Chapter 9: Hell?

Magnificent!

As the spatial gate suddenly opened, Fang Qingyun’s mind was left with only one word.

He stared at the gate, lips pressed tightly together, his eyes ablaze.

This was a world mysterious and profound.

Here dwelled beings capable of destroying heaven and earth.

There were kings who ruled over all.

And bloodthirsty demons whose hunger knew no bounds.

Having arrived in such a world—how could one live in peace?

As a man blessed with a system, he was determined to become the master of heaven and earth.

Becoming a warrior was merely the first step.

The teachers began distributing secret treasures, and the school had also prepared a vast array of weapons for the students.

Blades, spears, staves, even firearms—everything was available.

Most opted for guns.

For ordinary people, the destructive power of firearms was unmatched.

Although the number of bullets was limited, their time in the secret realm would not be long!

Fang Qingyun and Zhao Junhong made their choices as well.

Their selections were surprisingly identical: a blade and a gun.

The difference lay in Fang Qingyun’s preference for a slender Miaodao—a two-handed sword.

Zhao Junhong chose a standard single-handed blade.

“You picked that one?” Zhao Junhong hesitated. “Did you forget about the gravity in the secret realm?”

Fang Qingyun’s strength was not greater than his own, yet he had chosen a two-handed sword while Zhao himself had selected a normal blade.

Fang Qingyun smiled faintly. “I know what I’m doing—don’t worry.”

“Alright.”

Seeing Fang Qingyun’s confidence, Zhao Junhong said no more.

“Go in!”

A loud shout rang out, and everyone lined up in groups, entering the spatial gate one after another.

“Positions are assigned randomly. Once inside, stay calm. Don’t make reckless choices,” Old Li reminded them once more.

Other teachers gave their favored students final instructions.

The principal said nothing, simply watching in silence.

Just as the gate erupted in light and drew them all in, Fang Qingyun suddenly acted, stuffing the magic potion into Zhao Junhong’s arms.

It was part of his plan—he wouldn’t give him a chance to refuse.

Now, his constitution surpassed Zhao Junhong’s, his strength was greater, and he had spare origin points. If he used them all, he’d even exceed the average warrior.

He truly had no need for the potion.

Nor did he wish to affect Zhao Junhong’s chance at becoming a warrior because of himself.

Yet, to his bewilderment, Old Li suddenly handed him a slip of paper and a small bottle.

At the same time, Zhao Junhong pressed a small bottle into his hands.

They all noticed each other’s actions.

For a moment, all three were stupefied.

Especially Fang Qingyun, who looked at the two, confused.

What was this? A three-way exchange?

He hadn’t realized he had such good relations.

Swish!

The light flared, and everyone was drawn inside.

The principal and teachers glanced oddly at Old Li.

Quite lively.

What were they up to? Was it a coordinated gesture, a friendly farewell, or a parting gift?

“Ahem!” The principal cleared his throat and said to the teachers, “Let’s head to the monitoring room.”

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Heavy!

When Fang Qingyun regained his senses, his first feeling was heaviness.

Yet, at this moment, his strength had reached seven points, his constitution ten points—already approaching the level of a warrior.

This heaviness posed some influence, but nothing more.

He moved his body back and forth. “Not just three hours—even three months here wouldn’t be a problem.”

“However…”

He looked around, brow furrowed.

A poor start!

Fang Qingyun found himself in the midst of a forest.

Surrounded by towering trees.

Each one was over two meters thick, thrusting skyward.

Underfoot, dense wild grass grew in abundance.

With his sharp hearing, Fang Qingyun could discern the sound of flowing water—and the heavy breathing of some creature.

“Could it be I’ve encountered someone from the field army? Would anyone be so bold?”

Fang Qingyun chuckled, slowly drawing his blade.

Truthfully, he would have preferred to appear in a desert, atop a glacier, or even at the mouth of a volcano.

Sparse life, harsh environment—the worse, the better.

He wasn’t settling down for the long term.

Such lush forest, teeming with thriving life, screamed danger.

For example, the dense grass underfoot—at least half a meter high, perfect for hiding a few venomous snakes.

Carefully, Fang Qingyun moved toward the source of the breathing.

What he saw left him gaping.

Two ducks!

Two enormous ducks, each over three meters tall, engaged in a wild tussle.

But that wasn’t the main point.

