Chapter 002: Zhumen's World
Perhaps every child has fantasized about having an owl deliver their Hogwarts acceptance letter one day. Unfortunately, Mo Xuanji had never seen an owl deliver a letter in her eighteen years of life. However, three days ago, a strange creature climbed through the window.
"Hello, I'm the admissions teacher at Penglai Academy. My last name is Wang. It's an honor to meet you at this sacred moment." The man was dressed like an English aristocrat. When he landed, he accidentally stepped on his cloak and stumbled a few steps. Then he stood up slowly and did an exaggerated hat-taking salute.
Mo Xuanji: Dial 110 on the spot with a blank expression
For some reason, the phone suddenly lost signal. Mo Xuanji chose to pick up the bench next to him.
"Wait, don't be nervous. I'm a good person! Don't be anxious, kid. Listen to me. This world isn't as simple as you think. You've awakened your superpowers, right?"
Mo Xuanji's pupils shrank slightly. He had never told anyone about his awakening, nor had he used his powers. How did he know? Or was he a psychopath immersed in a fantasy world, and it was just a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse?
Mr. Wang, who didn't realize he had become mentally ill, continued to persuade:
"That's a good thing. This world isn't as dark as it's portrayed in novels and TV dramas. They won't slice you up. Penglai Academy was officially established to train outstanding psychics. You can get the best teacher education here."
Our investigation revealed that your college entrance exam scores were very high, and your awakened ability's energy level was already at A-level, perfectly meeting our school's admission standards."
"Oh, let me introduce you. The levels of supernatural powers from high to low are SSS, SS, S, A, B, C, and D. You were A when you first awakened. As long as you train well, you have a bright future!"
As he spoke, he pulled out an admission letter from his hat and handed it to Mo Xuanji, his face full of sincerity: "I hope you can consider coming to our school. You are the most suitable here. Going to other schools will only waste your talent."
It's quite exquisite, and it must have cost a lot of money to make.
Mo Xuanji recalled the rumors she'd heard about fake universities. They had the name of universities, but they weren't actually recognized by society. If someone was unlucky enough to get in, they'd waste tuition and four years of their youth, only to graduate with nothing more than a high school diploma. The person in front of her had even gone to their home to recruit students; it definitely wasn't a legitimate school.
"Really? Then is this school an undergraduate school or a junior college? Can I take the civil service exam or the postgraduate entrance exam?" No matter if he is a lunatic or a liar, I will fool him away first.
"Of course our school is an undergraduate program, an officially recognized, top-tier one! Taking the civil service exam or postgraduate entrance exam? Forget about it. As long as you're willing to enroll, you can directly get a stable job in a government agency after graduation."
It sounds like the truth, but it's even more fake.
"Okay, I'll leave the notice with you. I'll think about it. I also need to discuss it with my family." He pointed to the window, and his intention to drive the customer away was very obvious.
"Then add my contact information. If you decide to come to our school later, be sure to contact me." Teacher Wang rubbed his hands.
"Okay, good-bye, Teacher Wang." After adding him, he was added to the blacklist.
Mr. Wang flashed a brilliant smile, like a salesman who had just closed a deal. He walked to the window, put on his hat, said, "Be sure to contact me," and then walked out the window. He went the same way he came.
Mo Xuanji called 110 and moved overnight.
......
The system... the system has nothing to say.
Mo Xuanji coughed awkwardly. "Who would climb through someone else's window in the middle of the night to deliver a notice? At least they should send an owl, right?"
So you still want an owl to deliver it?
"Okay, let's contact him now without further ado." Mo Xuanji picked up his phone and unlocked it. A comic page suddenly popped up, occupying the screen.
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The comic "Mo Wen Tian Ji" has been updated! Please click to view! ] Closed.
[Please become a popular character in this comic!] A pop-up window popped up and could not be closed.
[Please become a popular character in this comic *Λ_Λ*] An additional emoticon pack was added after refreshing after disconnecting from the Internet.
[Please become a popular character in this comic *Λ_Λ* dear~] After shutting down and restarting, a cute word was added!
"ah?"
"Let's read the comics first." After a moment of silence, the system suggested.
"Okay. I have a bad feeling." Mo Xuanji said as he clicked on the comic.
Unexpectedly, the protagonist of the comic is none other than the unlucky night runner.
The comic begins on Zhu Changan's birthday. On that day, Zhu Changan awakens his earth-based supernatural power, though it's completely out of control. Sometimes it doesn't respond no matter how he calls it, while other times it appears without any thought. The entire room is completely destroyed by this unruly supernatural power.
In panic, he called his most trusted elder for help. Soon, a white-haired old man came to his home. The old man first comforted him and then told him the true appearance of the world.
"Supernatural powers exist in this world." The old man leaned forward and looked him straight in the eye. "Some humans awaken their own special abilities on their eighteenth birthday. In old sayings, this is called awakening their spiritual roots. Besides humans, this world also contains demons and strange creatures. The former are allies of humanity, while the latter are enemies we must face together."
Zhu Changan stood up excitedly: "Then my parents! My parents, they definitely didn't die from the gas explosion, right?"
Zhu Changan had no memory of what happened that day. The first thing he heard after waking from his coma was the tragic news of his parents' death. The police investigated and said it was a gas explosion, but Zhu Changan knew it was more than just a gas explosion; there had to be something else going on.
