"You're quite arrogant!"
Seeing Fujii Itsuki's calm and composed face, seemingly unaware of his situation, Chiba Shoko said with visible irritation.
Ogihara Saki held onto Fujii Itsuki's arm, secretly stealing glances at his profile.
'Fujii-kun must be scared by Chiba-senpai...'
'He's usually such a gentle person, and it's all my fault for getting him involved.'
Though trembling herself, Ogihara Saki thought guiltily and tried to defend Fujii Itsuki: "I'm sorry, Chiba-senpai. It's all my fault. Please don't involve innocent people."
"Fujii-kun is innocent..."
"Shut up!"
Chiba Shoko's angry shout made Ogihara Saki's heart skip a beat.
"Who do you think you are to decide who gets involved?"
Chiba Shoko showed a mocking expression.
"You're so quick to defend that worthless Fujii. Could it be that you like him?"
"I... I don't..." Ogihara Saki was at a loss for words, unconsciously glancing at Fujii Itsuki before lowering her head, her voice barely audible.
"Haha, Ogihara is getting shy!"
"The boss really hit the mark!"
Matsui Aoi and Onodera Rei gleefully added fuel to the fire.
"So you're a pair of pathetic lovebirds..." Chiba Shoko's eyes were full of contempt as she said haughtily, "Well, it makes sense. Two Third-Class Students like you are perfect for each other."
In Japanese school circles, there was an unwritten hierarchy - First-Class Students, Second-Class Students, and Third-Class Students.
First-Class Students were the popular campus figures like the art club president and soccer team captain. They were also called the "fulfilled ones."
Second-Class Students had the broadest range, including everyone from class representatives and committee members to ordinary students.
Third-Class Students were the introverted loners or those with physical and psychological defects. They had the lowest status in class, the least say in matters, and were often the targets of mockery and bullying.
Fujii Itsuki and Ogihara Saki were what Chiba Shoko called Third-Class Students.
"Boss, why don't we make these lovebirds strip naked and take pictures?"
"Hahaha, interesting! If they dare report to the teachers, we'll post the photos online!"
Matsui Aoi and Onodera Rei stirred up trouble with malicious glee.
Hearing this, Chiba Shoko raised her delicate eyebrows, lifted her chin, and looked at the two in the bathroom stall with interest.
"Go on, strip them!"
She signaled to Matsui Aoi and Onodera Rei.
Following their orders, the two immediately turned to Fujii Itsuki and Ogihara Saki with wicked grins.
"Well, are you going to do it yourselves, or do we need to help?"
"Better strip on your own. Don't make it hard for us, or it'll hurt!"
"..." Hearing their voices, Ogihara Saki's face turned pale. She bit her lip helplessly and looked toward Fujii Itsuki.
Fujii Itsuki's face was as dark as a mirror lake, maintaining his silence. He quietly focused on the rage meter in his system panel, which was nearly maxed out.
Seeing that neither of them moved, Matsui Aoi reached out angrily to grab Fujii Itsuki's clothes.
However, Fujii Itsuki moved faster, countering with a heavy slap across Matsui Aoi's face!
"SLAP—!"
The crisp sound of the slap echoed throughout the cramped stall and quickly spread across the entire bathroom.
Everyone present froze in shock.
"You..." Matsui Aoi's mind went blank.
She held her swollen face with one hand while pointing shakily at Fujii Itsuki with the other, unable to form complete sentences.
No one could have expected the usually timid and weak Fujii Itsuki to suddenly fight back!
"Fujii-kun..." Ogihara Saki's mouth gaped slightly, her gaze toward Fujii Itsuki taking on a strange new quality.
"You bastard!" Onodera Rei, being the closest, snapped out of her shock and lunged at Fujii Itsuki with her sharp nails aimed at his face.
If she succeeded, Fujii Itsuki would be left with scars at best, or have his face torn open at worst.
However, being a grown man of over 170 centimeters, his absolute advantage in height and strength made all enemies seem like paper tigers.
"Get lost!"
Fujii Itsuki raised his leg and kicked at the charging Onodera Rei.
The strike was lightning-fast, cutting through the air.
"Oof—"
Onodera Rei was instantly kicked to the ground, rolling twice before coming to a stop like a gourd in the wind.
In the blink of an eye, Chiba Shoko's two underlings had lost their fighting ability.
"Matsui! Onodera!"
Looking at her two followers writhing on the ground, Chiba Shoko, their leader, was filled with disbelief.
How dare he?
How dare he fight back!
He's supposed to be just a weak Third-Class Student!!!
Chiba Shoko's eyebrows rose in anger as she glared fiercely at Fujii Itsuki.
Ogihara Saki's eyes were filled with shock as she looked at Fujii Itsuki.
'Fujii-kun...'
'He's amazing, just like an action movie star!'
Before she could remain shocked for long, she saw Chiba Shoko suddenly rush forward and engage with Fujii Itsuki.
The narrow stall could barely fit three people, forcing Ogihara Saki to squeeze next to the toilet.
In martial arts, when it comes to practicality, hard-hitting styles like karate and boxing don't rank very high. The truly formidable ones are wrestling and judo.
In real combat, no matter how fast your punches or how strong your body, you can't withstand a well-executed shoulder throw.
And Chiba Shoko was a judo expert!
She was around 170 centimeters tall, with a proportionate figure, slender white arms, and straight, elastic white legs beneath her skirt.
Chiba Shoko seized the opportunity to grab Fujii Itsuki's arm, deliberately rushing in to collide with him chest-to-back.
Then, she locked his arm tightly with both hands, stabilized her stance, and coordinated her hips, waist, and back in one fluid motion!
"Shoulder throw!"
Chiba Shoko wore a confident smile.
In the next second, her smile transformed into surprise, then gradually changed to confusion and bewilderment.
"Why can't I lift him?!"
This guy was supposed to be frail, weighing at most 120 pounds. She was a blue belt who could throw 200-pound wrestling experts!
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Chiba Shoko's face turned red as she tried again with all her might, but Fujii Itsuki remained unmoved.
"Is this all you've got, Chiba-senpai?"
Fujii Itsuki's lips curved into a smile as he leaned close to Chiba Shoko's ear and whispered: "Now it's my turn."
After saying this, he cut off the flow of rage from his system panel that had been continuously converting into strength within his body.
He had endured Chiba Shoko for so long just to test the limits of his charged punch.
Since that goal was achieved, then...
Fujii Itsuki suddenly broke free from her grip, unleashing all his remaining rage value. His right hand clenched into a fist, and he delivered a punch to Chiba Shoko's abdomen.
CHARGED—CRUSHING—PUNCH!!!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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!
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.
