"Crack!" I punched the skinny senior right on the chin. I could clearly see his jaw dislocate and deform from the blow!

He didn’t stop there—after his jaw twisted, his eyes rolled back. Then, like his soul had fled, he went limp and collapsed straight to the ground. Unlike the burly senior still rolling around, he was out cold.

Two more left!

Bring it on! Watch my spinning kick!

I kicked out, so cool I couldn’t believe it myself. At home, practicing alone, a shut-in like me could barely kick high enough for a groin shot, let alone spin properly.

A perfect 360-degree spin kick—this time, aimed straight at one senior’s face.

That senior jumped in shock, frantically raising his hands to shield his face.

My kick struck like lightning, blocked by his arms, but the force lifted him off his feet. He flew sideways, crashing into another senior and several tables.

"Haven’t you finished yet?" I called to the six still wrestling.

All six froze, staring at me like they’d seen a ghost.

"Holy crap, Xiaobai, are you even human? That was fast!" Lin Xiaopang gaped at me.

"Stop fighting. You three, drag them away and fix the tables. Don’t mess up our Art Department," I told the remaining seniors.

"Yes, yes!" They practically wet themselves, hurrying to carry off the fallen and flee.

We watched them run. "Hey! Xiaobai, how are you so good at fighting?" Lin Xiaopang slapped my shoulder. Zhao Jianwen and Qin Hui walked over, unharmed. "You guys were just messing around, huh?"

"I’ve practiced martial arts," I lied again.

"What kind makes you that strong?" Lin Xiaopang asked.

"No time. I’m starving after that workout. Gotta eat." I waved and headed out of the classroom.

"Xiaobai, not joining us?" Zhao Jianwen called.

"Nah, eating at my apartment. Bye." I left. Starving since yesterday after chatting with Yeping—that woman’s only useful tip was that only lamb, pork, or beef fills me up. And her "danger"? Sending a few idiots to beat me?

"Hello? HQ? I’ve found something—a student at Dongchuan Guang University..." After we left, a man hidden in the corridor quietly made a call.

The real danger was just beginning.

School cafeteria.

"What’ll you have, young man?" the cafeteria auntie asked.

"Four pork chops."

"Young man, how can you eat only meat? No veggies? That’s unhealthy!"

"I’m not eating it all myself. Can’t I share?"

"Then order some greens too. Giving only meat isn’t right."

"You nag more than my mom." I grabbed a giant chicken cutlet rice and fled. I found a seat and devoured it—I was starving.

"Hmm, it really fills me up," I muttered. After eating, I headed home.

Walking back, I thought: since Xiaowu killed and resurrected me, my body changed. A small Spider Spike grew on my back, and my strength improved without me noticing. Even my dynamic vision sharpened—the skinny senior’s punches looked like slow motion during the fight.

"I could go masked like Spider-Man to save beauties," I joked to myself. Honestly, I felt a little happy. Gaining powers suddenly, like an anime protagonist.

I reached my apartment building.

Hmm? Something was off. I’d walked the whole street without seeing a single person. I glanced around—the wonton shop was closed this early. Only the supermarket was open, but empty inside, no cashier.

"What’s this? A zombie outbreak?"

I entered the lobby. No one on the first floor. No human presence—not just empty hallways, but I sensed all six rooms were vacant. Seriously abnormal.

Don’t ask how I knew. A mutation ability, like Wuxiaowu’s Mind Reading.

Second floor—same silence, no one in any room.

Early morning, and it felt like a horror movie. Third and fourth floors? Deserted.

Fifth floor—I finally sensed someone. Not here. On the sixth. Precisely in front of my room, 603.

They were after me!

I stood at the fifth-floor stairwell. Should I go up? I didn’t know how they cleared the area, but this must be Yeping’s "danger." I sensed people through a vague aura—and I felt the killing intent from my door. Deeply hidden, but unmistakable.

"Huff!" I took a deep breath. I couldn’t run. I had to know why! I stepped onto the stairs to the sixth floor.

I pressed against the wall, peeking toward my place. Ugh—a filthy homeless man stood at my door, hunched and motionless, carrying a guitar case that looked absurd on him.

"You’re here," he said flatly from my doorway.

"Who are you?" Spotted. No choice. I stepped out, keeping a safe distance.

"I am the Judge. I’ve come to take your life." He turned, face covered in stubble and grime.

The Judge? What was that? And Yeping’s Mimics?

"So you’re here to kill me? Why?"

"Why? I’ve killed so many inferior mutants—none asked why. Humans killing monsters is natural!"

"Hey, Lang Laosan! Found prey and didn’t tell us? Do you follow rules?" An arrogant voice echoed from the stairwell.

Huh? Bad! Three people approached behind me—his partners. Escape was impossible; my retreat was cut off.

I glanced back: a suited salaryman, a high school girl, and a punk teen—the speaker. All carried mismatched gear: the salaryman and punk had guitar cases, the girl held two violin cases.

"What’re you staring at? Want to die?" the punk yelled, pointing at me.

"With that outfit, do you walk streets without getting beaten?" I shot him a cold look.

"You punk! Boss, Lang Laosan, leave him to me!"

"Wait, Xiao Ai—scan his level first!" The salaryman held back the punk, who was about to open his case.

"Yes." Xiao Ai snapped a photo with her waist-hung DSLR—I knew it wasn’t ordinary.

"One mutation point, slight strength boost. E-grade inferior mutant," she reported.

"E-grade? Xiao Fei, take him. Xiao Ai, cover him. No escape," the salaryman ordered.

"Yes!" Xiao Fei and Xiao Ai replied.

"Lang Laosan, agree?" the salaryman called.

"Fine. Training for rookies." The homeless man leaned against my door, ready to watch.

"You treat me like I’m already dead!" I shouted. Ignored this long, even the Buddha would lose his temper!