Do you know Sacred Heart Hospital?

Ling Tian asked.

"I know, I was crippled by them a long time ago and even had to stay in the hospital there."

It nodded.

"..."

"That's my territory, so ten ghost kings are nothing. Want to join me?"

"Really? I remember that hospital's owner was a ruthless big shot, right? You're not one of them, are you?"

It had a look on its face that said, "Don't try to fool me."

"Do I look like that kind of person? I own half of that hospital; I'm the vice president there."

Now I'm giving you a task: go to that hospital and find the director, and ask him to come over.

Don't worry about not being able to see it; just give me my name. There are no ghosts in the hospital, so they won't recognize me.

Ling Tian said confidently.

"this..."

"What, do you want to keep being bullied by them? You'll miss this opportunity, and there won't be another one. You'd better think it through."

Ling Tian stared at it and said.

Looking into Ling Tian's 'sincere' eyes, it gritted its teeth and agreed.

"Okay, I'll trust you this once. If you lie to me, neither of us will have a good ending; we'll both be tormented to death by them."

Li Si said.

"Don't worry, I won't put myself in any danger. Go quickly and come back quickly. I'll check the situation at the school first."

Li Si left the principal's office and secretly slipped out from behind the school, heading straight for Sacred Heart Hospital.

Ling Tian stood up and went outside.

"There are 299 other people in this instance. Let's check their identities first. But with such a large number, they are most likely students."

......

The scene changes.

Ling Tian arrived at the playground.

A large crowd of people are crammed together here.

His expression was not as fearful as the survivors he had encountered before.

They all seem to be seasoned veterans who have participated in several dungeons.

In addition, since this is a large-scale dungeon, sticking together provides some psychological comfort.

"I didn't expect to be selected for a large-scale dungeon. I hope I can get through it safely this time."

"Don't worry, there are three hundred people in this instance. If we rely on a strong player, we can get through it."

"That's true, but I don't know who the big boss is either?"

"See that guy? I've encountered him twice before in other dungeons, and with his help, I survived to the end of the dungeon both times."

Rumor has it that this big shot is a Ghost-type professional; we'd better stick close to him this time.

The crowd was buzzing with discussion.

The big shot they were talking about was a guy named Feng Wugeng.

Feng Wugeng looked around, listening to the crowd's discussions with a natural expression.

His awakened ghostly profession is—ghost writer.

Because of his Ghost class, he easily cleared several dungeons and now has nearly 3,000 class points saved up.

This ability is quite impressive on a global scale.

Moreover, his profession doesn't seem like much on the surface; he's just a writer.

In reality, writers are a lowly profession that cannot be respected or respected, and they can only make a meager living with a monthly income of three thousand.

However, this is not the case in a bizarre world.

"I hope to record more bizarre events this time to improve my strength."

Feng Wugeng muttered to himself.

His profession allows him to record all the strange things he sees, and for every strange thing recorded, he has a chance to gain one ten-thousandth of its power.

Based on this, his strength has already reached the level of the White-Clad Demon.

The main reason was that he had incredible luck several times, and he recorded several ghost generals and a ghost king triggering a power response.

Ling Tian's figure weaved through the crowd.

[Ding! Ghost profession detected—Ghost Writer!]

[Is this copying? Or is this plundering?]

Ling Tian paused in his steps.

She looked at the handsome man beside her.

Why are you staring at me?

Feng Wugeng looked completely bewildered.

"It's nothing. My brother is handsome and has a bright future ahead of him."

Ling Tian smiled, then silently copied it in his mind.

[Ding! Copy successful!]

[Congratulations, host, on obtaining the Ghost Profession—Ghost Writer.]

[Ding! The Ghost Profession—Ghost Writer—has triggered a hundredfold boost, transforming into a Ghost Saint Writer.]

[The Ghostly Saint Writer: You are proficient in all forms of writing; whatever is in your mind can be transformed into a book. Even if your readers demand a million words a day, you can easily complete it. Your works will receive an eerie appreciation.]

[Professional Skills: Writing (Not Enabled), Reader Feedback (Not Enabled), Author Power (Not Enabled)]

Number of readers: 0

Writing: You can record all the strange things you see. From each recorded strange thing, you can gain one ten-thousandth of its power. If the power levels of both are roughly equal, you can contain the recorded strange thing. (Unlocked when reader count reaches 100)

Reader Feedback: For every reader who gains insight from your work, you will receive one ten-thousandth of their power. This can only be done once per monster. (Unlocked when reader count reaches 10,000.)

Author's Power: You can modify any supernatural being whose strength is below yours and which is recorded in your records; each supernatural being can only be modified once. (Activated when one million readers)

After reading the job description, Ling Tian was even more satisfied.

"Thank you, and best of luck."

Ling Tian said something to Feng Wugeng and then left.

"baffling."

Feng Wugeng curled his lip.

After an unknown amount of time, the eerie school bully arrived at the playground with a host of strange creatures.

The chattering crowd immediately fell silent.

Sensing the opponent's powerful aura, his expression turned solemn.

The most bizarre monsters they encountered in the dungeons they participated in before were all at the level of Ghost Generals.

Now, to make matters worse, ten ghost kings have appeared right in front of us.

The pressure is immense.

"Welcome to our paradise—Guangming High School."

The ten ghost kings revealed eerie smiles.

This place must be paradise for them.

They are the law here; whatever they say goes.

What do we need to do?

Someone mustered up the courage to ask.

The eerie hint only told them that they had to survive at Bright High School for three months, and nothing more.

Based on past experience, it is likely that they will all be assigned identities first.

"What you need to do is study hard. The academic pressure in high school is very high."

A ghost king is intriguing.

The crowd inwardly scoffed. If studying could save their lives in this bizarre world, they would naturally scramble to do it.

"You're right, we really should study hard. Guangming High School was once a thriving place, but look at it now, you've made it a complete mess, it's simply incomprehensible."

An inappropriate voice offered its approval.

"Who's interrupting!"

A ghost king looked around, tracing the source of the sound.

Soon, Ling Tian's figure came into its field of vision.

"Who do you think you are, and who do we think we are? How dare you speak ill of us? Don't you know who's in charge at this school?!"

The Ghost King rebuked.

Ling Tian calmly walked onto the stage: "This is a school, so naturally the principal has the final say."

He showed his identification card.

"headmaster?"

They were startled and sensed something was wrong.

The Li Si they sent was supposed to teach the new principal a lesson, wasn't it?

How come this guy is standing here completely unharmed?