If you slap me, the whole world will suffer the same harm.

By the fourth hour of the survival battle, the atmosphere in the dense forest had completely gone astray.

According to the script of previous years, this should be the classic scene where senior students show off their prowess and freshmen cry for their parents.

Those who needed to be eliminated were eliminated, and those who needed to pass the test passed. Everything proceeded in an orderly manner within the framework of the "Welcome Ceremony" carefully designed by the Academic Affairs Office of Hangzhou University.

But this year, the framework was dismantled.

The instigator was a shirtless, perverted freshman who chased people around the forest begging to be beaten.

In the chat group of third-year female students, the eight-character motto "Cherish credits, stay away from perverts" has spread to every combat team.

Area B7 has been designated as a restricted area.

Area C3 has also fallen.

It is said that the shirtless freshman has already wandered into District D and is polluting the entire forest's ecosystem in an outrageous way.

"Attention, D5 area! That pervert is heading your way! Repeat, that pervert is heading your way! (;´Д`)"

"Received! Evacuated! Everyone evacuated! (〃＞＿＜;〃)"

"Wait, isn't he a freshman? We're juniors! Why are we running away?! (╯°Д°)╯"

"Then you stay and beat him up."

"Forget it, the more you hit him, the happier he gets. My soul can't stand being polluted."

"...I'm leaving. (￣▽￣)"

Similar conversations echoed repeatedly on the communication channels in the dense forest.

At this moment, Lin Chen, the instigator of all this, was squatting under a big tree, drawing circles on the ground with a twig with a worried expression.

His upper body was still naked; the clothes burned off by the flaming boar were nowhere to be found.

The red marks from the fire on his body had mostly faded, revealing a well-proportioned physique that would silence even a power-type ability user.

His abs were well-defined, his chest muscles were clearly outlined, and with his fairly handsome face, he was actually quite pleasing to the eye when walking down the street... if he didn't talk.

"180,000... just 20,000 short... just 20,000 short of 200,000...(´-ι_-｀)"

He stared at the glaring "masochistic value: 180000" on the system panel, his expression like that of a shopaholic staring at their shopping cart on the eve of Singles' Day, just five yuan short of the discount.

"Why won't anyone fight me? The upperclassmen won't fight me, and the monsters only hit me a couple of times before running away. I can't live like this anymore. (;´ρ`)"

He sighed, picked up a pebble, and tossed it away into the distance.

The pebble traced an arc and struck a boy twenty meters away on the forehead who was peeking out furtively.

"Ouch! (;´Д`)"

The boy covered his forehead and squatted down.

Lin Chen's eyes lit up, and he jumped up.

"Hey! Are you alright? Want to hit me to vent your anger? Hit me! Hit me hard! Don't hold back! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و"

The boy looked up at him, recognized the face that was already on the "run away if you see him" list in the group, and then without saying a word, he covered his forehead, turned around and ran, running faster than if he were being chased by a monster.

"Run again...(￣へ￣)"

Lin Chen squatted back down under the tree and continued drawing circles.

Unbeknownst to him, while he was squatting under the tree drawing circles, something was happening deep in the forest that had nothing to do with him, but was about to involve him.

In the northeast corner of the dense forest, on the canopy of a towering tree.

The mentor in charge of monitoring Zone E9 is surnamed Fang, 41 years old, with a level 4 wind-type ability. He has been teaching at Hangzhou University for 12 years and has led 11 freshmen in the survival battle. He is so experienced that he can determine the location and movement of every freshman within a radius of 500 meters with his eyes closed.

He was half-lying on the treetop, holding a piece of dry food in his hand, chewing it, and casually scanning the dense forest below.

Everything is normal... Several freshmen are being chased by a level-two alien beast, two sophomores are surrounding a lone freshman, and a water-element freshman is squatting by the stream washing his face. Suddenly, he screams and falls into the water, for reasons unknown.

"This year's freshmen are really in poor health. (￣へ￣)"

Professor Fang shook his head and took a bite of dry rations.

Then he felt a gentle breeze.

Level 4 wind-type ability users have a far greater ability to perceive wind than ordinary people.

He could tell whether the wind was stirred up by the running of strange beasts, stirred up by the battle of supernatural powers, or blown naturally.

But this gust of wind... no, that's not right.

It wasn't blown in.

It was disturbed by something, but then instantly returned to calm.

It was as if someone had passed through the wind at an extremely fast speed.

Instructor Fang put down the dry rations and instinctively placed his right hand on the short knife at his waist.

His supernatural perception was among the best of the fourth-level mentors. At this moment, he clearly sensed that three auras were approaching him at an incredible speed.

It has a level three power fluctuation, but its speed is at least level four.

No... it's level five.

He opened his mouth, as if to sound an alarm.

A dark figure silently appeared behind him, one hand covering his mouth, the other hand slicing a black dagger across his throat.

The movements were clean and efficient, as if they had done it countless times before.

Instructor Fang's pupils suddenly dilated, and the dry rations in his hand fell silently into the layers of tree canopy.

The last thing he saw was his dagger being caught by another hand, and the blade reflecting the image of a face wearing a black mask.

The mask was embroidered with a blood-red spider lily.

The World Destroyer Cult.

He tried to call out the name, but only a faint hissing sound came from his throat.

Then his vision went completely dark.

The man in black gently placed Instructor Fang's body on a tree branch, as if afraid of waking a sleeping person.

He raised his hand and whispered a few words to a black device on his wrist.

"The mentors in Zone E9 have been removed, and the project is proceeding as planned."

The same scene was playing out simultaneously in various corners of the dense forest.

Within minutes, reports came from all directions.

"The mentor in area F3 has been removed."

"The mentor in Zone G7 has been removed."

..............

From the edge of the dense forest to its depths, from the east to the west, a silent hunt is proceeding with remarkable efficiency.

Nineteen of the twenty-six instructors from Hangzhou University who were stationed in the dense forest were eliminated in just fifteen minutes.

The remaining seven mentors, located in the central part of the dense forest, have not yet been located and have lost contact with the outside world.

All communication arrays were simultaneously blocked by a powerful interference field.

The main control console, responsible for communications, was located on the watchtower at the entrance to the dense forest. At this moment, the communication crystal of that watchtower had been reduced to a pile of rubble.

Two men in black stood inside the watchtower, with the bodies of three Hangzhou University staff members lying at their feet.

The dense forest has become an isolated island.

On this isolated island, 100,000 freshmen and hundreds of upperclassmen are still excitedly chasing and outwitting each other, completely unaware of their predicament.

In the dense forest area D, on a forest path.

Three senior students were blocking a freshman in front of a big tree.

The freshman was a thin boy wearing glasses, who was huddled in front of the tree trunk, trembling.

"Junior, stop struggling. Just hand over the teleportation talisman obediently, and the seniors will give you a quick death. (￣▽￣)"

The senior student leading the group smiled broadly.

Beating freshmen to get credits can be addictive if you do it too often.