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Chapter 19: Ivy Female Academy

In the 39th district of the Newbie Zone.


Countless screens are present here, showing humans who are screaming in terror, with gruesome scenes far too numerous to count.


Betrayal, murder, and the distortion of humanity unfold every second.


In front of the screens, a blue light flickers like fireflies.


Each blue light represents the consciousness of a deity.


The gods’ live stream rooms exist for them, and wherever they stand before a screen, that screen's light brightens a bit more.


In this area, one screen shines exceptionally bright.


Inside that screen, a red-eyed man is desperately running, with charred female corpses trailing behind him. His body is covered in wounds, and his left wrist has a layer of glaring white bone exposed. It seems a monster accidentally scratched him while he was running.


A few gods chuckle: "Ivy Female Academy, who would have thought a newbie could return to the source of pollution’s world? But he looks like he’s about to die."


"Heh, quite interesting. I remember the trickster god played an NPC in this dungeon. Ah, if I had known, I would have joined this game. This little guy fits my aesthetic; I wouldn’t let him die at the hands of those monsters. If he’s going to die, it should be at my hands. What a waste."


"Hm? He’s looking at the shop. Oh? This is interesting; he knows fire can restrain them, but unfortunately, the fire seeds in the Ivy Female Academy dungeon are too expensive for him."


"At least it’s enough for him to buy a lighter."


The gods laughed mockingly, gradually focusing on Xiao Huai’s live stream.


The destruction of beautiful things is the moment when the peak of tragic aesthetics is reached.


His death will surely bloom beautifully.


Kaos is the first god audience in Xiao Huai's live stream, but certainly not the last.


In the temple, only Xiao Huai's live stream is being played.


Kaos lazily leaned back on his throne, his snow-white hair cascading behind him. He lightly tapped his fingers on the seat, his pitch-black eyes fixed on Xiao Huai's expression.


His face radiates unparalleled beauty, like moonlight cascading on water—clear and mysterious.


In his dark eyes lies a whole universe, and no one can see what is hidden within.


On his high nose bridge, a tiny mole resembles a black star, dotting the clear sky.


The god's lips parted slightly, revealing a faint smile, like a spring breeze brushing by. "I made the whole world forget you. Everything starts anew. Would you find that boring?"


Kaos slowly stepped down from his throne, and a group of guards surrounding the temple looked on in utter terror as he descended.


"My lord, you cannot leave the temple."


As the guards tried to say more, a small white cat jumped onto the temple, stepping on the divine water. "Lord Kaos, you’ve never had the thought of leaving for thousands of years. You are—?"


Kaos curled his lips. "I want to see a person. How beautiful will they be when they die? So at that moment, I must be beside them to appreciate it."


The little white cat caught a glimpse of the live stream in the center of the temple and immediately bowed respectfully. "Yes, as you wish, my lord. I hope you return soon. While you are gone, Bai Ze will guard the temple for you."


Kaos patted the little white cat's head, chuckling gently.


In the next second, his divine attire changed to a white shirt and black suit pants.


His snow-white hair transformed into jet-black short hair in an instant, and he waved his hand while smiling.


"Bai Ze, I’ve thought of a name for myself—Lu Yuanshi. Don’t forget me when the time comes."


He walked forward and gradually disappeared.


Bai Ze transformed into human form, kneeling on the ground with immense respect: "I will wait for your return."



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In the gods' live stream, the Newbie Zone has not seen this many gods watching a newbie’s live stream in a long time.


In the screen, Xiao Huai stopped running up the stairs, seemingly having thought of something, and leapt from the second floor.


A breeze wrapped around his hair, brushing against his clothing, and in his blood-red eyes, there was no trace of fear.


When Xiao Huai landed on the ground, he rolled a few times to mitigate the impact of the jump.


Fortunately, this was the second floor, not the fourth or fifth; otherwise, he would have ended up half-disabled.


After jumping down, more monsters followed him. Xiao Huai ran toward the school cafeteria, with about five hundred monsters trailing behind him.


He didn’t dare look back; a second glance might trigger his fear of crowds.


The cafeteria is located on the west side of the teaching building and has three floors.


It still smelled as he remembered—of blood.


There weren’t many monsters inside, so he directly jumped into a window and discovered a large quantity of cooking oil.


While dodging the monsters' claws, he poured the cooking oil on the ground.


Cooking oil isn’t classified as an item and can’t be stored in the system space.


However, it’s certainly more cost-effective to gather resources on-site than to buy them directly from the system shop.


After pouring out seven or eight bottles of cooking oil, nearly two thousand monsters had surged into the cafeteria.


They swarmed like zombies, eager to pounce on Xiao Huai.


The closest monster was only a meter away, and she could grab him with a reach.


Xiao Huai sidestepped, increasing the distance between him and the monsters.


These monsters aren’t very smart; if they knew how to surround him, he might already have been caught. But they only know to try and grab him from behind.


Whether due to game rules or other reasons, it all counts as good fortune for him.


The cooking oil spread out on the floor, glimmering like pearl-like droplets.


The monsters slipped on the slick oil and fell over, covering themselves in it.


Amidst the endless screams, a faint smile curled at the corner of Xiao Huai’s lips.


He dashed toward the corner at top speed.


He glanced quietly at the monsters rushing toward him, and a match appeared in his palm.


A glimmer of mischievous madness appeared in his eyes.


The pupils of all the gods in the live stream slightly widened.


“Crackle.” The match ignited.


“Boom!”


The moment the flame touched the cooking oil, the flames on the ground burst forth like a raging inferno, quickly spreading.


A torrent of flames engulfed the entire cafeteria, and all the monsters turned terrified, screaming in horror as they fled!


Thick black smoke billowed, the fire blazed, and the cafeteria transformed into a hellish scene, filled with smoke and crackling flames, as the scorching heat and choking smoke filled the air.


The fire grew increasingly fierce, the flames danced wildly, consuming everything in its path.


All that the live stream could show was a sea of flames.


The gods couldn’t help but mutter, "He actually went to buy matches, choosing this method of death?"


"Hah, to be burned alive, ending up like those monsters—it’s simply too unwise."


In this great fire, who could escape?


They were waiting for the notification that Xiao Huai had died, but after a long time, there was still no message.


As the camera slowly zoomed in, when the gods saw the live stream, they couldn’t help but freeze in place.


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