166: Chapter 166: Class Begins

The fifteen-day deadline had nearly expired.

Inside Villa 079.

Lin Yuan returned to the real world.

The ecosystem within his Divine Realm had taken shape, and the various subjects had found their respective niches over a thousand years of evolution.

Continuing to bury himself in cultivation would only result in diminishing returns; it was meaningless.

He stood up and walked into the bathroom to take a shower.

After changing into clean loungewear, he collapsed onto the soft bed.

He closed his eyes.

There was no Law deduction, no resonance of Divine Power.

He emptied his mind and let the drowsiness wash over him.

Balancing work and rest yields twice the result with half the effort.

Remaining constantly tense while acting as a high and mighty deity makes it very easy to lose one's original self over endless eons.

Occasionally shedding the halo of divinity and returning to a human state is highly beneficial for stabilizing the Sea of Consciousness.

Lin Yuan slept soundly.

The next morning.

The star key emitted a punctual low hum.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes, his gaze clear.

The Divine Power within his body had undergone a spontaneous refinement during his sleep, flowing more smoothly and effortlessly.

He pushed open the door and headed toward the circular lecture hall of the High-Risk Class Three.

He pushed open the classroom door.

Half the seats were already filled.

Lin Yuan stopped at the entrance and surveyed the room.

Silence. Absolute silence.

No one was talking; even the sound of breathing was deliberately suppressed.

The air was permeated with a stench of blood that could not be washed away.

Over the past half-month, this group of people had experienced a true mountain of corpses and sea of blood.

The Law fluctuations on everyone were unstable, sometimes introverted, sometimes rampant.

Lin Yuan's expression remained normal.

Those who could sit here were all bloodthirsty madmen to the bone.

He stepped up the stairs and returned to his seat to sit down.

A few minutes later, the sound of unsteady footsteps came from the back door of the classroom.

Bai Ye leaned against the doorframe, stumbling in with every step.

His signature flashy white trench coat was as wrinkled as dried vegetables, and his dark circles were a bruised black.

He shuffled over next to Lin Yuan, collapsed into the chair, and let out a long, heavy breath.

Lin Yuan turned his head and glanced at him.

This kid usually couldn't keep his mouth shut, but today, he rarely didn't initiate a conversation.

Lin Yuan probed slightly with his Mental Energy, his eyes flickering.

On the surface, Bai Ye looked extremely weak, unable to even stand steadily.

But deep within his body lay a massive and pure power of the Dark Law.

The density of this power had increased several times over compared to three days ago, vaguely touching the threshold of some qualitative change.

Clearly, this guy had used some exaggerated external resources in a very short time to forcibly complete the ascension of his Divine Realm and subjects.

His current weakness was just a side effect of his body being unable to fully bear the burden.

"Pay-to-win dog." Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze.

Everyone had trump cards; there was no need to delve into them.

Bang!

The front door of the classroom was kicked open.

Everyone's eyes converged there.

Yan Lie stood at the entrance.

The special combat suit he wore had been reduced to rags, and he was covered in bandages.

Large patches of dark red blood seeped out from under the bandages.

His left eye was swollen high, and his right arm was fixed with an energy splint, hanging around his neck.

He was the only person in the class today who had come to class seriously injured.

Yan Lie ignored the strange looks from the room, his only remaining eye scanning the classroom quickly.

Upon seeing Lin Yuan, his eyes lit up, and he rushed over.

"Lin Yuan!"

Yan Lie stood in front of Lin Yuan's desk and slammed his only remaining hand onto the tabletop.

"I'm back!"

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair, looking at him expressionlessly.

Yan Lie took a deep breath, and even though moving his wounds made him wince in pain, he maintained an impassioned tone:

"You won this time! I admit it!"

He puffed out his chest, causing the bandages on his body to tear, letting more blood seep out.

"I was careless! That alien lord of the Platinum plane actually hid their strength and triggered the geothermal vein at the very last moment!"

Yan Lie clenched his fist, his eyes burning with an inextinguishable flame.

"My Lava Giant legion suffered over half casualties, and I was severely injured, missing the best opportunity to take the plane core."

"Because of this accident, my academic credits will definitely be behind yours this time. You take the class monitor position; I'm convinced!"

He leaned in close to Lin Yuan, his voice deafening.

"But I believe that a temporary setback cannot determine the final outcome! True powerhouses are reborn from the flames in adversity!"

"A man's medals are the scars on his body! These pains will only make me stronger!"

"Just you wait, Lin Yuan! One day, I will bring a brand new lava army and defeat you fair and square!"

"The journey to the sea of stars has only just begun!"

His words were sonorous and impassioned.

The other students in the classroom looked at Yan Lie, their eyes filled with indescribably complex emotions.

Chu Xiaoxiao on the left adjusted her black-rimmed glasses, lowered her head to record a set of data on her terminal, and then shook her head.

