You call me a calamity? But I am Hyper Zetton!

Near No. 7 Middle School, there is an old-style off-campus teachers' building.

In the dimly lit stairwell.

Wang Dehai, carrying a black plastic bag, opened the door to room 303.

I just stepped across the threshold.

A middle-aged woman suddenly reached out and snatched the black plastic bag from his hand.

Wang Dehai frowned, bent down to put on his slippers, and didn't say anything.

Beside the dining table, the woman roughly tore open a plastic bag, and a large piece of bright red raw meat rolled out.

She slammed the bag on the table, her voice shrill: "I told you to collect money, why did you bring back a piece of meat?"

"These days, if you have money, what can't you eat?"

"This meat will spoil in a few days? Are you out of your mind?"

Wang Dehai loosened his tie, unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and said with a sullen expression, "Go get me some snacks to go with my drinks. Today's bad luck, that Wu Bai is asking for leave again. He's a real rotten apple."

The middle-aged woman rolled her eyes, picked up the lump of meat, and went into the kitchen.

He then went back into the bedroom and started looking for his cooking apron.

"Knock knock knock..."

A knock sounded at the door. Wang Dehai, who was about to sit on the sofa, frowned, then stood up and walked towards the door.

Who is it?

There was no answer from outside the door, only another knock.

"Knock knock knock..."

Wang Dehai's hand had already grasped the doorknob, but he suddenly stopped.

"Who is it? Speak up, or I'm calling the police."

Still no response.

An ominous premonition crept into Wang Dehai's heart, and he subconsciously took two steps back, cold sweat pouring down his back.

A knock on the door?

No response?

Something's not right here! Wang Dehai suddenly turned around, wanting to grab his phone from the coffee table in the living room to call the police.

However, the moment he turned around, his blood froze.

A young man was sitting on the living room sofa, unnoticed at some point.

The young man sat with his legs crossed, flipping through a magazine he had taken from the coffee table.

Wang Dehai saw that face clearly.

His expression of terror froze on his face, then turned into disbelief, and finally into a look of utter rage: "Wu Bai? How the hell did you get in here?"

He pointed towards the gate and roared, "Get out of here right now! Do you believe I'll call the police for trespassing?"

"I'll get you expelled from school tomorrow."

"What a good-for-nothing, born without a mother or a father."

Wu Bai closed the magazine and casually tossed it back onto the coffee table.

He pulled a crumpled leave slip from his pocket, held it between two fingers, and waved it at Wang Dehai.

"Teacher Wang, you have a bad memory. I told you I'd come to you tonight to get your signature."

Wu Bai stood up and glanced at the bookshelf, which was filled with various high-end cigarettes and alcohol.

"It seems that Teacher Wang has a lot of 'worries' about his students."

Wang Dehai strode over, his finger almost poking Wu Bai's nose, and said viciously:

"If you dare to tell anyone about this, with my connections, killing you and your sister would be a piece of cake."

He narrowed his eyes, his tone sinister: "At most I'll lose my job, but you and your sister will lose your lives."

Wang Dehai sneered inwardly; these kinds of people from the lower classes with weaknesses were the easiest to manipulate.

As long as you hit his sore spot, you can make him kneel down.

"Yeah?"

Wu Bai lowered his hand, his eyes cold, as if he were looking at an inanimate object.

A tentacle shot out from nowhere, instantly wrapping around Wang Dehai's neck and lifting him off the ground, suspending him in mid-air.

Wang Dehai clung desperately to the tentacles on his neck, his legs kicking wildly in the air, his eyes bulging as he stared at Wu Bai in terror.

"You are... calamity."

The bedroom door was ajar.

The middle-aged woman, who was about to come out, happened to see this scene through the crack in the door.

She covered her mouth tightly, choking back her scream.

She trembled all over, slowly turned around, walked to the wardrobe, opened the door, shrank inside, and then gently closed the door.

Husbands and wives are birds of the same forest, and when disaster strikes, they fly separately.

As she hid, she caught a glimpse of a pair of red underwear out of the corner of her eye.

She quickly crumpled it into a ball and put it in her pocket.

"Old Zhao is really something, leaving his underwear lying around without taking it with him. Wang Dehai doesn't have any red ones. If this is discovered, he'll definitely be exposed."

"However, once Wang Dehai dies, I can take the inheritance and go find Old Zhao myself. I won't have to sneak around anymore."

……

In the living room.

Wang Dehai had landed on the ground, panting heavily, with the tentacles still wrapped around his neck.

On the coffee table, there was a pen and a leave application form.

Wu Bai sat on the sofa expressionlessly, looking down at him.

Wang Dehai shakily got to his feet and knelt on the ground: "I signed... Can you let me go?"

Wu Bai tilted his head, looking at him like he was an idiot: "Sign it, and I'll let you die a quick death."

"If you don't sign, I'll pull out your fingers one by one, then your limbs, and finally your supreme bone."

Upon hearing the words "Supreme Bone," Wang Dehai's last bit of psychological defense collapsed.

"I'll sign, I'll sign."

He picked up the pen and, with trembling hands, wrote his name on the application form.

Wang Dehai put down his pen and looked up at Wu Bai.

The next second, his pupils contracted violently, and he collapsed to the ground.

Wu Bai was gone from the sofa; in his place was a giant cocoon.

"You're actually Hyper Zetton."

He was a teacher.

I know all the sequences by heart, except for the newly introduced Hyper Zetton which I haven't seen before.

"You got it right. Here's your reward: a one-way ticket to the underworld."

The tentacles exerted force suddenly, dragging Wang Dehai into the cocoon.

The crunching sound of chewing rang out.

After a long while, the chewing sound stopped, and the giant cocoon disappeared as well.

Wu Bai stood up, found a bag, and began packing all the valuables in the living room.

After finishing decorating the living room, he carried the bag into the bedroom.

He pulled open the bedside table, rummaged through the bedding, and finally crawled on the floor to pull a shoebox out from under the bed.

Upon opening it, I found 300,000 yuan in neatly arranged cash.

"Splash!"

Pour it all into a woven bag.

Inside the wardrobe, a middle-aged woman was curled up in a ball, her hands tightly covering her mouth and nose, her eyes wide open, not daring to even breathe.

Wu Bai's footsteps passed by the wardrobe door several times.

Every time she passed by, her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her throat.

A few minutes later.

Wu Bai walked out of the room carrying a bulging bag.

"Click".

The sound of the security door closing could be heard.

The entire 303 room fell into a deathly silence.

……

Half an hour later.

The wardrobe door was pushed open a crack.

The woman, covered in sweat, peered through the gap for a long time.

After confirming that no one was outside, he crawled out using both his hands and feet.

She tiptoed to the door and peeked half her head out into the living room.

The living room was empty, with only a pair of slippers that Wang Dehai had worn left on the floor.

Safety confirmed.

She rushed to the landline in the corner of the living room, grabbed the receiver, and pressed the emergency number with trembling fingers.

"beep……"

The call hasn't been answered yet.

Suddenly, a chilling sensation pressed against her back.

A flat, emotionless voice rang close to her ear.

"Look what I found! A living person."