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

Wu Bai glanced at him indifferently, without answering directly: "Is the killing intent strong? I think it's alright."

He walked forward, and as he passed Old Black, he paused slightly: "You seem to have a daughter, don't you?"

"Put yourself in their shoes. If those thugs told you they wanted to 'add some unexpected twists' on your daughter's way home from school, wouldn't you be filled with murderous intent?"

Old Hei's ambiguous smile froze.

Wu Bai continued walking upwards and eventually disappeared around the corner.

……

He didn't go to the classroom, but went to the homeroom teacher's office instead.

Wu Bai pushed open the door and entered.

A middle-aged man was sitting by the window, drinking tea.

His name is Wang Dehai, and he is the homeroom teacher of Class 2, Grade 12.

When Wang Dehai saw that it was Wu Bai who had entered, his brows, which had been relaxed from drinking tea, furrowed.

"Are you taking another day off?"

Wang Dehai slammed the cup down on the desk.

"The poorer you are, the more trouble you have."

"Someone as hopeless as you, staying in Class Two is just dragging down our average score."

"Let me tell you, if you drag down the class again in this mock exam, you might as well drop out of school now."

"He's like a rotten apple that spoils the whole barrel."

Wu Bai stared silently at the dead man before him.

In the memories of the original owner, Wang Dehai was a typical snob.

He treated students whose families were wealthy enough to buy awakening potions with the same warmth and care as a father.

Students from ordinary families like Wu Bai have always been treated like trash.

"Are you done cursing?" Wu Bai suddenly spoke, his voice calm. "If you're done, then approve my one-month leave application."

Wu Bai took out a leave application form from his pocket.

He casually slapped it on Wang Dehai's desk, which landed squarely on the half-pack of Zhonghua cigarettes.

Wang Dehai laughed in exasperation.

He picked up the application form, didn't even glance at it, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at Wu Bai.

"Dream on. Unless you kill me, don't even think about getting special treatment. Go back to class."

Wu Bai caught the crumpled paper, his eyes dropping to freezing cold: "Alright then... I'll come find you again tonight."

After saying that, Wu Bai turned and walked out. He didn't go to the classroom, but left the school.

Standing at the school gate.

Wu Bai looked around and then stretched out a finger to point at things.

"One bean and two grains of rice, the direction of calamity is you."

His finger stopped on the left, and he walked to the left without hesitation.

As I walked, an invisible sense of perception spread outwards like tentacles, sweeping over the buildings and pedestrians along the street.

Wu Bai raised an eyebrow.

I'm currently only at level two, and can only sense people within fifty meters. It seems I need to speed up my eating.

He sought out calamities for two reasons: to make money and to eat.

Reporting one calamity earns you 50,000 yuan, two earn you 100,000 yuan—it's a quick and legal way to make money.

Once you've saved enough money to buy an Awakening Potion, you can disguise yourself as an Awakener.

That might allow us to leave the base city and head into the mist.

There are countless mist creatures inside; I'm sure I can have a good meal there.

……

Unbeknownst to him, Wu Bai had arrived at an urban village. He stopped and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"Interesting, three of them came right away."

He turned and went into the dark and damp stairwell on the right, and walked up the moldy steps.

Upon reaching the third floor, he paused for half a second in front of a weathered iron gate, glanced at the door number, and then continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

In the dimly lit room, a man and a woman were sitting around a table, engrossed in their food.

As if sensing something, they suddenly raised their heads and stared intently at the doorway.

The corners of their mouths and cheeks were covered with a dark red, viscous liquid.

Only after confirming that the footsteps at the door had faded away did they lower their heads again.

It continued to tear at the half-eaten, pale arm in its hand, making a horrifying chewing sound.

In the bathtub not far away.

A pale-faced female corpse lay silently, her arms hanging limply, the severed flesh a bloody mess.

Wu Bai turned and went downstairs expressionlessly. Just as he reached the second-floor stairwell, he bumped into a familiar face.

A woman wearing a sequined miniskirt and gaudy makeup is leaning against the railing smoking.

Upon seeing Wu Bai, his eyes lit up, and he waved as he walked over.

"Hey, handsome boy, it's you again? Want your older sister to come with you this time?"

Wu Bai raised an eyebrow.

Do you live here?

"No, sigh, don't even mention it." The woman pouted, looking gloomy. "The previous love hotel was raided by those damn cops, so the boss moved the business to this run-down place to avoid trouble."

"I wonder which damn bastard reported it. If I find out, I'll skin him alive."

As the "those damned bastards," Wu Bai touched his nose somewhat guiltily and changed the subject:

"Didn't you say you were getting married? What happened then?"

The woman sighed, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes showing a hint of melancholy: "We broke up. They notified my boyfriend to come and pick me up, and we broke up before I even left the police station."

"but……"

The woman suddenly raised her left hand, the back of her hand facing outwards, revealing a huge diamond ring sparkling on her ring finger.

"I'm getting married again."

Wu Bai leaned back tactically, looking shocked: "You're really that skilled."

"Absolutely, what man could resist my sister's charm?"

The woman giggled, then took Wu Bai's hand and leaned softly against him, giving him a flirtatious wink.

"My sister is quitting her job tomorrow to prepare for her wedding, so today is the last day of business. I'll give you a discount..."

Just then, a loud shout came from behind them: "It's you two again! Hands on your heads, squat down!"

The two turned around in surprise.

A group of police officers rushed up the stairs, led by the same veteran and young officers from last time.

The woman hurriedly released Wu Bai's hand and frantically shook her head to explain.

"Officer, it's a misunderstanding. If we're being reasonable, we were just chatting and catching up in the stairwell."

The young policeman ignored him and shouted sternly, "Stop talking nonsense. If you have any problems, we'll talk about them at the police station. Put your hands on your head and squat down."