“Oh, so you're awake?” A skinny guy with glasses chuckled, “That's not like you.”

“Heh,” the buzz-cut teen rolled his eyes, “A true hero has great ambitions, a belly full of good strategies, the means to encompass the universe, and the ambition to swallow heaven and earth.

Let such outstanding individuals be the players.”

“What's the difference between a person without dreams and a salted fish?”

The teen in anime attire said solemnly, “Heroes emerge from our generation, once you enter the martial world, time urges you on.

Once I have a Nichirin Blade in my left hand, and Excalibur in my right, with Pikachu on my head, riding the Red Hare, a string of Devil Fruits hanging from my waist, eating whichever I want, Primordial Power surging with every breath, unleashing annihilation with every move, divine might like a prison, divine grace like the sea,

then when I attain enlightenment, even my chickens and dogs will ascend to heaven. I'll appoint you three as the attendants under my seat, responsible for holding my chamber pot and emptying my toilet.”

Before the chuunibyou teen could finish speaking, his three companions ganged up and beat him.

If there weren't other people around, Li Ang strongly suspected they would use the tent pole to give him an impromptu Aruba.

After the horseplay ended, these peers of his played mobile games while fantasizing about what they would do after becoming players.

Listening to their reveries, Li Ang couldn't help but smile. He turned over and continued playing on his phone.

“Li Ang? Is Li Ang here?”

A voice rang out from outside the tent. Li Ang turned around and saw an employee in the containment center uniform holding a list, standing under the tent flap.

“That's me!”

Li Ang put away his phone, ran to the tent entrance, and asked nonchalantly, “What's up?”

“Let me see your ID information, please.”

The staff member verified Li Ang's real ID card, scanned it with a portable machine, returned it, and said, “You previously agreed to return to Yin City, correct?

You can now take the 3 PM bus back to Yin City. This is your boarding pass. Remember to go to boarding gate A18 on the south side at 2:30 PM, following the signs in the containment center, and board the bus early.”

“I'm scheduled so early?”

Li Ang was a little surprised as he took the ID card and boarding pass. Logically, the first to return to Yin City should be public service personnel in key positions, then white-collar workers, and finally ordinary residents.

Amidst the curious gazes of the others in the tent, Li Ang took the ID card and boarding pass, lay back on the bed, and picked up his phone, only to see a mischievous emoji sent by Wang Congshan.

“Hello, what are you doing?”

“Playing on my phone.” Li Ang sent back a scratching-head emoji. “When are you guys taking the bus back to Yin City? I just got notified that I'm going back at 3 PM.”

“We're also at 3 PM.” Wang Congshan sent back a "hehehe" mischievous emoji pack. “My cousin called us this morning and told us that she's actually an employee of the official organization, something like the Special Affairs Bureau?

Anyway, the employees' family members can take the first batch of vehicles back to Yin City. I asked my cousin to register you as a family member, so you don't have to wait here.”

"Ah?"

Li Ang was a little amused and grateful for Wang Congshan's kindness. "Thank you, trouble you. Please thank your cousin for me."

“Okay.” Wang Congshan replied, “By the way, my cousin asked me to ask you if you have any thoughts about participating in the official organization's training?

She said that she was very impressed with you when she, uh, went on a blind date with you last time."

"Uh..."

Li Ang thought about it, guessing that his special makeup skills and cesarean section skills in the Mist Realm had left a deep impression on her. "Let's talk about it later. At this stage, I still want to focus on my studies and don't want to be disturbed for the time being."

"Pfft, you're acting like you just got confessed to."

Wang Congshan sent a rolling-eyes emoji, "It'd be a real ghost story if you ever focused on your studies."

She wasn't wrong. Although Li Ang's academic performance had always been excellent,

Wang Congshan knew that this guy had never seriously studied. His skill points were all put into fooling around and messing with weird stuff.

In middle school, their homeroom teacher had a bad temper and liked to physically punish students. Li Ang used his silver tongue, comparable to that of a pyramid scheme leader, to successfully persuade the entire class to unite and send the homeroom teacher to a TV show for a makeover.

After being stopped by the school, Li Ang used social engineering knowledge to obtain the teacher's private photos with a school leader.

He printed them into more than a dozen large photos, and hung them above the clock tower at night. The scandal spread widely among students in Yin City.

After the teacher was fired, he was harassed for a month. Steel wool was stuffed into his car's exhaust pipe, making it impossible to accelerate and causing it to stall. Superglue was dripped on the windshield wipers and spray nozzles. Medical tape changed the number 1 on his license plate to 7. Black paint was used to cover the rearview camera. Stinky tofu soup was injected into the car doors.

His home's security door was constantly filled with chewing gum, and ghostly wails could be heard outside his window in the middle of the night. The surveillance cameras inside and outside the house didn't capture anything. The recordings only showed long stretches of hacked ghost movie tapes.

Finally, he had no choice but to move his entire family out of Yin City.

These were all Li Ang's actions in middle school, and the reason he did this was simply because the teacher had almost physically punished Wang Congshan one day, threatening to hit her hand.

Wang Congshan strongly suspected that if Li Ang wanted to cause destruction, he would be a dangerous element with a high threat to human society. And in this world where supernatural phenomena truly existed, he might be able to thrive.

Thinking of this, Wang Congshan, who was at the other end of the containment center, looking at her chat box with Li Ang, became inexplicably irritable.

For a genius like Li Ang, a chaotic world might not be a bad thing, but for more ordinary people, the arrival of the killground game was definitely not a good thing.

The peaceful life they had before might be gone forever.

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