The real shock was—both were male.

“My god, this is eye-searing!”

Fang Qingyun’s face darkened; he felt a sudden urge to put an end to their antics with a bullet.

Had there been a female duck among them, he might not have been so disturbed.

No sooner had this thought formed than a thunderous sound echoed.

A colossal duck, over five meters tall, charged out, furious, and let out a shrill cry at the two.

This one, too, was male.

“Is this the father or elder brother of one of the ducks? Angry at their neglect of duty?” Fang Qingyun muttered.

What happened next plunged him into despair.

One male duck called out to the newcomer, seemingly explaining and emphasizing something, then both smaller ducks slipped into the embrace of the giant.

A three-way battle began!

Three male ducks!

So the original anger was over his best friend being snatched away.

“Damn it, damn it… How is this even possible? You guys are really something!”

Cursing, Fang Qingyun gripped his gun and moved closer.

“For the sake of a clear blue world!”

“The rabbits must die.”

Fang Qingyun was highly confident in his marksmanship—fed by tens of thousands of rounds a day.

If shooting had ranks, he’d be at least gold-tier.

Bang, bang, bang!

After a quick aim, Fang Qingyun fired three shots without hesitation.

Surprised, he realized the feeling of shooting was entirely different.

As he pulled the trigger, his mind seemed to guide his actions.

He could even see the trajectory of the bullets.

His entire body, muscle and mind, instinctively cooperated.

Gravity was no longer an obstacle.

He had fired the finest three shots of his life.

Quack, quack!

All three bullets struck their mark.

The ducks screeched in agony, rolling madly on the ground.

These ducks clearly bore the blood of demons.

Their skin was tough; ordinary bullets could hit them but not necessarily wound them fatally.

Yet, their vulnerable spots remained.

Even true demons had weaknesses there.

No one could endure the pain of such injury.

Even without severance, the pain was immense!

Seeing the ducks in disarray, Fang Qingyun decisively drew his blade and hurled it.

The blade struck precisely along the rolling path of one duck.

This was another benefit he had discovered after enhancing his mental strength—nearly able to predict the movement of his targets.

Squelch!

Blood gushed forth.

The duck’s eyes widened.

Its throat was cut.

It struggled more fiercely.

It tried to cover the wound, to stem the flow.

But it was futile.

Soon, drained of blood, the duck’s movements stiffened.

The remaining two ducks recovered, their vicious gazes fixed on Fang Qingyun.

“Heh.”

Fang Qingyun stepped forward, pulled out the blade, and stood with a calm, resolute presence. “Come!”

Quack!

A duck screeched, charging at him.

Bang!

Bang!

Two shots rang out; two bullets flew, hitting the same vulnerable spot.

The pain intensified!

The ducks were nearly driven insane.

This human was truly despicable, always aiming for that place.

Now, Fang Qingyun, wielding the Miaodao, rushed forward, blade flashing, and precisely cut the throat of another duck.

Only the strongest duck remained.

Fang Qingyun stared coldly, preparing to engage it in battle.

From the moment he stepped out today, he had been updating his stats, adapting to his new self.

After the recent attacks, Fang Qingyun was certain—he was strong.

His speed and strength far surpassed ordinary humans.

He now belonged to the quasi-warrior category.

These beasts with demon blood were his peers.

As for gravity, it affected both him and the half-demon creatures equally.

What was there to fear?

A duck, wounded by two bullets, gravely injured—he would face it head-on.

Unexpectedly, the duck let out a cry and turned to flee.

Fang Qingyun had just begun to give chase when, suddenly, two balls of light flew from the bodies of the fallen ducks and burrowed into the palm of his left hand.

“What the hell?” Fang Qingyun jumped, quickly inspecting his hand.

He found that his palm, once smooth, now bore a shallow crack.

It looked almost like—a closed eye.

“Devil’s Eye?”

Fang Qingyun was stunned, murmuring, “How can this be? What was that light from the ducks? How could it awaken the Devil’s Eye?”

“Hmm!”

No sooner had he spoken than he grunted.

The pressure intensified!

“Why?”

Fang Qingyun was even more confused. Wasn’t the pressure supposed to increase every hour?

He’d only been here a few minutes.

Was it because of the light from the ducks?

Very likely!

At this moment, Fang Qingyun suddenly recalled the slip of paper Old Li had given him before entering.