I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

(God-level talent claiming location!)

"Shen Tian, ​​one cannot be too selfish; one must know how to consider the bigger picture."

Inside the principal's office, the air conditioning was blasting cold air, as if simply opening the door could solve the problem of global warming.

On the leather sofa, the principal, whose hair was neatly combed, picked up his teacup and gently blew away the foam.

"Your parents are heroes and martyrs, a fact the school has never denied. That's why we hope you can live a peaceful and safe life."

The principal put down his teacup, his gaze, peering through the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses, carrying a compassionate scrutiny.

"Martial arts are a fiercely contested path, paved with blood. Your talent rating is only average. Holding that 'martial arts resource exemption' spot will only make you more envied and targeted by others at school; it has no practical significance."

Shen Tian stood in front of his desk, his back ramrod straight.

He was wearing a faded school uniform, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool, looking at the middle-aged man in front of him who was spouting righteousness and morality.

Just ten minutes ago, the principal made a suggestion.

He was persuaded to voluntarily sign a transfer agreement, transferring the resource exemption rights specially granted by the state to the children of martyrs to Li Zihao in the next class free of charge.

Li Zihao is the principal's nephew.

"Shen Tian, ​​you are still young and prone to acting impulsively."

Seeing that Shen Tian remained silent, the principal leaned forward slightly and tapped his fingers lightly on the table, producing a series of dull sounds.

"We must be scientific and efficient. Li Zihao is already a near-martial artist; his talent is outstanding. Resources can only be maximized when they are in his hands. This is not only for the school's college entrance rate, but also for humanity's great cause of resisting the beast tide."

At this point, the principal sighed, seemingly deeply saddened by Shen Tian's "lack of understanding".

"If you give up your spot, the school will give you 20,000 yuan for nutrition expenses. Use that money to start a small business or become an ordinary employee, living a peaceful life, wouldn't that be better? Do you really want to go to the front lines to die, disturbing your parents' peace in the afterlife?"

Shen Tian finally spoke.

"My parents died in a horde of wild animals; their remains were never found."

This is compensation from the state; it's something they earned with their lives.

Shen Tian raised his eyelids, a barely perceptible cold glint flashing in his dark eyes.

"Why should it be given to Li Zihao? Just because his surname is Li? Because he's your nephew?"

The office fell silent instantly.

The air seemed to freeze.

The principal's gentle mask was like a layer of dry, cracked plaster peeling away little by little.

He withdrew his hand from the table, leaned back in his chair, and the compassion in his eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a condescending indifference and disgust.

"Looks like you're going to have to suffer the consequences instead of accepting the offer."

The principal opened a drawer, took out a document that had been printed long ago, and casually tossed it on the corner of the table.

"Since you have no sense of collective honor and are so selfish, then our Third High School cannot tolerate such a big shot as you."

The five bold characters of "Dismissal Notice" on the document were extremely glaring.

The reason column contained a line of high-sounding words: "morally corrupt, disrespectful to teachers, and seriously violates school rules and regulations."

"Sign the papers and get out."

"I will keep your file. Without a file, no high school in Jiangcheng will accept you. Since you don't want to live with dignity, then I'll help you live with dignity."

Shen Tian looked at the notice.

There were no angry roars, nor hysterical questioning.

He simply reached out, picked up the thin piece of paper, glanced at it, and then, in front of the principal, tore it to shreds.

Snowflakes of paper were scattered on the clean floor.

You'll regret it.

Shen Tian left those words behind, turned around, and pushed open the door to leave.

I heard the crisp sound of a teacup shattering on the ground behind me.

……

Slaughterhouse in Jiangcheng West District.

This is the city's sewer system.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, mixed with the foul smell of feces, rust, and rotting entrails. If an ordinary person stood here for just one minute, the acid in their stomach would churn.

The huge exhaust fan roared and whirred, cutting through the stale air.

Is this my new beginning?

Shen Tian stood at the filthy entrance and looked up at the rusty signboard—Jiangcheng Beast Slaughterhouse.

Because the meat of exotic beasts contains violent energy, ordinary people cannot eat it, but it is a tonic for martial artists.

Jiangcheng is a major city for martial arts, and the exotic beast industry is its pillar industry.

