Qi Xu rubbed his hands together, ready to step out of the vehicle and open the supply crates.
It was already 9 p.m., and the protective shield eight meters around the vehicle slowly rose. But beyond the shield, countless tiny eyes glowed in the darkness...
As Qi Xu got out, he paused for a moment. "Good evening, everyone. Tsk tsk, being a monster must be tough—working overtime so late. Have you all had dinner yet?"
While speaking, he took a bite of an apple. Just as he was about to toss the core, he launched a surprise attack, hitting a monster square in the head.
The monster didn’t quite grasp the insult at first—until the impact. Realizing it was being taunted, it roared in fury, slamming its head against the protective shield. Bang! Bang! The violent thuds looked painful enough to make blood spurt.
Qi Xu wasn’t just messing with the monster for fun—that would’ve been too cruel, downright inhumane.
This little test confirmed that these monsters weren’t high-level. If they were, they wouldn’t be this dumb. They couldn’t compare to the ones from daytime.
Most likely, they were just "extras" sent by the survival game to mess with players’ minds—fueling anxiety, pushing them toward psychological breakdowns, making it impossible to rest peacefully, trapped in a vicious cycle of fear.
Having gotten the answer he wanted, Qi Xu took out all the supply crates he’d collected that day.
Equipping the title 〖I Have X-Ray Vision〗, he inspected the two diamond-tier crates. His eyes flickered between excitement and frustration—he was practically scratching his head in agitation.
Good news: Both crates held incredible loot, things he desperately wanted, items that could instantly boost his combat power.
Bad news: Alongside the loot were monsters.
And what a coincidence—both diamond crates contained stitched abominations, creatures he currently stood no chance against.
Qi Xu finally understood the agony of seeing a feast just out of reach.
Back in the team dungeon, it had taken a full squad, endless kiting, every trick in the book, and a grueling fight with injuries to barely take down one stitched abomination.
Now? Even if he called over Sister Cut You, teamed up with Little Seven and Sweet Girl, they still wouldn’t stand a chance. They just weren’t strong enough.
But if he could somehow defeat two stitched abominations in this disaster round, his ranking would be secured.
Qi Xu rummaged through his backpack, digging through items one by one.
Then—he spotted something perfect.
〖Little Red Flower from the Language Teacher〗: "When in danger, raise the little red flower and shout ‘Teacher, save me!’ to instantly summon the Language Teacher."
Qi Xu mulled it over. That Language Teacher’s aura was way more oppressive than any stitched abomination. Surely she could handle them? The only downside was wasting such a precious item.
But he quickly reasoned it out—hoarding a tool forever meant it’d never fulfill its purpose. Only by using it could it truly shine.
With that in mind, Qi Xu didn’t hesitate. To avoid accidents, he first sent Sweet Girl and Little Seven back into the vehicle, then stored all other supply crates to prevent damage during the chaos.
Fully prepared, Qi Xu kicked open both diamond crates with a dramatic flourish.
The two stitched abominations hadn’t even fully emerged before their roars nearly deafened him.
Taking a deep breath, Qi Xu raised 〖The Language Teacher’s Little Red Flower〗 and screamed at the top of his lungs:
"TEACHER, SAVE ME!"
His heart pounded wildly. The stitched abominations were now fully out—and looked even sharper than the ones from the dungeon.
Despite taking no damage, they immediately charged at Qi Xu in eerie unison.
Qi Xu didn’t dare fight back, afraid of provoking them further.
If the teacher didn’t arrive in time, his only option was to hide inside the Advanced Spatial Stone.
Luckily, the Language Teacher was efficient. Within seconds, the sharp click of dress shoes echoed from afar, growing louder.
Qi Xu’s eyes sparkled as he turned toward his savior.
"WHO DARES TOUCH MY STUDENT?!"
The Language Teacher looked just as before—professional suit, black-framed glasses, a stern expression, and a teaching pointer in hand.
For some reason, Qi Xu caught a flicker of genuine worry in her eyes. It hit him—using this item meant committing to the roleplay.
So he embraced the act. Pulling out a large calligraphy scroll he’d scribbled during a recent gathering (using the Vigorous Brother’s Brush and rice paper), he collapsed dramatically, playing the frail, bullied student.
"Teacher! Save me! I just wanted to practice calligraphy at night, but they tried to beat me up!"
The two stitched abominations froze, their growls dying in their throats. What… is happening?
The one on the left barely opened its mouth before the Language Teacher’s pointer jammed straight down its throat. The other took a chalk bullet to the forehead—impact so hard it embedded deep, blood gushing instantly.
Qi Xu watched, enthralled, clapping softly on the sidelines.
He even threw in a few fake sobs. "Wuwu… All I want is to study… What did I do wrong? Why does everyone bully me?"
Mid-combat, the Language Teacher paused to comfort her "traumatized" student. "Good child, don’t cry. This isn’t your fault—it’s these delinquents who’ve gone too far! Teacher will discipline them!"
The stitched abominations lunged at her, fists swinging, jaws snapping. But her body might as well have been steel—she didn’t budge an inch.
A couple of kicks later, the monsters were already on the ground, howling in agony.
Qi Xu "cried" louder. This is amazing. Calling for backup is so satisfying!
"I’ll teach you to bully classmates, brawl, and ignore school regulations!"
"Slacking off, skipping studies, and dragging others down? Disgraceful!"
"Against the wall—copy the textbook! And tomorrow, bring your parents to school!"
Between scoldings, the Language Teacher pummeled them relentlessly. The stitched abominations couldn’t fight back.
Blood poured from their wounds. And since the teacher had a habit of plucking out eyeballs to roll like walnuts in her palm, it wasn’t long before two gaping holes adorned their faces.
"Invincible Black Tornado Student, come here!"
Qi Xu blinked. Huh? Me?
The Language Teacher struck a heroic pose—one foot on each stitched abomination, hands on hips, her pointer split in two, relentlessly whacking their backsides while berating them for being "utter disappointments."
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