At the same time, a strange noise came from the last stall in the restroom.
The small-time streamer was startled, then realized it was probably another companion hiding there as well.
"Stop pushing me!"
"I was here first!"
"Get lost! Tell me, why is it that in all those ghost stories, there's always a ghost hanging out in the toilet?"
Several ghosts of various appearances were crammed into the tiny stall.
"This is absolute crap, he's actually saying there's a ghost hiding in the latrine pit!" one ghost shouted. "I quit! Whoever wants this job can have it!"
"Ahem, I'm old. I'll leave this opportunity to you young ghosts," an ancient-costumed ghost coughed twice.
Finally, only one ghost with a sickly greenish complexion remained in the stall. It stared at the latrine pit for a long time, utterly lacking the courage to crawl in. Just then, the stall door was pushed open, and the small-time streamer from earlier stood at the entrance.
"I'll join you... it's a bit scary being alone..." the streamer said, his words trailing off as his hand froze mid-air, his eyes widening with infinite terror.
Chen Dong walked in, still interacting with his live stream audience. "See how brave I am? You say 'toilet,' I dare to come to the toilet."
He pushed open each stall door one by one but found no one. When he reached the last stall, he deliberately teased his audience with suspense before finally flinging it open—it was empty.
Chen Dong felt a bit annoyed. "Looks like they're hiding pretty well. No one in the restroom after all."
He turned his attention back to interacting with the live chat.
"Where to next? The teachers' office, of course. Speaking of the office, let me tell you another story. Once, there was a security guard..."
There was someone hiding in the office too. A girl hugged her knees under a dusty desk, nervously looking up from time to time to check her surroundings. She wondered how much money she'd get for participating tonight—just enough for rent would be good.
As the girl was thinking this, she noticed something flicker past the top of her vision. Startled, she slowly looked up.
The "person" rotating with the ceiling fan had just stopped and looked down, meeting her gaze.
The girl's face instantly turned deathly pale. Just as she was about to scream, she felt a hand clamp over her mouth.
Chen Dong didn't find anyone in the office either, but he wasn't worried. Watching the active viewers and the constant stream of gifts, he mentally calculated today's earnings.
"Alright, next up, a story about the lecture hall..."
Every time he told a story, some unlucky person would encounter a ghost.
Chen Dong kept talking until his mouth was dry and his throat parched. He couldn't help but feel puzzled—where had all these people hidden? He regretted leaving his assistant outside to watch the car. Having someone to hand him water would have been nice, wouldn't it?
Muttering to himself, he gradually walked out onto the sports field.
A cold wind blew, making Chen Dong shiver and clearing his head a little. No, he needed to find his assistant. But soon, something strange happened. He walked towards the school gate, which seemed not far away, yet no matter how long he walked, he couldn't reach it.
"Strange... You guys say walk back? Pfft, you think I'm scared?" Chen Dong looked back. "This little place? I've got it under control."
"Hey, do you think the streamer actually ran into something supernatural?" someone in the live stream commented.
"Right? He's been talking to the camera by himself from the start, saying all these weird things. It's creepy."
"I've been spamming the chat for ages, and he hasn't acknowledged me once."
"And that person in the restroom—he clearly saw them but said no one was there?"
"The streamer is obviously faking it."
"That girl in the office was standing right on the desk, and he insisted he didn't see her."
"What if he really is haunted?"
"No way."
"Probably desperate for money. Didn't you hear him thanking that 'big brother' for the rocket gift earlier? What 'big brother' would send such an expensive gift?"
"Whoa, he's been walking for a long time, right? Why does he still seem to be in the same spot?"
Finally, everyone noticed something was wrong.
Chen Dong was also getting confused. He picked up his phone, looking around. "Brothers, I think... I might be lost?"
"Someone's there!" a sharp-eyed viewer spotted it.
A slender figure walked in from the school gate. As she got closer, the audience could see it was a beautiful woman, dressed smartly with a high ponytail and a serious expression.
But Chen Dong acted as if he didn't see her. "Brothers, I've decided to rest for a bit before moving on."
Next, all the viewers watched as the girl brought her hands together, fingers pointing upwards, then tapped towards Chen Dong's face.
A sharp cry of pain made every viewer's heart clench.
Then came Chen Dong's startled voice. "Who the hell are you? Where did you come from?!"
The girl frowned. "As I thought, someone came looking for trouble. You've been 'ghost-blinded.' If I hadn't come, you would have walked yourself to death here today."
Chen Dong looked at her suspiciously, up and down. The girl reached out and snatched his phone, turning the camera to show him his own eyes.
Chen Dong saw it—two pitch-black handprints over his eyes.
But that didn't scare him; what scared him was his own live stream.
The stream currently had only a little over nine hundred people online, not the hundred thousand he thought! There were no endlessly pouring gifts either. Even the chat was full of questions and exclamations!
"This... this..." he stammered, pointing at the phone.
The girl frowned. "You must have done something disrespectful to the deceased."
Without waiting for Chen Dong's reply, she turned to look at the building behind him. "There are more people here?"
Chen Dong was already somewhat stunned and answered reflexively, "No one, I just searched..." He suddenly gasped. Could it be that he...?
The girl took a few steps, then looked back at him.
At that moment, Fang Zhiyi was leaning on the third-floor railing, watching the scene below. Seeing Chen Dong hesitate for a moment before following the girl, Fang Zhiyi almost laughed out loud.
"See? I told you shamelessness leads to great things! This Chen Dong is quick-witted, but also utterly money-grubbing. Hahaha. Hey, you, go notify all units to get ready. The main character is about to make an entrance."
"Okay," came a muffled reply, as a dark figure gradually faded away.
Starting from the first floor, the girl accurately found the person unconscious in the storage room, while also letting all the live stream viewers see the ghost's true form!
"Heaven and Earth, boundless; Universe, lend me your power!" the girl chanted.
The ghost let out a wretched scream and retreated, crashing through a small window and disappearing.
With a call, the unconscious streamer woke up.
"What happened...?" he asked groggily, then suddenly remembered and looked terrified. "A... a ghost!"
Chen Dong watched the rising viewer count in his stream. This time it was different from before—it wasn't a sudden spike, but a steady increase, which made him feel much more at ease.
"So there's a ghost. Big deal. No backbone," he glared at the small-time streamer. "Can't you see this... uh, this Master is here helping us exorcise the ghosts?"
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...
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?"
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!
