Chapter 2: The Spider Demon
Zhao Junhong couldn’t be bothered to pay any attention to Fang Qingyun.
“Fine, forget it. Your face is red, neck bulging—constipated, are you?”
Fang Qingyun shrugged.
“Are you two finished?”
A cold, haunting voice suddenly rang out.
Fang Qingyun and Zhao Junhong immediately sat up straight, eyes fixed on the lectern.
The teacher had somehow appeared before them, his gaze sharp and unfriendly, a smirk playing about his lips. “Such a lively discussion? Perhaps you two would like to come up here and share your insights with the whole class?”
“Teacher, it wasn’t me, it was him!”
Fang Qingyun and Zhao Junhong, as if perfectly synchronized, raised their hands and pointed at each other.
The class burst into laughter.
The two of them twitched their lips, forcing embarrassed smiles at the teacher.
It turned out those words had come from the teacher’s mouth, stealing their lines entirely.
“Hmph!” The teacher snorted, glancing at the two students who gave him endless headaches, annoyance clear in his tone. “Fool around all you want in your spare time, but tomorrow—be careful!”
“Yes, sir!”
Both of them bowed their heads meekly.
“Sigh!”
As if I’d believe a word out of you!
The two overlords of the class.
Never around for anything good, but always present for trouble.
Those two shameless rascals—no need to guess, he knew exactly what was going through their minds.
The teacher felt weary, his voice tinged with resignation. “You two aren’t lacking in talent. Just be cautious tomorrow—there won’t be any safety issues. Especially you, Zhao Junhong. You stand a real chance of becoming a warrior.”
A wave of envy immediately swept over the surrounding students.
Aristocratic children truly were different.
Though they attended the same school, their lifestyles were worlds apart.
Many of the things nobles used would subtly alter their constitution, increasing their odds of awakening as warriors.
For most of them, their chance was only ten percent.
For Zhao Junhong, it was more like a ten percent chance of failure.
Becoming a warrior was like crossing a great divide, stepping into an entirely new world.
A cut above the rest!
Sometimes fate was truly unfair. What some struggled their whole lives to obtain, others were born holding in their hands—often without a care.
Many students’ eyes were filled with intense, unwilling frustration.
“All right, that’s it for today. Class dismissed.” The teacher returned to the lectern. “Go home, get yourselves into the right mindset, and prepare for tomorrow’s college entrance exam. Oh, and one more thing!”
His expression turned grave. “There’s been word of signs of demon activity in the city. The city defense force is already searching. All of you go straight home and don’t wander about. If you notice anything unusual, call the police immediately, or call me.”
“Especially certain people!”
The teacher glared fiercely at Fang Qingyun and Zhao Junhong.
Those two playboys—always out chasing girls!
Not only were they good-looking, one was rich, the other the son of a lord—when it came to flirting, they never missed!
…The teacher could die of envy.
Demons?
Many students were stunned.
Demons appearing in the city? That was no good omen.
Though Minglu was ruled by humans, that didn’t mean there were no other races.
The elusive demons were their greatest foes.
Was there to be another demon siege?
It had only been ten years since the last one.
Zhao Junhong couldn’t help but glance at Fang Qingyun. “You live alone—don’t get yourself into trouble?”
Fang Qingyun curled his lip. “Weren’t you always jealous I could bring girls home whenever I wanted? Didn’t even have to pay for a hotel.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, this isn’t the same. I’m telling you, don’t underestimate demons. Those things, if they kill you, will eat your body. I wouldn’t even have a grave to pay respects at!”
“Get lost, you cow!”
Fang Qingyun rolled his eyes. “My late parents may not have left me any land, but the house they left is downtown. City Hall is in front, the Defense Force headquarters is behind, guards every three steps, sentries every five. If something can happen here, is there any safe place left in Flower City?”
“True enough!”
Zhao Junhong thought it over, offered a few more reminders, then finally headed home.
On the way, Fang Qingyun kept patting his pocket, his expression uncertain.
Those two bottles of pesticide were still inside.
Should he drink them?
The system reappeared before his eyes.
[Host: Fang Qingyun]
[Strength: 6]
[Speed: 5]
[Constitution: 4]
[Spirit: 4]
[Origin: 15]
Strength, speed, even spirit were easy to understand.
The key was constitution!
He had a risky plan.
But if anything went wrong, he was as good as dead.
Last time he got hit by a car, he’d run into two accidents.
First, he’d been unconscious—no matter how much his origin increased, he couldn’t use it.
Second, there had been a traffic jam.
If it had lasted five minutes longer, he’d have been off to see the King of Hell.
Should he gamble?
“Sigh!”
Fang Qingyun let out a long, melancholy sigh.
As a transmigrator, to live out his days in such mediocrity—he just couldn’t accept it.
Especially not in a world so dangerous, yet so dazzling.
