Strange Rules: It doesn't matter, the system will take care of it.

The Underworld Academy is located in the heart of the realm of the dead.

Here, the God of Death is the principal, the Dean of Students is the Chief Death "Instant Kill Angel", the security guard is the Second Death "Captain", the floor cleaner is the Tenth Death "Auntie", the board game club president is the Ninth Death "Big Brother", and even ordinary students are Death Gods from various individual universes.

Mr. Chainsaw must be proud to be a homeroom teacher at such a school.

On this day, Mr. Chainsaw went to class as usual.

"Hey! Did you hear? It seems the school is moving."

"Are you kidding me! Is there a place more suitable for our school than the underworld?"

As for the gossip being discussed by the students in the corridor, Mr. Chainsaw, as a member of the school's upper echelons, had already received the news. Because the principal had elbowed three main gods in the competition for seats and achieved a top-ten ranking, the Kingdom of Death was going to move to Universe 42.

"Ugh."

All good things must come to an end.

The thought of leaving the underworld, where he had spent 137 infinite years, made the chainsaw artist a little reluctant.

He could stay, but he didn't want to give up seeing the power of the Infinite Gods.

Just then, someone stopped him and asked, "Excuse me, could you tell me who this admission invitation should be addressed to?"

Unfamiliar faces I've never seen before.

Is this a freshman?

Looking at the young man standing at the door of the anthropology classroom, Mr. Chainsaw, who was already depressed because he was about to leave his homeland, was now filled with an inexplicable anger.

Final exams are almost here, and suddenly a transfer student who knows nothing is being crammed in. This is really putting me in a difficult position!

The chainsaw teacher cleaved the envelope in two with a single saw. He wanted to see which incredibly powerful guy had the ability to get into the Underworld College through connections.

But when he opened the envelope, Mr. Chainsaw was stunned.

Content: This is my brother, let him enroll.

"Issued by: Principal Youmingxing"

"Stamp: New Underworld College"

"Address: Underworld. Pay the boatman silver coins and depart from the River Styx. Pass through the stations of Narcissus Plain, Kingdom of the Dead, Fengdu, Yellow Springs, Land of the Dead, Naroka, and finally disembark at the Old Kingdom of the Dead."

"Date of issuance: 138th infinite year in the underworld."

What the hell?

The chainsaw master thought the guy in front of him had gone mad and was trying to create a new Underworld College.

But after watching it again, Chainsaw-sensei fell silent once more.

Since the address on the letter was correct, and they knew the location of the Death God Kingdom, and hadn't been passively killed by the Chief, it proved that they were one of their own without any malicious intent.

As for the malevolent deity.

The chainsaw teacher never even considered it.

After all, the principal just tore apart three main gods, so who would dare to cause trouble?

Mr. Chainsaw examined the seal on the letter. The name on the seal was wrong, but the style was correct. Anyone who could tell what the seal looked like was at least a teacher like him, that is, a Level 1 Ghost.

There are only a handful of level one monsters.

The chainsaw teacher sniffed the death energy on it and quickly knew who it was: "No wonder it's called Netherworld Star, so it's him. If it's him staying at the campus, it's not surprising, since he doesn't care about anything except eating."

It is now 137 infinite years in the underworld.

But this letter was sent 138 infinite years ago.

Mr. Chainsaw is like a policeman who has caught a criminal and is excited to find that the criminal's ID card is fine, but the date of birth is next year.

"So this is something that will happen in the future."

Mr. Chainsaw went directly to the principal's office, but the office did not exist.

The chief's room number one exists, but it cannot be opened.

Then came number two, number three... The chainsaw-wielding teacher, unable to open any of the doors, realized that the only things present were those near the young man.

"A person from the future, incapable of manifesting multiple gods, the world can only function in places he has been."

"This is the ability to create historical gaps in the spacetime system."

No one but the God of Time and Space and his chosen ones with seats can recreate the Kingdom of Death.

