You call this a healer?

In the dimly lit corridor, cobwebs covered the mottled walls and dilapidated doors and windows. Blood-red liquid dripped from the sticky ceiling, passing through the cobwebs and silently landing on the carelessly discarded bones. The crimson and pale white intertwined, shimmering with an eerie color.

All around was quiet, and the air was filled with a lingering stench and the smell of decay.

"Pat-pat..."

Zhou Ming, carrying a large dark blue cloth bag and holding a wooden stick covered with mysterious patterns, slowly walked towards them from afar, then suddenly stopped.

In the depths of the corridor ahead, a large group of ferocious figures appeared: spiders the size of water tanks, centipedes two meters long, pythons three meters long, and scorpions the size of water buckets, thrashing about, spitting venom, and roaring as they pounced.

He stood still, his neatly combed hair framed by a pair of phoenix eyes that looked as calm as if he were about to wash up and go to bed.

Then, with a smirk, he threw away the wooden stick, swiftly pulled a specially made Gatling gun from his bag, and fired at the large group of monsters charging towards him.

"Da da da..."

The blue flames roared angrily, echoing throughout the entire corridor.

A moment later, all that remained in front of them were the limp remains of the monster and a pile of slime.

"Zhou Ming, you...you brought a Gatling gun to the exam?"

"How did you do that?"

"You cheated blatantly?"

From the windows of nearby dilapidated buildings, boys and girls, clutching blood-stained ebony sticks, peered out, their faces filled with disbelief and shock.

"It's something that comes naturally to me; with your level of intelligence, it's difficult for me to explain it in depth!"

Zhou Ming casually blew on the muzzle of the gun, then put the Gatling gun in his bag, clapped his hands, and acted as if he had done something insignificant.

"You...you'll get reported!"

A group of teenagers retreated into the dark window and disappeared without a trace.

Zhou Ming chuckled lightly, stepping on the sticky monster blood, and walked straight to the end of the corridor.

At the far end of the wall, there is an old-fashioned glass mirror. The mirror surface is covered with spots of aging coating and can no longer reflect people's images.

Several banners, half-fallen and faded, were still faintly visible nearby.

"No pain, no gain; ten years of studying is a waste!"

"Work hard for three years, shape your future!"

"How can someone your age sleep?"

Zhou Ming glanced at it with a sigh, then stood in front of the glass mirror, rolled up his sleeves, and wiped the middle of the mirror to create a clean surface. The mirror reflected a face of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old, clean and handsome but somewhat malnourished.

He said seriously, "From today onwards, you are the most handsome man in the world!"

A month ago, I traveled from Earth to this world, which has been shattered by "divine" monsters.

The survivors followed the "Orderers" who had awakened supernatural powers, establishing bases to eke out a living. They could only reminisce about their old homes and homelands through high walls and monster-infested wilderness.

The war between the "Divine" and the "Order" has now lasted for 31 years and 7 months.

The original owner was also named Zhou Ming, 18 years old, a senior high school student at Donghai Base and Baijiang College!

The family consists of three members: the grandmother, a top-tier romantic entertainer; the mother, a hard worker at a freight company; and the sensitive, fragile, and unrealistically subservient man who constantly fawns over his family.

Currently, I am participating in the university's Order Awakening Martial Arts Examination!

Other candidates' stationery: wooden sticks and spirit-transmitting daggers!

His stationery included: a wooden stick, a spirit-transmitting dagger, black dog blood, rooster blood, black donkey hooves, glutinous rice, a Gatling gun, a bazooka, hand grenades, a grappling hook, and several self-made statues of Uncle Nine, Erlang Shen, Chu Renmei, Sun Wukong, and Buddha, as well as a thin blanket that he believed "if I crawl into it, demons and monsters will not touch me!"

Just then, an extremely suppressed, angry electronic voice from his waist broke his thoughts:

"Zhou Ming! This is the martial arts entrance exam site for Order University. I and eight other proctors are watching. What are you doing wandering around outside instead of entering the exam site?"

Also, I allowed you to bring outdated weapons and other random stuff because you're not qualified and have no chance of succeeding. You're just here to go through the motions, for self-defense, not to openly cheat or show off your skills!

Zhou Ming took a triangular microphone from his waist, which had his unique number "56233" on it.

56 represents the year 2056, and 233 indicates that he is the 233rd candidate.

Press the voice call button: "I forgot, Vice Principal Wang, look how anxious you are again!"

The voice on the other end of the microphone was even angrier:

Stop grinning. Do you know how precious the spots are for this martial arts exam? Out of 8362 students in the entire senior year, there are only 232 spots available.

You're a complete academic failure, with perfect scores only in biology and math out of the four main subjects: arts, language, math, and biology. You have absolutely no talent whatsoever. If I hadn't pulled some strings, you wouldn't have gotten in at all!

Zhou Mingqing cleared his throat: "Vice Principal, please watch your words. This is a transaction. I won't explicitly say that you owed my grandfather a life back then, and that you're constantly sending love messages to his widow, my grandmother."

