Wan Jie Hospice Care Company

As the fist struck, the ceramic figurine shattered completely.

[Energy consumed: 200kJ]

Remaining Energy: 7635kJ

Looking at the ceramic figurine that had been blown to bits, An Ling, whose lower body had already turned into ceramic, stared wide-eyed.

Is this right? Is this human?

Oh right, it really isn't human.

Very good!

Unlike An Ling's face, which showed a hint of excitement at surviving a disaster, Xiang Yu's brows furrowed inch by inch after he shattered the porcelain figure.

He could clearly hear the porcelain figure, now reduced to dust, still murmuring.

"Study hard..."

What puzzled Xiang Yu even more was that the powder was actually surging and gathering on its own, like sand dunes moving with the wind in the desert.

They bit off one by one, stubbornly trying to piece themselves back together into the shape of a "person".

In other words, simply smashing these things won't "kill" the eerie creature!

He didn't say anything, but reached out and grabbed the second porcelain figure, then with a swift motion, he punched it down.

[Energy consumed: 200kJ]

Remaining Energy: 7435kJ

A crisp popping sound, and another white mess.

But the sound didn't stop, and the powder was still flowing.

He lifted his foot and ground the fragments into a finer powder with the sole of his shoe.

Useless.

It seems my idea was right; these porcelain figures all have this characteristic: no matter how much they are destroyed, they will not completely perish.

Xiang Yu began to ponder.

No way, could it be that this ghost really has the ability to not die?

Ghosts can't be killed? Only other ghosts can defeat ghosts?

That would be difficult. All his skills are physical attacks. Even if he used all his energy, he could only collapse half of the school building and incidentally turn the powder into gas...

Even if the powder is ground into frost, it can't stop it. What good is vaporization? It will only make the ghost float more evenly.

He glanced back at An Ling; the ceramicization had reached her waist. If he couldn't come up with a solution soon, An Ling would probably die here... and his mission would fail.

He didn't really care whether he failed or not... but this failure would involve the pain of an entire world, and even if he was naturally cold-hearted, he couldn't easily let go of this matter.

My goal is to provide end-of-life care for this world, but if the world continues on its original trajectory, then all living beings in the world will be trapped in eternal torment.

Think quickly, think quickly, what other options are there?!

He focused all his attention, like gathering a fishing net, slowly on that one and only problem.

The world quieted down, the flow of time was slowed down by his focus, the noise receded, and only his own breath remained.

If the enemy cannot be killed, how should one deal with the enemy?

If we include all the online novels I've ever read, then without a doubt it's...

seal.

Damn it, I don't know any sealing techniques.

His only skill is his huge appetite, which has two effects: one is to transform into Super Ryoko, and the other is to transform into Super Tyson.

Think again, what other solutions are there?

In the world of infinite flow games, the protagonist often carries a storage space. Strangely attached objects, once stuffed inside, render the target incapable of movement, effectively sealing them. With luck, they can even retrieve them after completing the game to exchange for items…

But this path was also blocked; this shady company didn't even provide him with basic capabilities like storage space!

Is this kind of extradimensional space really that hard to obtain? And you call yourself the "Death Wish of All Realms"...

and many more.

Another dimension?

Xiang Yu suddenly thought of something. Looking at the two pairs of ceramic statues that had been smashed to powder, a bold idea came to mind.

"While I can't guarantee it will be 100% effective, it's the only thing I can do right now... If I don't do this, I'll just stand here and wait to die."

"Trying will only lead to death, and not trying will also lead to death. We might as well wait to die, and our country will perish!"

Xiang Yu made up his mind, took a firm step forward, and then threw a punch!

He smashed the third statue.

Without hesitation, he threw another punch, like smashing a plate. The crisp cracking sound and the loud thud of his fist echoed incessantly. Dozens of statues exploded one after another, turning into dust that filled the sky.

Xiang Yu seemed to think that wasn't efficient enough, so he piled all the ceramic figurines together, and then, like an old craftsman splitting bricks, he chopped them all down with a single blow, turning them all into fragments.

Then Xiangyu further crushed the fragments to make them finer.

An Ling, who was standing to the side, was stunned. At first, she thought Xiang Yu was really efficient, smashing all the statues so quickly.

But then she discovered that Xiang Yu wasn't idle after breaking it up; instead, he ground it into powder... Xiang Yu ground the fragments again and again, turning the place into something like a mill.

However, An Ling also realized that she was still not out of danger, and she then realized the problem that Xiang Yu had realized long ago.