The chainsaw teacher was very surprised.

Is this unassuming guy in front of me actually the chosen one of time and space?

Just as one shouldn't believe that the universal system is common knowledge.

It's common sense not to offend the spacetime system.

Moreover, the Time God is an old friend of the principal, and he helped write many of the course materials.

With that in mind, Mr. Chainsaw immediately approved Chen Feng's application to enroll.

Even though the chainsaw master didn't say anything.

Chen Feng eventually realized something was wrong.

"The level three monsters here are all at the individual level."

"Just how powerful are the level two, level one, and even the special-grade ghosts, which are above level three ghosts?"

"What makes Youmingxing qualified to be the principal of this school?"

after that.

Chen Feng discovered even more problems.

For example, when entering a supernatural universe, the interdimensional travel system did not detect spatial travel.

For example, this place is called the Underworld College, but his application form is for the New Underworld College.

For example, the students here don't know the principal, Youmingxing.

The Netherworld Star has never shown itself.

The eldest brother in Room 9 is not only capable of killing multiple gods, but he can also rescue people from the sealed Universe 42.

All the signs confirmed one fact for Chen Feng: "I went to the wrong school."

Youmingxing shouted in the group chat, "What? You went to the Underworld for your undergraduate degree?"

"No, I'm going to the old school."

"The old school? The old school is in Universe 42, and the principal, the God of Death, has gone mad!"

The Netherworld Star was dumbfounded.

"I went to the old school where the principal hadn't gone mad yet, and I even saw you from the past, Teacher Ge."

Chen Feng's words terrified Youmingxing so much that he fell to the ground.

How did he know my real name?

"Don't underestimate my intelligence network!"

Chen Feng looked at the unconscious birdman in the Savior's hands.

The fallen angel Lia once said that after the God of Death went mad, the Underworld College was taken over by a teacher.

So, which cooking teacher in the Underworld Academy has rusty red skin, a round face, and wrinkles all over her face like the craters on a planet, and a really long tongue, just like the Netherworld Star?

That's so hard to guess.

"Let's talk later, I'm a bit of a glitch right now."

After the group chat ended, Chen Feng asked Gu Long if he wanted to go back to Happiness Internet Cafe with him.

Gu Long said he had to go to the Abyss to gather some people for an elbow-striking competition: "Besides, your sister-in-law is still angry, so I have to go and appease her. Come to the Abyss for dinner sometime."

"Okay, I'll bring the sports students with me then."

"No, no, that won't be necessary."

After bidding farewell to Gu Long.

Chen Feng then remembered to ask the Savior, "The Great Tomb is destroyed, but what about the White Succubus and the Undead King?"

The savior said calmly, "They were killed by the aftershocks."

Then it should be called the King of the Dead now.

Chen Feng asked, "Has the soul been completely disposed of? It won't be resurrected, will it?"

The savior said, "I didn't find its soul; it must have turned into data and returned to its original universe."

"That's pretty good, they got off easy."

"uncertain."

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When the Undead King awoke again, the familiar Skull Throne was gone, the staff in his hand had disappeared, and even his skeletal hands had returned to normal human hands.

"Huh?"

"I've turned into a human?"

"Luredo! Ulbert! Perolo! Elizabeth! Are you there?"

There was no echo in the room.

Only the helmet-shaped dedicated console was broadcasting: "The game ceased operation at 0:00:00. Thank you for your support."

The Undead King seems to know what's going on:

"After I lost and was killed, did I return to the game universe I was in before I was transported here?"

Suddenly, he went from being a powerful demon king back to an ordinary office worker, facing performance targets, heavy workloads that prevented him from going home, and blame from his boss and clients.

Such a drastic change was hard for the Undead King to accept: "I long to return to the Great Tomb."

However, at that moment...

Several portals suddenly appeared in the sky above the city where the Undead King resided, and a group of Balrogs emerged from them:

"Let's capture all the humans on this planet and turn them into human-slaying towers!"