Chapter 169: My Dao Heart Shattered, I Really Don't Know How to Solve This Problem!
"Help... Why is the answer to this question C!"
Inside the dream exam hall, the originally murderous agent from the Tianli Research Institute, "Shadow Pupil," was currently clutching his head, letting out a shrill plea.
In front of him, the originally pristine white exam paper had turned a terrifying deep red.
Every question was like a complex forbidden spell rune, dancing wildly in his brain and churning his Sea of Consciousness.
[Question: Given that the Abyssal Empress's Waking Up Anger is inversely proportional to the host's sleep quality, when the host is woken up by an assassin, please calculate the probability of the assassin's ancestral graves being dug up.]
[Options: A. 100% B. 200% C. Never to be reincarnated D. Become a floor tile.]
"I choose C! I choose C!" Shadow Pupil screamed frantically.
"Wrong!"
Jiang Chen, standing at the podium, slammed his hand on the table. The pajamas he was wearing somehow exuded the majestic aura of a "Dean of Students."
"The standard answer is D! Not only are you going to die, but you are also going to be turned into a floor tile for Cloud Top Villa! Not only is there no logic, but you also don't respect my craftsmanship!"
Jiang Chen casually grabbed the size 43 purple mental slipper from the table, flickered, and instantly appeared in front of Shadow Pupil.
"Slap!!!"
This sound exploded directly in the depths of Shadow Pupil's Soul.
That feeling was as if ten thousand mammoths had trampled over his Divine Sense simultaneously.
Shadow Pupil felt the world go black. His originally resilient Great Grandmaster-level mental defense cracked open a huge fissure under that single slap of the slipper.
"Ah—! My Divine Sense! My Dao Heart!"
Shadow Pupil screamed, discovering that his cultivation was actually shrinking.
Every time he was hit, his intelligence and sanity were being extracted by some indescribable force.
"Second question, fill-in-the-blank: When you launch a sneak attack while others are sleeping, your behavior is judged as 'lacking class.' Please write down one thousand ways to die for 'lacking class.' For every wrong word, you get an extra set of 'Huanggang Secret Exam Papers.'"
Jiang Chen yawned and sat back down in the invigilator's seat, his eyelids drooping, appearing as though he might fall back asleep at any moment.
But this was precisely the moment these agents feared the most.
Because the sleepier Jiang Chen was, the more absurd the rules in the dream became, and the more perverted the questions were.
"Captain, I... I can't take it anymore..."
Beside him, a cyborg team member's eyes had completely lost focus.
On the exam paper in front of him, all the guilty deeds he had committed in his life were emerging, each one turning into an extremely difficult geometry problem.
"This question is asking for the movement trajectory of the orphan's ghost after I killed him... I can't calculate it! I really can't calculate it!"
The team member frantically clawed at his metal face, producing a teeth-grinding friction sound.
"Slap!"
Another slipper landed with precision.
"Noise disturbs exam discipline, muted for three hours."
Jiang Chen pointed casually, and the team member's mouth actually disappeared, turning into a smooth patch of skin.
Shadow Pupil looked at his companion's miserable state and fell into utter despair.
He realized that this dream was not just torturing their spirits, but destroying the logic of their existence.
In Jiang Chen's Domain, all his strength, stealth, and killing techniques were defined as "cheating," rejected by the Laws of this world.
"Jiang Chen... what kind of monster are you..." Shadow Pupil's hand trembled as he tried to write the answer on that endless exam paper.
Meanwhile, outside the barracks in the real world.
Regiment Commander Lei Heng, accompanied by Xiao Jian and several trusted subordinates, stood outside the cordon with a grave expression.
"Regiment Commander, look at the flow of the air..." Xiao Jian pushed up his glasses, his voice extremely low, his eyes filled with awe. "The Spiritual Qi above the barracks has formed a closed-loop vortex. This kind of Formation... I have never seen it in the ancient records of the Great Xia."