Ghosts can't die.

But if that's really the case, why is Xiangyu still trying to do something?

An Ling's puzzled look did not affect Xiang Yu. He continued to grind the ceramic into powder like a donkey, then scooped up a handful and smelled it.

It doesn't taste like much.

But now is not the time to dwell on the taste!

"eat!"

Under An Ling's completely petrified gaze, Xiang Yu opened his mouth and put the handful of powder made from dozens of strange objects into his mouth.

"Well--"

I must say, this stuff is a bit harsh on the throat and quite difficult to swallow.

Moreover, if it enters the stomach, the ceramic particles will irritate the stomach because they are completely undigested, thus achieving the same effect as swallowing gold to commit suicide.

For an ordinary person, ingesting this would be almost tantamount to suicide.

But what he's eating now is actually connected to another dimension!

He had tested it before, because the things swallowed after "raising an army for a thousand days" would not appear in the stomach, and he didn't know where they actually were.

My stomach is connected to the three realms!

After a whirlwind of activity, Xiang Yu swallowed the last handful of powder.

"call……"

Xiang Yu finally exhausted all his strength and means, and sat on the spot, not moving an inch.

Eating over ten kilograms of tasteless powder is just too painful...

[Energy consumed: 0 kJ]

The skill panel displays the skill information as follows.

I thought to myself that these things really have no energy and are considered zero-calorie health foods.

But at the same time, another message appeared on his panel.

[Unlocked from the catalog: E-rank Calamity - Ceramic Kissing Statue]

[Item Acquired: Ceramic Kissing Statue - Fragment]

"..."

So, you really think my stomach is just a storage space?

However, although Xiang Yu had many questions in his mind and a lot of complaints he wanted to vent, he managed to hold them back.

He quickly turned around and found that An Ling's porcelainization was indeed fading.

"Brother Xiang, you did it!" An Ling's tears welled up in her eyes.

Her tense heart could finally relax at this moment.

At this moment, the surrounding scenery began to distort and change, and soon they found themselves back at their school in reality.

The desk was an old-fashioned wooden table with a thick glass plate on top, pressing down several photos and a class schedule.

A row of dark green metal filing cabinets stood against the wall, with numbers written in white paint on the cabinet doors, from 01 to 09, in the old-fashioned typeface of a printing factory.

The labels, including "Disciplinary Records of Classes 01-93", "Exam Results of Classes 02-97", and "Class Teacher Evaluation of Class 07", were yellowed and curled at the edges.

The cabinet door on the top shelf couldn't be closed properly, revealing a stack of red-covered certificates of merit with folded corners, as if they had been casually stuffed in.

It's obvious that this is an office.

"Hey, this is the dean of students' office." An Ling couldn't help but say when she saw the scene.

On the desk in the center was a ceramic figurine that looked exactly like the other strange figures from before. However, this figurine was just a simple ceramic craft and didn't seem to have any strange abilities.

For example, it can't even speak.

"Feed me, feed me!!!"

Ambulances and police sirens blared outside the window. The two looked out and saw many students being loaded into ambulances.

Some students limped out of the school gate, their eyes filled with confusion.

"Thank goodness! Everyone's alright!" An Ling's tears also fell; she had thought the entire school was going to die here.

Xiang Yu raised an eyebrow; he hadn't expected the students to survive.

Could it be that this ceramic figurine has a kind heart?

It's unlikely...

He suddenly remembered the figure who had been following them all along, constantly singing "The Day Is Short".

Without it, Xiang Yu and An Ling wouldn't even be able to find the source of the strangeness, let alone solve the problem.

"..."

Wait a minute, Xiang Yu's pupils contracted.

When he finally dealt with the ceramic figurine, the eerie power he displayed was only the ability to punish "love".

What happened to that ability to make time keep looping?

Could it be that the "cycle" isn't the rule of that ceramic figurine... but rather the ability that exists while singing "The Day Is Short"?

The students were repeatedly thrown back to the starting point of the loop, and all their statuses were reset each time. In other words, as long as they didn't die in the first round, they wouldn't die in any of the subsequent rounds.

That existence was equivalent to creating an independent space, protecting these students by using the rule of "cycle".

Why? Why would it help itself? Why would it do that?

At the same time, a familiar voice drifted in from outside the half-open office door.

The voice was unhurried, carrying a touch of ancient desolation, as if it had been chanting from a very long time ago all the way to this day:

"Where is the Divine Lord? Where is Taiyi?!"