The voice on the other end of the microphone gradually changed from roaring to gentle: "Alright, you're just here to make up the numbers for this martial arts exam. Even if the Earth explodes and the universe is destroyed, you will never awaken as an Orderer. Your final destination is to work as a screwdriver in the base's industrial zone. Forget about it!"

Test center number 233 is 30 meters behind you. Turn right; there's a red door there. There are no scary supernatural beings accompanying you inside, just a little chick to play with. Don't go to the wrong place; there are many infected monsters and supernatural beings there, and people can die!

Instead of answering, Zhou Ming asked, "Could you and the proctor see what was happening inside?"

"No, but we can see your numbers and hear your voices through the microphones, which will be helpful for rescue in critical moments!"

"Fine, I'm here for the martial arts exam, and you think you can fool me with some little bird?"

Zhou Ming casually tossed the microphone out of the window into the overgrown weeds below.

Ignoring the angry roar from the microphone, he turned and stared directly into the glass mirror.

He certainly didn't have the qualifications to awaken as an "Orderer," he just came to the entrance exam for geniuses through connections to make up the numbers. However, this was his only chance to survive, and he had to seize it!

The original owner also had an awkward identity that plagued him for a month—his naturally beautiful mother was deceived by a powerful figure when she was 16 years old, and gave birth to him, her illegitimate son!

Her biological father was a member of the State Council who lived in the privileged inner city of the base. His surname was Su, and he had a son and a daughter and a happy family.

Three days ago, his biological father sent someone to inform him that he should take the place of his half-brother and go to the wasteland stronghold outside Su Family City to serve as the station chief!

This is the law of the base. Every year, each household living in the inner city must send one person to the rear of the "divine" army in the wasteland outside the city to establish a stronghold, grow supplies, and prepare military supplies. This is considered another form of corvée labor!

However, these outposts in the wilderness are too easily wiped out one by one by the "divine beings," with a mortality rate of 75%. The information on the "station chiefs" who have sacrificed their lives on the base's bulletin board every day is too much to read.

For a useless person like the original owner who lacks the aptitude to awaken, the mortality rate is almost 100%.

Therefore, the biological father must have sent the original owner to his death!

The timid, sensitive, and inferior original owner hanged himself from a tree in the southeast corner under fear and pressure!

This put immense pressure on Zhou Ming, who had transmigrated from another world. He could manage if he transmigrated into a typical loser story, but being born with a loser and an illegitimate child who was sent to his death—such a chuunibyou-ish starting point—made it difficult to have any room for micromanagement!

In his previous life, he was a proper young man who only knew how to slack off at work, watch short videos after get off work, and grind games. He would never participate in anything with a mortality rate of more than 0%!

Unfortunately, you can't fight city hall.

The only chance of survival is this college entrance examination of order. Only by awakening as an "orderly person" and receiving the protection of the school can one have the opportunity to be exempted from forced labor and not be captured by the Su family to be used as cannon fodder!

At this moment, his expression became more serious. Just as Vice Principal Wang said, even if the universe were destroyed and the earth were to explode, he would not be able to awaken.

Following the established path seems to lead only to a dead end!

However, he felt that he could still be saved!

He squinted, carefully observing what was ahead. A point of light slowly grew larger until it finally formed a strange speech bubble:

Right now, your heart is restless; you want to take a gamble, become a member of the Order, survive, and achieve a better life. But it's useless. Give up; you're destined to fail.

This strange thing is an unknown entity. It's like someone is talking to him, but he can't talk to them directly. It only appears randomly according to his emotional fluctuations. It's not an old man, nor a system, it just appears straight out of nowhere!

On the rainy night when he first discovered this thing, a warning suddenly popped up: "[The manhole cover two meters ahead is missing, and you may fall in. It is recommended to move two meters to the left.]"

He instinctively dodged two meters to the left and back, and as a result, he fell steadily into a sewer without a manhole cover. If it weren't for the sanitation workers who discovered him in time and rescued him, he would have drowned.

From that moment on, he understood that this dialog box bubble was always speaking ironically, being sarcastic, and radiating negativity.

Subsequent experiences gradually confirmed his conjecture:

The bathroom was empty, so I could take a nice, hot shower and relax after a long day.

As soon as he entered the bathroom, he saw his mother's friend taking a shower. The lights were off, and her still-attractive white buttocks were so prominent that he could hardly breathe. At that moment, he even thought of Korean porn.

This strange dialog box is most likely trying to kill him, but... if you do the opposite, the accuracy rate is extremely high, and it can be used to predict many things!

For example, in this martial arts test, the "dialogue box" made a lot of predictions in reverse, which is why he came here to take a gamble.

Thinking of this, he suddenly raised a middle finger at the mirror in front of him!

In the mirror, he was a beat too slow to keep up, and he made a peace sign in a slightly flustered manner!

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat eerie!

"You found out!"