Cicada was forced to drink all of the water, and before he could even shout, “I already agreed—you have no honor!”
He unconsciously smacked his lips, only to realize the water in his mouth tasted ordinary, with no hair inside it.
At that moment, the spiderwebs binding him loosened. He turned his head and saw a small patch of black specks on the ground. The clipped strands of hair had not fallen into the cup after all.
“I will shut down this project. I’m not making excuses, but once an interest chain forms, sometimes things are no longer up to a single person—even if I hold the highest position.”
“That’s not my problem. If you can’t solve the issue, we’ll solve you.” Chen Miemie adhered firmly to the principle of “targeting people, not problems.”
Ten minutes later, having obtained the desired result, Chen Miemie stepped out of the Scholars’ Academy alone.
He twirled a porcelain cicada in his hand. The porcelain surface was smooth, every last detail exquisitely rendered—so lifelike it seemed almost real.
As he reached the main gate of the Academy, he spotted a familiar object.
It was a mailbox that looked somewhat ancient.
The mailbox wasn’t worn or shabby; clearly, it had been well-maintained. A small fence surrounded it, as if reminding passersby that it was for gazing from afar, not touching.
“Isn’t this the same model as the mailbox outside my shop? Except this one looks better cared for, with much nicer coloring.”
Chen Miemie’s lingering drew the attention of a nearby official guard.
“Sir, hello. This is the Scholars’ Academy’s private mailbox. It’s not for public use.”
Chen Miemie put on the air of a newcomer: “I just arrived in this city. Isn’t this just an ordinary mailbox? Why is it so specially protected?”
“This is no ordinary mailbox. It’s the Five-Light Mailbox, over a thousand years old—more ancient than most buildings in the city. It’s a key cultural relic under protection.”
“You just said it’s for the Academy’s exclusive use. Does it have other functions besides being a relic?”
“A mailbox is always for mailing things, of course. All right, please move along.”
Chen Miemie walked along the streets, taking in all the unfamiliar sights. It felt just like when he had first woken up in Siyang City.
He had originally acquired two guides.
But ever since Yi Zhu turned into a guest, he was reluctant to boss them around so freely.
In Chen Miemie’s eyes, the city of Fengshuguan was somewhat contradictory.
It was more bustling than Siyang City, yet the people here moved at a slower pace.
More than once, he had seen pedestrians suddenly stop in the middle of the street, find a bench, and leisurely read a book—as if everyone carried a book in their bag.
Strolling in no particular hurry, he eventually reached the city gate.
A man with an afro blocked his way.
“Leaving the city alone? Please show your student ID or scholar’s certificate.”
Chen Miemie’s head seemed to sprout a question mark. “I have neither.”
“Then I’m sorry. For your safety, you cannot leave without an escort.”
What kind of rule was that? Siyang City had no such regulation.
“I’ll take responsibility for my own safety.”
The afro-haired man seemed to catch on:
“Sorry, you must have just arrived from another city. I may not have explained clearly. The area surrounding Fengshuguan City is extremely dangerous—full of anomalies. Without the proper credentials, you’d be easily attacked. This has nothing to do with how strong you are personally.”
Chen Miemie perked up at that.
“Buddy, what’s your name? That hairstyle of yours is pretty cool.”
The afro-haired man beamed with joy when he heard someone praising his hairstyle. "Call me Lao Wang. I'm in charge of the security near the city gate and I'm from the Scholars' Academy."
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Chen Miemie, with the code name [Night Ruler]."
"Hiss~ I'm also impressed. You're so young and already have a code name. That's remarkable!"
"Thank you for the compliment. I'm really new here. Lao Wang, you said there are many strange beings around. How come? Isn't it usually that the farther away from the city, the more strange beings there are?"
Lao Wang stroked his sexy curly hair.
"You're right, but the Sealed Library is special.
Our city wasn't originally called the Sealed Library. In the first six epochs, with the progress of civilization, the accumulation of history, and the increase of books and knowledge, it evolved from a [Pocket Library] to a [Library], and then to a [Grand Library].
At the beginning of the seventh epoch, when it reached its peak of prosperity, something went wrong.
