless."
Beads of sweat formed on Mei Lin’s forehead as she watched her eerie classmates scribble away diligently. Her brain short-circuited. What kind of lunatic designs a dungeon like this?
The eerie teacher calmly announced, "This is one of the graduation exam questions. Raise your hand if you’ve finished."
To Mei Lin, the problem might as well have been hieroglyphics. After what felt like an eternity, she suddenly understood Fang Zhiyi—now, she wanted to be Fang Zhiyi.
"System! Enhance me!" She decided to brute-force her way through this dungeon.
The drowsy live-stream audience jolted awake as Mei Lin suddenly stood up.
She leaped into the air and threw a punch at the eerie teacher.
"Damn, she’s trying to copy Fang’s style?"
"Looks pretty fierce."
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The old man merely waved his hand, and Mei Lin was slammed into the ground by an invisible force. The impact knocked the wind out of her, blood trickling from her lips.
"No way!" She struggled to her feet, panic flashing in her eyes. But then she noticed something worse—her system was trapped in a swirling current of energy. Before she could react, a bolt of blue lightning shot through the window and exploded nearby.
"Holy crap! The contestant from Nono Country just got struck by lightning!"
"Not quite—it hit next to her. More like a warning."
"Since when can eerie beings summon lightning?"
"Terrifying."
"I think the real horror is her having to solve that problem."
"Wait, no time limit? So she’s stuck here forever?"
"Life sentence."
"Even if the analysts crack it, they probably can’t relay the answer in the limited communication window."
That remark reminded everyone—there were analysts, after all.
Mei Lin’s fear spiked. For a split second, she sensed the gaze of something colossal, a presence so overwhelming her heart nearly stopped. Then... her system shattered.
Was this world’s heavenly law that terrifying? She stared at the eerie teacher, who remained utterly unperturbed. He even turned back to the board and wrote another problem: "For students who disrupt class, an extra question."
Her hands trembled uncontrollably as regret washed over her. She never should’ve chased that fugitive here. Now what? Her eyes locked onto the new problem on the board, brimming with dread.
The analysts from Nono Country were dumbfounded. Another question? Game over.
Fang Zhiyi lost interest. He hadn’t expected his opponent to fall into the trap so quickly. He barely needed Xiao Hei’s power, so there was no backlash from the heavenly law (though, admittedly, Xiao Hei was mostly useless). The few times lightning struck him were due to his own flamboyance. But this woman? She was practically begging for death. And he’d even spent points on insurance.
"Why didn’t this happen in Fang Zhiyi’s run?" an analyst muttered in confusion.
Fang Zhiyi knew what they were thinking—his actions had been far worse, yet the rules never intervened. But he didn’t answer. He simply stood and walked out.
No one stopped him. Only the minister followed.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him. "I spent all 100 points from the last dungeon reinforcing the rules."
The minister was stunned—first, because he hadn’t known that was an option, and second, because that wasn’t even the question he’d wanted to ask. He could guess Fang Zhiyi’s concern: leaking his methods.
But seeing Fang Zhiyi’s nonchalance, he asked anyway, "Dungeons must have an escape route. Yours..."
"Did she die or not?" Fang Zhiyi retorted, almost playfully.
The minister gaped, speechless.
"Honestly, clearing it was simple. She just didn’t read the instructions," Fang Zhiyi sighed.
"Huh?" The minister’s curiosity piqued, but after a pause, he shook his head. "Never mind. As long as you’re confident, no need to explain."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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?"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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!