The melancholy man in the corner was too lazy to even flip his coin, simply closing his eyes.

Hopeless.

This was the unanimous evaluation of Yan Lie by the whole class.

How did such an idiot, whose brain was full of muscles and lines from hot-blooded manga, survive until now?

However, the gazes directed at Lin Yuan contained a bit more deep wariness.

Over the past half-month, they had each been fighting earth-shatteringly in alien planes, exhausting all their trump cards.

They had thought they could secure the position of class monitor.

But now it seemed that Lin Yuan, this commoner Prodigy, was the biggest variable.

Listening to Yan Lie's grandiloquent words, Lin Yuan only felt a headache.

He cast his gaze past Yan Lie, toward Bai Ye, who was playing dead on the side.

Yan Lie's injuries and the loss of over half his lava legion.

One could guess with their toes that he had been miserably tricked by that old schemer, Bai Ye.

Yan Lie charged into battle, and Yan Lie took the blame and blocked the knives.

All the benefits were quietly snatched away by Bai Ye's undead army from behind.

What was most ridiculous was that Yan Lie had been sold out, yet he still thought it was his own carelessness, standing here delivering an impassioned speech.

Lin Yuan looked at Bai Ye.

Bai Ye noticed Lin Yuan's gaze and slowly opened his eyes.

He guiltily avoided Yan Lie's gaze and squeezed out an ugly, sheepish smile at Lin Yuan.

He returned to his usual scummy appearance.

He leaned into Lin Yuan's ear, lowered his voice, and said in a volume only the two of them could hear: "An accident, purely an accident."

"Those aliens didn't follow the martial code; they launched a sneak attack."

"I did this to train Brother Yan Lie's stress resistance; you have to believe me."

Lin Yuan chuckled twice.

At this point, you couldn't even believe the punctuation in this bastard's words.

He withdrew his gaze, too lazy to pay attention to these two clowns.

Time passed minute by minute.

Ten minutes had passed since the class time notified on the star key.

The podium was empty.

The homeroom teacher, Instructor Wen Muxue, hadn't arrived.

The atmosphere in the classroom began to become restless.

Those who could sit here were all top Prodigies from various provinces, with arrogance soaring to the skies in their bones.

Having spent the last half-month testing the edges of life and death, they had just returned with a body full of Evil Qi and were waiting for credit settlement and promotions.

As a result, the homeroom teacher was late.

"What is this supposed to mean?" A boy in the front row, surrounded by Wind Law, snorted coldly and tapped his desk impatiently.

"On the first day of school, she didn't even say a human word and threw us directly into plane wars."

"Now that it's the day for settlement, she's gone again."

"Is this the quality of instructors at Starry Sky University?" Another girl chimed in, her tone carrying obvious dissatisfaction.

"Even less reliable than us students; can such a person really teach us anything?"

Complaints began to spread throughout the classroom.

The Prodigies' emotions were already under high pressure; a single spark could set them off.

"How about we go directly to the Academic Affairs Office to provide feedback?" someone suggested.

"Or we could go find her in the instructor's office; we can't just waste time here."

Just as a few people were about to get up.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sound of high heels stepping on the floor came from the end of the corridor.

The complaints in the classroom stopped abruptly.

The temperature plummeted.

Terrifying Evil Qi, impossible to describe in words, poured into the classroom.

The few students closest to the door turned pale, their bodies trembling.

The Divine Power within their bodies was like mice encountering a natural predator in the face of this Evil Qi, shrinking into their divine fire, unable to even circulate.

Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

Such heavy Killing Intent.

It was thousands, tens of thousands of times more intense than the combined total of the twenty-eight people in the classroom.

At the door, Instructor Wen Muxue walked in.

She was still wearing a well-tailored dark black professional suit today.

Her long hair was tied back, and she wore silver earrings.

Intellectual, beautiful, and aloof.

But now, no one dared to admire her beauty.

On the collar of her white shirt, there was a drop of undried dark purple mucus.

The aura emanating from it made all the demigods present feel uncomfortable on a Soul level.

Instructor Wen Muxue walked to the podium, threw the lesson plan in her hand onto the table, and looked at the crowd below.

Her eyes were cold, and her whole body was written with the displeasure of having her mood disturbed.

Why did the half-month pass so quickly?

Instructor Wen Muxue complained in her heart.

She had just spent the last half-month fighting her way through the Abyss defense line of the Seventh Star Gate.

She found the lair of the half-step Main God-level Void Realm broodmother that had bitten Chen Lie to pieces and slaughtered all of the broodmother's hundreds of billions of offspring.

She was just preparing to drag that broodmother out and slice it into raw worm sashimi to offer as a sacrifice for that unlucky guy, Chen Lie.

As a result, she had only killed halfway.

Starry Sky University's mandatory recall order was sent to her star key.

Because the half-month deadline had arrived, she had to come back to teach this group of freshmen.

"None of you are dead yet, right!"