Slaughterhouses are at the very bottom of the entire industry chain, and also the most arduous and dirty part.

The salary here is decent.

Shen Tian needs money.

He needs to survive.

Dealing with these strange beasts is extremely risky.

Even a dying half-beast can easily bite through an ordinary person's neck in its final desperate attack.

Therefore, the salary here is five times that of ordinary jobs outside.

"Squeak..."

After a piercing scraping sound, a bloody world unfolded before him.

The factory's interior space was enormous, with rows of stark white lights hanging from the high dome.

A dozen or so workers, dressed in waterproof rubber overalls, were working numbly at their respective posts.

Some of them used high-pressure water guns to wash away the bloodstains on the ground, while others wielded huge machetes to dismember the mountain-like corpses of strange beasts.

The dull thud of a cleaver piercing flesh and the screech of bones being sawed apart lingered in my ears.

As Shen Tian stepped in, all the noise in the factory stopped abruptly.

More than a dozen gazes were cast from every corner of the factory, all fixed on Shen Tian.

Shen Tian, ​​dressed in a clean T-shirt and jeans, stood out so out of place in this blood-red world.

He was like a blank sheet of paper that had fallen into an inkwell.

A burly man standing in front of the dismantling table put down the giant bone saw he was holding. He casually picked up a boning knife hanging at his waist and walked towards Shen Tian.

The burly man was extremely imposing, a full head taller than Shen Tian, ​​with his muscles bulging out so that his waterproof suit was completely stretched.

The boning knife was still dripping blood.

The burly man stopped three steps away from Shen Tian, ​​and a strong smell mixed with the stench of sweat and blood wafted towards him.

"Hey, where did this student come from?"

The burly man, known as Brother Xiong, is the boss of this slaughterhouse area.

He looked Shen Tian up and down.

He was fair-skinned and as thin as a monkey. Although the school uniform he was wearing had the label removed, his scholarly air was still impossible to hide.

"Have you come to the wrong place?"

Brother Xiong wiped the blood off his face and said in a muffled voice.

"This is neither an internet cafe nor a library."

"Get lost, or you'll wet your pants and I'll have to wash them for you."

"I'm here for a job interview."

Shen Tian walked up to Xiong Ge, then looked past him at the restless half-beasts in the cages behind him.

"Applying for a job?"

"puff!"

I don't know who laughed first.

"With delicate skin and tender flesh, she doesn't look like someone who can do manual labor."

"Reports? This isn't a good place. People are being carried out here every day. Are you sure you don't want to leave?"

"Haha, look at his skinny frame, he'd fall over in a gust of wind, and he's going to the slaughterhouse?"

"Why are you so young, ending up in a place like ours?"

"I bet he won't last half a day; he'll throw up as soon as he smells this."

The discussions were unrestrained.

Brother Xiong chuckled, slamming his boning knife down on the cutting board with a loud thud. "Do you know what I'm doing? Slaughtering a pig! And not a domestic pig, but a man-eating, metal-clad pig!"

"I know."

Shen Tian's expression remained unchanged.

"But I'm short of money."

Brother Xiong remained silent for a long time.

"Fine, you're short on money, huh?"

He sighed and pointed to a pile of junk in the corner.

"Judging from your appearance, you're a scholar, so you're probably in trouble. There's a water pipe and a brush over there; you can go and clean the large intestines. It's a bit dirty, but it's safe. You'll get two hundred a day, paid daily."

Shen Tian knew very well that this was Xiong Ge taking care of him.

Shen Tian appreciated Xiong Ge's kindness.

Stay away from danger, and you'll still get paid.

For a newcomer who has nowhere else to turn, this is almost the best arrangement.

Just as Shen Tian was about to speak, a voice rang out in his mind without warning.

【Ding! 】

[A strange beast has been detected!]

[Kill System Activated!]

[Slaughter System: Killing exotic beasts will earn you Slaughter Points, which can be used to improve your martial arts realm, the cultivation level of your martial arts skills, and to acquire exotic beast talents, etc.]

Shen Tian froze.

system?

The cheat code that's standard for time travelers has finally arrived?

A flash of joy quickly crossed Shen Tian's eyes.

"I want to go and slaughter strange beasts."