The old man sighed, sadness in his eyes: "Yes, it was indeed not due to a gas explosion. They died at the hands of a strange person."
"To protect you."
To protect you.
This sentence echoed in Zhu Changan's mind like a curse. He didn't even know when the old man passed away. He wondered if his parents could have survived without him.
Did I kill my parents?
Mo Xuanji looked away.
"So this kid has been through this before. I shouldn't have laughed at him in my heart for running around in his underwear in the middle of the night." Conscience spun like a triangle ruler in Mo Xuanji's mind, and with every turn, his conscience pricked. "I deserve to die!"
This episode ends here, and Mo Xuanji clicks on the comment section.
[Is Liuhe the old thief opening a new pit? 】
[My goodness, this kid looks silly and heartless, but he actually has such a past.]
[Can you, Liuhe, old thief, do something nice for the kids? I've been following more than a dozen of your comics, but why are all the protagonists parentless? Change the setting!]
Yes, the author of this comic is Liuhe, a well-known comic artist who has been famous for many years. He is a master of drawing and plotting, and he is also a master of sending knives. No matter how popular he is, he never hesitates to kill people. If we didn't know his real appearance and address, someone would have sent him razor blades in a sack long ago.
Mo Xuanji seemed to be lost in thought and clicked on the next chapter.
Zhu Chang'an spent the entire day in a daze, and even at night he kept thinking about the old man's words. When he came to, he realized he had somehow escaped from home and wandered into the wilderness. Frightened and panicked, Zhu Chang'an stumbled into a strange hunting trap. Then, Mo Xuanji saw what she had seen in her dream.
Liuhe seems to care about the protagonist's image and dressed him in SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas in the comics.
The comic turns to the page where Mo Xuanji appears in the guise of a big boss.
A man whose face could not be seen appeared behind Zhu Changan.
The man was wearing a retro black robe, with his black hair loose and hanging casually on the ground.
The oppressive feeling, the aura of a superior being, was undeniable. The effect of time stagnation had worn off, but Weird stood still, not daring to move forward. It remembered that, years before, someone had given it the same oppressive feeling.
Escape! You must escape!
From an angle Zhu Changan couldn't see, a white feather fluttered down, a flame burning at the end. The man raised his head, revealing a pair of beautiful almond-shaped eyes.
"This is what you want."
The flames ignited.
[Give me all the information about this man in three seconds!]
[A new wife has appeared, how can I stand still? ]
[Although Changan looks miserable, my wife is really beautiful. Woohoo, I'm climbing the wall for a short while.]
[Why are you all trying to steal other people's wives? Because your wives coaxed me for half an hour.]
[This must be an important character. With such a delicate drawing, there must be an important plot later.]
[Wow, the new character's combat power is quite strong. The information from the psychic team behind shows that this weirdo is at least S-level. He just took a look and killed it?]
There were occasionally a few serious comments among the army of people trying to escape poverty, but unfortunately they were quickly drowned out by new comments.
After a moment of silence, Mo Xuanji chose to bury himself in the quilt.
"Why, how can this be so embarrassing? They actually drew me in there! No, that's not me, that's a vest." After consoling herself, she saw comments from netizens who didn't want pants. The level of embarrassment reached a new level.
The system seemed to be shocked by netizens and remained silent for a long time.
In the comic, Zhu Changan fell peacefully in the arms of "Uncle Zhao" with blood all over his face. The middle-aged man named Zhao Wencheng was so scared that he turned into a line drawing on the spot and quickly called the medical team.
"Hurry up! Coordinates... I hit my nephew and he's bleeding! Help, he's unconscious!"
The members of the superpower team who had just completed the exploration mission rushed over and were also shocked when they saw the scene. After checking, they found that the person was fine, just a broken forehead, and the coma was purely due to being too tired.
[Hahahaha Uncle Zhao——]
"Huh? That's all." If you scroll further, you will see the four big words "To be continued".
At this time, the previous pop-up window popped up again.
【Please become a popular character in this comic *Λ_Λ* dear~】
“…” You are really persistent.
Liuhe must also be a psychic. Mo Xuanji didn't notice the third person's presence in the desolate mountains. Either Liuhe hid well, or he has special abilities... And, it had only been a few hours since the incident? And Liuhe had already drawn it? What kind of hand speed does that require?
Mo Xuanji fell into deep thought as he looked at the comic, each frame of which was exquisitely crafted.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but after the comic was released and its popularity grew, it seemed as if something mysterious had increased. A sixth sense was shouting in the depths of his consciousness: Say yes! Say yes!
"system?"
"It's up to you to decide. After all, I'm just a support system and can't make decisions for you."
"...So, Kuni, what do you want from me?"
The text on the pop-up window finally changed.
Our goals are the same. This is my investment in you.
"us?"
[You, Zhu Changan, and others who will appear in subsequent comics.]
Investment... In a flash, a word popped into Mo Xuanji's mind: the power of faith. In some myths and legends, the power of faith is extremely important to the gods. To put it bluntly, the more faith one has, the greater the god's magical power. But could mortals also use this thing?
"I promise."
【*Λ_Λ*】
【Happy cooperation】
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