Lei Heng took a deep breath. He could feel an extremely obscure yet incredibly domineering fluctuation surging inside the room.
"It's not a Formation." As a veteran Grandmaster of the Third Rank, Lei Heng's perception was deeper. "That is 'Status Deprivation.' The air inside is undergoing a qualitative change due to some kind of will. I just tried to probe with a wisp of Divine Sense, and before that wisp even entered the room, I felt an unprecedented... aversion to learning."
"Aversion to learning?" Everyone was stunned.
"That's right, it's that urge to vomit from the depths of your Soul when facing a math exam paper." Lei Heng analyzed with a serious expression. "Consultant Jiang must be casting a long-lost ancient killing Formation—'The Silent Purgatory of Depriving Consciousness'! By doing this, he intends to make the enemy silently and completely lose their ability to think as a 'living being.'"
"Hiss—!"
The surrounding officers gasped.
"As expected of Consultant Jiang! Not only does he target the heart when killing, but he also destroys intelligence!" Lei Heng exclaimed. "Look at those few dark shadows; aren't those the top infiltrators from the Tianli Research Institute? They haven't even been able to let out a fart; they've probably already been refined into nothingness inside."
Xiao Jian nodded in agreement and wrote in his notebook: [Brother Chen's Secret Technique: Suppressing the Souls of ten thousand races with the agony of the sea of learning. Truly terrifying!]
At this moment, on the divine bed in the master bedroom.
Mu Qingxue seemed to be dreaming of something, letting out a barely audible whimper.
Jiang Chen, having just slapped a slipper in his dream, felt the "body pillow" shift, and instinctively pulled his arms in.
"Mmh... why does this air conditioner have an automatic vibration function..."
Jiang Chen mumbled incoherently, rubbing his cheek against Mu Qingxue's cool shoulder.
This rub caused the Laws within the dream to run wild once again.
"Due to the invigilator's mood suddenly improving, the difficulty of the following questions is increased tenfold!"
Shadow Pupil in the dream heard this voice, felt a sweetness in his throat, and sprayed a mouthful of blood onto the exam paper.
"Tenfold... This question asks for the 'non-linear relationship between the Empress's measurements and space collapse'... Jiang Chen! Just kill me! Even if God came, He couldn't solve this kind of question!"
"Slap!!!"
The final slipper, carrying the force of thunder, completely shattered Shadow Pupil's last barrier of consciousness.
"Exam over. Everyone... failed."
In reality.
Three ghost-like figures in black fell stiffly in front of the bed.
Their bodies were intact, and their heartbeats had not even stopped.
But if a Divine Sense expert were to probe them now, they would discover with horror that although their brain structures remained, all logic, memory, and even the instinct to survive had been forcibly erased, leaving only a void.
They had become... idiots who could only drool.
[Ding! Detected three "pieces of junk" seriously occupying bedroom space.]
[System automatic cleaning program initiated.]
[Due to the host being in high-quality sleep, the overflowing Mental Energy has converted the targets into "automatic purifiers."]
The bodies of the three idiot agents suddenly emitted a faint purple light and actually began to automatically absorb the Impurities and odors in the room, while also serving as human soundproofing panels.
The first ray of morning sunlight spilled into the barracks.
Jiang Chen slowly opened his eyes. The first thing that came into view was Mu Qingxue's sleeping face, close at hand, carrying a hint of shyness and serenity.
He looked to his left, embracing Su Qingyue; he looked to his right, holding Mu Qingxue; and under his feet, he was stepping on the nine tails of the fox Saintess.
"Mmh... as expected, a bigger bed is comfortable."
Jiang Chen sighed, then looked at the three agents on the floor who were giggling at the wall.
"Yo, when did I get three cleaners? The service attitude of the Tianli Research Institute has improved."
He closed his eyes again, and surrounded by the two women, he re-entered that sweet dream about "Empress Massage."