In a room filled with various experimental instruments, a young man lay motionless on a medical bed, his consciousness long gone.
Beside the bed stood a man who appeared to be a doctor, his eyes fixed on the data displayed on the computer screen. “Absolutely perfect,” he murmured.
An assistant wheeled over a small cart, and the man picked up a test tube from it. After a quick inspection, he injected its contents into the young man’s bloodstream.
The liquid inside the tube was blood—but not red. It was a murky, grayish-black.
“Professor, is this ‘God’s Blood’ really as miraculous as they say? Can it truly bring the dead back to life?” the assistant couldn’t help but ask.
Without turning around, the man continued his work. “Why do you think it’s called God’s Blood? Especially when it comes from an ancient evil deity who rules over malevolent souls.”
The assistant nodded, though only half-understanding, and stared intently at the young man on the bed.
Suddenly, the young man’s brow twitched.
“Professor, he moved!”
“Mhm. Movement means the soul grafting has initially succeeded. Now we just wait for him to wake up fully.”
The process seemed so straightforward that the assistant suddenly felt like, with the right materials, even he could do it.
Time passed minute by minute, yet neither of them left the young man’s side, monitoring every step of his awakening.
Then, with a groan, the young man on the bed began convulsing, his eyes wide with terror.
“Nan… Nan…” He pointed at the ceiling, his throat gurgling unnervingly.
“Two basins,” the professor said, extending a hand. The assistant quickly handed them over, but the professor only took one.
Gag—HURK!
A torrent of black blood spewed from the young man’s mouth and nose, splashing into the basin along with chunks of what looked like shredded flesh.
The vomiting didn’t stop for a long time.
By the time it did, the young man’s abdomen had sunken inward, as if he’d expelled his own organs.
The professor personally disposed of the contents of the basin, then patted the assistant’s back reassuringly. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to the vomiting eventually.”
The assistant internally screamed What the hell?! Finally, he understood why the professor had asked for two basins—the other one was clearly meant for him. Ugh…
The professor examined the young man’s condition closely, only nodding in satisfaction when he saw the undulating movement beneath his skin. “Success.”
Yet his expression showed no excitement, as if this were just another routine task.
The assistant, meanwhile, emptied his stomach of lunch, then breakfast, then dinner, until all that was left was bitter bile.
Haaah…
He exhaled shakily and looked back at the young man, who now appeared completely normal, his stomach no longer hollow.
“Professor, he…”
“A mortal body is beneath a god’s notice. Naturally, modifications had to be made—even if this was already an A-grade vessel.”
The assistant paled, but the thought of one day doing such incredible work like his professor made him smirk.
Whack!
The professor’s palm smacked the back of the assistant’s head without mercy. “Stop daydreaming. Stick to being an assistant—this work isn’t for you.”
His tone left no room for argument.
“…Okay.” The assistant reluctantly nodded, though dissatisfaction lingered.
The professor sighed, his eyes heavy with complexity.
“Xiao Hao, remember what I’ve told you. As long as you stay away from these things, you still have a chance to live a normal life. Otherwise, you’re finished.”
The assistant stayed silent.
In the small lab, wet, squelching sounds filled the air as grotesque, shadowy tendrils writhed from the young man’s body, twisting like living things.
“Thank you for your hard work, Doctor,” the young man said, retracting the tendrils and bowing.
“Be more careful next time. Don’t recklessly reveal your true form—this A-grade vessel wasn’t easy to procure.”
The young man acknowledged the warning and left the lab, shooting Xiao Hao a sinister grin on his way out.
“That guy calls himself the ‘Soul Immortal.’ More like a ‘Ghost Immortal,'” the professor sneered. “Died twice in ten years, and this time, he got taken down by an A-rank.”
Xiao Hao knew better than to laugh along—his status was nowhere near his professor’s. He simply listened, expressionless.
Why won’t he teach me his skills?
He’s so powerful…
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Jingjiang University.
The moment Su Mo returned to campus, Xia Qingqing dragged him back to the dorm, intending to “welcome” him properly.
But things were different now. Su Mo could easily hold his own against all three of them without hurting them—or letting himself be “bullied.” What should’ve been a three-on-one turned into a one-sided beatdown.
(Of course, “not hurting them” didn’t mean not retaliating.)
After the brutal “battle,” all three girls clutched their stinging backsides, faces twisted in pain.
It hurts! (꒦ິ⌓꒦ີ)*
Yin Xiaowan: “You’re so cruel, wuuu…”
Xia Qingqing: “You evil woman! How could you hit so hard? Sniffle…”
Lin Rou: “I want to be a superhuman too! Just wait till I get stronger—I’ll spank you back!” (wipes tears)
Su Mo rolled his eyes. “If you’re weak, train harder. Don’t just run your mouths.”
Naturally, Su Mo was “ostracized” after that. The trio demanded compensation—in the form of him cooking for them.
Pfft. Just a meal? Easy.
But then they got greedy, asking him to attend classes with them, join club activities, even help them flirt with guys…
Su Mo promptly “educated” them with his fists.
Still, he did go to class—after all, he’d barely attended any proper lectures since becoming a “student.”
Though they had special privileges (like no risk of failing), life was meant to be experienced.
Su Mo decided to take it easy for a couple of days, using the time to fully recover from his injuries.
As a result, topics like “Mystery Campus Belle Makes a Comeback!” and “The Ice Queen Isn’t So Cold Anymore?” flooded Jingjiang University’s forums, dominating the trending list for days.
And with the buzz came a wave of overconfident guys, each declaring their intent to win the school beauty’s heart.
Su Mo scrolled through the forum, finding no shortage of such posts:
[Username: Won’t Change My Name Until I Get the Belle]
I, Huang Yankun, solemnly swear: If I don’t win over the campus belle, I’ll wash my hair upside down for a month—LIVE. (Note: My Douyin ID is 5437… Feel free to follow for updates.)
[Username: Leave Her for Ye Xiao]
Let’s be real, average-looking guys with no background, stop embarrassing yourselves. Do you really think you stand a chance with Belle Ye? Are you as handsome as me? As rich?
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[Comment by Society’s Big Bro Wang: “Damn, this guy’s insufferable. Boys, let’s find him and teach him a lesson!”]
[Reply by You Surrender Yet?: “And who the hell are you?”]
[Reply by Fruit Warrior: “You’re just asking to get flamed. Belle Ye is my bro’s girl—anyone who tries to steal her will answer to me! FRUIT ARMOR, ACTIVATE!”]
[Reply by Cosmic Ultraman: “@Fruit Warrior Count me in! THE POWER OF LIGHT!”]
[Reply by Emperor Armor: “@Fruit Warrior I’ll fight for my bro too! ARMOR, MERGE!”]
Su Mo’s eye twitched. Just as he was about to log off, a new reply popped up—and his face instantly lit up.
[Reply by Old Man from Dorm 206: “@Fruit Warrior @Cosmic Ultraman @Emperor Armor My sons have worked hard! Your father is moved! (￣y▽￣)~“]*