Accompanied by the nonsense of the bullet screen, the two arrived at the third floor.
The corridor was spacious and bright, the floor polished enough to reflect people.
An Changqing's Room 302 was in the middle of the corridor on the right, and Chen Guan's Room 304 was just next door on the left.
"We're here." An Changqing stopped walking. "Student Chen Guan, do you need any help?"
He glanced at the tightly closed door of Room 304 and the heavy coffin.
"No, no, I can do it myself, thank you."
Chen Guan politely declined, taking out the room card he had just received and lightly swiping it against the door lock.
With a soft beep, the door unlocked.
Chen Guan pushed the door open, and a rush of fresh air carrying a faint scent of varnish drifted out.
The room wasn't large, but the layout was reasonable. It was fully equipped with a bed, desk, wardrobe, and independent bathroom, along with a small balcony.
For a single room, it was spacious enough.
"The conditions are really nice." An Changqing took a look. Even though he was the son of the president, he was naturally treated equally in this regard.
"Then I'll go back to my room to settle in first." An Changqing nodded at Chen Guan. "If you need help later or if there's anything you're unclear about, you can come find me anytime."
"Okay, thank you." Chen Guan sincerely thanked him again, watching him walk toward Room 302.
[Chen Guan is purely a thank-you type personality.]
[What are you babbling about, I'm shipping them so hard.]
[By the way, who was Little An's roommate again? I think his name is Long Aotian?]
[His name is Long Ao!]
Chen Guan also walked into his Room 304, closing the door behind him to block out the outside gaze.
He didn't immediately put down the coffin. Instead, he stood behind the door, quietly waiting for a few seconds.
Before his eyes, the bullet screen representing the camera didn't disappear because he was alone. On the contrary, because he entered a private space, the audience's curiosity was further stimulated:
[Finally in the room! Hurry up and see what it looks like inside!]
[Will he put the coffin down? Where?]
[I'm so anxious, what exactly is inside the coffin? Can we take a look? Is there something that my noble Pilipala Grand Member status doesn't allow me to see?]
[Streamer, streamer, say something, don't be a silent gourd.]
[To the person above, this isn't a live stream, it's an anime series. But I really want to know what happens next too.]
A barely noticeable curve appeared at the corner of Chen Guan's mouth.
He walked to the center of the room, carefully unloaded the black iron coffin from his back, and gently laid it flat on the floor, producing a muffled thud.
He walked to the window and drew the translucent curtains, softening the light in the room.
Then, he returned to the coffin, crouched down, reached out, and slowly brushed his fingertips across the cold, smooth coffin lid. With a complex gaze, he muttered to himself in a low voice, just loud enough for the audience in front of the screen to hear:
"It's safe for now... The academy should be a place where you can get a good rest."
This sentence was vague in its information but full of a sense of story.
After doing this, he seemed to shed all his disguise and tension, letting out a long, exhausted sigh. He relaxed completely, leaning against the floor next to the coffin and looking up at the ceiling.
Having struck a good pose, he began to converse with the system in his heart: "Sys, tally up my current popularity points."
"Okay, Host." The system's voice was brisk: "Up to now, the host has accumulated 357 popularity points."
Over three hundred points. Although it was still far from being able to redeem the good stuff in the exchange mall, this strong start made Chen Guan very satisfied. This was only the first day of school, and he had merely met the protagonist and established a preliminary connection.
He cast his gaze out the window. The buildings of Huaqing Academy were outlined in gold by the setting sun.
The sunlight shone on Chen Guan's face: "Sys, open the panel."
"Okay, Host."
[Name: Chen Guan]
[Identity: First-year student at Huaqing Academy]
[Ability: None]
[Attributes:]
[Strength: 1]
[Stamina: 1]
[Agility: 1]
[Intelligence: 1] (Not IQ)
[Spirit: 1] (Not a crazy person)
[Popularity Points: 357]
Abilities were divided into eight types: Mythological, Knowledge, Enhancement, Elemental, Special, Spiritual, Summoning, and Life.
Of course, Chen Guan was just an ordinary person right now, with no abilities.
If he wanted an ability, he could only buy it from the system. Among the eight major ability types, the strongest was undoubtedly the Mythological type, and An Changqing was a super-powered individual of the Mythological type.
He exchanged 300 popularity points for 0.3 stamina and added it. The feeling wasn't very obvious. For Chen Guan, the most important attribute point at this stage was stamina.
Abilities were all too expensive. Even the trashiest ability started at four digits. It was better to exchange for some attribute points to save his life first.
Opening the coffin revealed a face completely different from his own. That face was now pale, eyes tightly closed; apart from breathing, there was not much difference from a dead person.
Chen Guan sighed. That was his original body. When he came to this world, there was a coffin in front of him, and his own body lay inside the coffin, while he himself had already entered this body named Chen Guan.
The system told him that his original self had become a vegetative state patient. If he wanted to wake him up, he had to save enough popularity points to redeem it.
And the required popularity points were an astronomical figure. Chen Guan didn't even know if that day would ever come.
Now, he could only take it one step at a time. Fortunately, Chen Guan's current body was immortal. No matter how many times he died, he would resurrect. This coffin, or rather the original body inside the coffin, was equivalent to his respawn point.
He currently couldn't leave the coffin further than one meter, but this distance could also be exchanged using popularity points. In the system mall, popularity points were equivalent to an omnipotent currency.
Chen Guan carried his original body out, placed it on the bed, and carefully tucked in the corners of the blanket. Looking at that face, which was identical to his previous life but currently lifeless, his eyes darkened for a moment.
He took out liquid food and some water from his storage ring. His original body was merely asleep, but it hadn't reached the state of inedia; it still needed to eat and drink as usual.
Then, he reined in his emotions, skillfully prepared the nutritional liquid food, and carefully fed it in little by little through a nasogastric tube.
The entire process was meticulous and exceptionally focused.
[Holy crap... an actual vegetative patient?]
[He's alive! No, half-alive? What is this situation?]
[Information explosion!]
[He's taking care of him so skillfully, it doesn't look like he's just been doing this for a day or two.]
[Why does my heart ache a bit... carrying his slumbering friend forward.]
[Male colleague, probably.]
[So the coffin is... a mobile ICU? This setting is way too hardcore.]
The bullet screen instantly exploded, with various speculations flashing across the screen at lightning speed.
Although Chen Guan didn't look at it in real-time, he could imagine the reactions on the other side of the lens at this moment.
After finishing the feeding and meticulously handling the cleaning, Chen Guan only sat down by the edge of the bed and let out a soft sigh of relief once he confirmed his original body's vital signs were stable.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