The thoughts, wisdom, languages, and words that had been accumulated for countless years underwent a qualitative change.
In this city, this giant library, the books gave birth to wisdom.
We're all book lovers, and our way of expression might be a bit more reserved. To put it bluntly, a large number of book - related strange beings were born.
There was a huge upheaval at that time. God knows how many people died. Knowledge and books began to fight back against humans. This event is historically known as the [Book Rebellion].
In the end, no one knows what price was paid, but humans finally quelled the event."
Chen Miemie nodded continuously as he listened and found Lao Wang more and more likable.
"So, were the book - related strange beings all dealt with later?"
Lao Wang shook his head.
"No, it's not a 'solution' in the conventional sense.
Getting rid of them would mean getting rid of their carriers at the same time, which are countless books.
If that happened, countless inheritances would be cut off, and a library without books would just be an empty shell, existing in name only.
I'm not clear about the specific situation. All I know is that they didn't die but were sealed up. Since then, our city has been renamed the Sealed Library."
"What does this have to do with the strange beings outside the city?"
"Every city has its core, and every core has its function.
Our city can seal strange beings related to knowledge. You can even occasionally see books, pens, scrolls, ink bottles, brooms, etc. moving freely in the city. These are the results of them occasionally escaping from the seal.
These specific strange beings have a hard time attacking humans in the city. However, since they have an 'evil' nature and passive traits, they will move around the city and attack people leaving the city.
This kind of strange beings loves knowledge and people with knowledge, so their priority targets will be those without identification."
At this point, Chen Miemie finally understood why Lao Wang asked him for a student ID or a scholar's certificate.
"According to what you said, Lao Wang, doesn't it mean that non - scholars can't leave the city?"
"Indeed. If you really have to go out, you can hire a few scholars to take you with them. And you can dress up as a scholar and blend in with them, which can greatly reduce the chance of being attacked."
"I met two graduates before, and they were still attacked by strange beings."
"Of course. People aren't supposed to leave the city casually. A low chance of being attacked doesn't mean you won't be attacked at all. Moreover, there are a few special strange beings that don't respect knowledge as much."
"Like [Rebellious Broom]?"
"Hmm? You actually know about [Rebellious Broom]. Yes, that guy is one of the few who likes to cause trouble. When it rebels, even scholars can't do anything about it."
"Thanks for the explanation, Brother Wang. I've learned a lot. I'll treat you to a meal when I'm free."
"Haha, it's a small thing. What I said are just common knowledge here and don't involve any secrets. But it'd be great to have a drink together when we have time."
Chen Miemie nodded and prepared to move on. He wanted to go out and check the small woods where Yi Xian had an incident.
"Hey, Brother Chen, why are you still going outside?" Lao Wang called out to Chen Miemie.
Chen Miemie patted Lao Wang on the arm.
"Brother Wang, don't worry. What's more reliable than a scholar's certificate is one's own ability. I know what I'm doing."
Lao Wang had explained the stakes and tried to persuade him. Since there's no law in the city prohibiting people from leaving, he watched Chen Miemie's back fade away.
"This young man seems to be quite extraordinary."
After Chen Miemie left the city gate and hadn't walked even a thousand meters, a "roadblock" appeared in front of him.
It was a book with small wings of its own.
The book cover was extremely gorgeous, with a golden lock, and the edges of the book emitted an alternating glow of cyan and red.
"Boy, stop. You're not very lucky. I just got out of the seal last night, and you're the first poor soul to cross my path."
Chen Miemie stopped in his tracks and looked at the book floating in mid - air. "Who are you?"
"I'm the [Forbidden Fruit Bestiary], a taboo existence even among the book clan."

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?!

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."

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!

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?"