How could he not stir up a little trouble?
Minghua Apartments.
Building 1, 16th floor, Apartment 3.
Fang Qingyun had just stepped in the door when he froze.
A plain-dressed woman was standing before the mirror, fixing her hair.
She looked no more than twenty, breathtakingly beautiful, with a tall, elegant figure.
Even her loose clothes couldn’t hide her curves.
A hidden beauty in a golden house?
A fairy from a snail’s shell?
Nonsense!
He lived alone—he knew it!
A wicked smile twisted across Fang Qingyun’s face. “So, there’s finally someone home. Little lady, don’t you think it’s time you paid me back the money you owe? My big brother’s waiting for my call.”
The woman before the mirror hesitated briefly.
Fang Qingyun turned and ran.
As he fled, he whipped out his phone.
Give him one second—he could dial the number and toss the phone away.
The next instant, he’d be out the door.
If she chased the phone, he’d escape.
If she chased him, the call would go through to Zhao Junhong.
With their tacit understanding, even if the call was cut off instantly, he’d know something was wrong.
Snap!
Suddenly, a white cord coiled around Fang Qingyun’s ankle.
With a loss of balance, he crashed heavily to the floor.
At the same time, another white cord lashed out, smashing his phone to pieces.
The woman gave a silvery laugh. “Quick reflexes, little guy, but too bad you’re just an ordinary human. If you were a warrior, I might actually have been in trouble.”
Fang Qingyun summoned all his strength and shouted, “Who are you? Don’t you know where this is? The army barracks are only three hundred meters away!”
The woman laughed even harder. “You can scream all you want, but your voice won’t carry.”
Fang Qingyun glanced at the windows and door.
Sure enough, both were shrouded in a faint purple mist.
His face fell. “Sister, beautiful sister, I have elderly parents and young children to support—my cash and valuables are all in the hidden compartment in the guest room. If it’s money you’re after, take it—just let me live, please?”
The woman walked gracefully over to him, studying him with interest.
She had large, clear eyes—almost as if they could speak.
But deep within them was a cold indifference.
A disregard for life itself.
Under that gaze, Fang Qingyun felt icy cold.
The woman sighed. “What a clever little fellow. Money? Heh, you know very well I’m not here for money. I am—a demon!”
Her eyes suddenly turned violet, two sharp fangs showing at the corners of her lips.
Her hands began to elongate and sharpen.
A layer of chitin appeared on her skin.
“A ghost!”
Fang Qingyun shrieked, trying to feign unconsciousness.
A far more piercing scream drowned out his own.
At the doorway, two burly men who had just entered—knives in hand—were staring at the woman in abject terror.
“What the…” The woman eyed Fang Qingyun suspiciously. “Your big brother?”
Fang Qingyun seized the chance to shout, “Brother, now’s the time! This is the demon we’re after—”
Bang! Bang!
Before he could finish, the two men dropped to their knees before the woman, trembling.
As for their knives...
Where were they?
Where had they gone?
Some kind of magic trick?
Fang Qingyun: “…”
“Spare us, fair lady!”
“Forgive us! We only wanted to steal something!”
The two hulking brutes, tears and snot streaming down their faces, kept shrieking in terror.
Who would believe such sharp, high-pitched cries came from men covered in savage beast tattoos?
“Silence!”
The woman barked, glaring coldly. “What are you doing here?”
Her presence here was no coincidence.
She’d checked—only an eighteen-year-old boy lived here.
These two had come by chance?
The thug’s lips trembled, but he dared not speak.
“Hmph.” The woman flicked her wrist, and the cord in her hand whipped through the air.
One man’s head flew from his shoulders.
Blood spurted like a fountain, splattering Fang Qingyun’s face.
He shuddered all over.
It was the first time he’d seen a corpse.
A torrent of terror surged through him.
Yet strangely, amid his fear, his mind remained clear.
His thoughts kept turning, methodical and sharp.
He noticed the cord the woman used looked a lot like spider silk.
Combined with her bodily transformations, a single word surfaced in his mind… Arachnid!
A demon of the spider clan.
“Ahhh!”
The surviving man shrieked in terror.
The woman shot him a frosty glare, a hint of murderous intent in her eyes.
The scream ceased instantly.
“Speak!”
The man babbled, words tumbling out, “We’ve had our eye on this boy for a while. Since he lives alone, we thought we’d make some quick money.”
A simple burglary?
The woman didn’t believe it for a second.
The man wailed, “It’s true! It was spur of the moment. We saw him clutching his pocket with that serious look—must’ve been something valuable.”
“Anyone living in this complex is rich. Their treasures are bound to be worth a fortune!”
Fang Qingyun: “…”
The woman turned her cold gaze on him. “Is that so? I’m curious myself—what’s your little treasure? Not some kind of weapon, I hope? Hand it over!”
Fang Qingyun: “…”