The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

At the edge of the playground, a student suddenly shouted.

Everyone immediately looked at the large pit.

Amidst the billowing heat, a figure leaped out from the bottom of the pit with a "whoosh".

Yan Cong landed on the edge of the pit.

His shirt was ripped into shreds, and his face was covered in dust.

The sledgehammer he usually treasured was now reduced to just the handle.

In his other hand, he held a ball of pure, blinding green light.

The green light had no shape.

But it caused the surrounding broken turf to sprout new shoots and brought new life back to the scorched soil.

Yan Cong stared at it for half a second, then opened his mouth expressionlessly.

It swallowed it whole.

"Buzzing—"

A green light shone from his chest.

next moment.

"boom--"

Another beam of light shot into the sky.

A strong aura of creation surged forth from Yan Cong's body.

His body gradually lifted off the ground and floated into the air.

"Holy crap..."

The students on the playground looked up.

Everyone in Class 9 looked up.

"Damn it!"

"Old Yan has been cuckolded!"

"But how come it turned into a celestial being after all that greening!"

"Holy crap!!!"

Jiang Mingzi calculated with his fingers, and stopped just as a clear light appeared on his fingertips.

He looked up at Yan Cong high in the sky and chuckled softly.

"The Way of Creation."

"Unfortunately, it cannot transcend time and space."

Zhuge Wang also rolled his eyes at him.

"You've mastered the Dao of Cause and Effect, is that so impressive?"

"It's nothing special."

That's what they say.

The copper coin in his hand was being squeezed so tightly it made a cracking sound, and its sour smell could be detected from a great distance.

Han Li silently took a step back.

"Too high-profile."

"It's still more reassuring to live a simple life."

Li Shuiwang stared blankly at the green light, muttering to himself.

"very nice……"

"You can gain strength without having to open your heart."

The green light gradually receded.

Yan Cong hung high in the sky, a series of notification sounds blaring in his mind.

"Ding!"

"Cultivation restrictions have been completely lifted!"

"Ding!"

"All restrictions on bound objects have been lifted!"

"Ding!"

"All return rate restrictions have been lifted!"

"Ding!"

"Reward restrictions have been completely lifted!"

"Ding!"

"Host permissions have been reset!"

"Ding!"

"Loading of the Origin of Creation complete!"

"..."

The notification sound lasted for several tens of seconds before stopping.

Yan Cong opened his eyes.

He clenched his fist, feeling the surging power within him, and his lips twitched violently.

Damn it.

So all along I've been playing with the ultimate, stripped-down version of the system?

Dogs are more powerful than the laws of heaven!

Fuck!

I'll find your true form one day and beat you up again!

of course.

Yan Cong was also aware of the situation.

What was just smashed was most likely just an avatar of the Heavenly Dao.

It could also be a defective product that was prematurely removed by the Desolate Emperor.

After all, that level of prestige was just too much.

Yan Cong let out a breath.

next second.

He bent down and shouted.

"The Desolate Heavenly Emperor!"

"I don't know which one you are in our class!"

"But thanks for today!"

"From now on, unless you ask me to repay you with my body, just say the word and I'll do anything!"

After shouting.

Yan Cong took a step forward.

The person was swaying and staggering in the air.

That's utterly heartless.

He walked up to the students of Class 9, his face beaming with undisguised smugness.

"Yo!"

"Fellow Grandmasters, what a coincidence!"

"You just helped out, huh?"

"Thanks, thank you."

"Each of you will receive an eighth-level weapon later. No holding back, understand?"

Speaking of it.

Yan Cong stood with his hands on his hips, his smile practically reaching for the sky.

"otherwise!"

"That's disrespecting me, a celestial being!"

The students of Class 9: "..."

next second.

Ye Chen's face darkened.

"Oh shit!"

He was the first to rush forward.

"Get him!"

Su Huaying wielded her Fire Cherry Spear horizontally.

"Get him!"

Luo Feng's armor thrusters sprayed out.

Han Li silently put away the talisman and replaced it with an ordinary wooden stick.

Zhuge Wang also rolled up his sleeves.

Jiang Mingzi followed with a smile.

A large group of people rushed forward, completely surrounding Yan Cong, who had just finished showing off.

Yan Cong did not retaliate.

of course.

They didn't really kill them.

Chaos quickly erupted on the rooftop.

The sound of a hammer being struck.

Screams.

Swearing.

And then there was the laughter of the group from Class 9, finally letting loose, all huddled together.

The oppressive atmosphere that had been hanging over the playground was largely dispelled by this commotion.

Under the high platform.

Lu Changming looked at the group of students on the rooftop, his eyes reddening slightly.

He raised his hand and wiped it, muttering curses under his breath.

"A bunch of little bastards."

"I wish this could go on forever."

The dormitory is on the 23rd floor.

Xingyao's eyes lit up as she tugged at Ye Chuhao's sleeve.

"Class monitor!"

She didn't finish her sentence.

But those eyes already conveyed the meaning.

She also wanted to go and join in the fun.

Ye Chuhao stretched and pulled her to sit on the railing.

"Where are you going?"

"Eh?"

Xingyao blinked.

"Then, what about the flying sword?"

Ye Chuhao said lazily, "On my way here."

"oh……"

Xingyao nodded, thinking she had to wait for the flying sword to arrive.

The next second...

A feeling of weightlessness suddenly came over me.

Ye Chuhao held her and fell backward.

The two of them fell from the 23rd floor.

"Ahhhhh—"

"Squad leader! You scoundrel—"

Under extreme stimulation, Xingyao's shout came out perfectly smoothly.

"Whoosh—"

One second before landing.

The heavy sword used during the demon-slaying in Jinling flew over and caught the two of them steadily.

The sword traced an arc along the ground before carrying them into the air.

Ye Chuhao leaned lazily against his heavy sword and asked with a smile.

"Is it fun?"

Xingyao glared at him angrily.

"I was terrified! It wasn't fun at all!"

"snort!"

Ye Chuhao's smile deepened, and he pinched her puffed-up cheeks.

"Little stutterer, have you noticed a little change in you?"

"what?"

Xingyao's eyes widened in surprise.

She thought she had become ugly somewhere, so she quickly reached for the small mirror in her storage bag.

Ye Chuhao pressed down on her hand.

"Didn't you notice you were speaking more fluently just now?"

"Um?"

Xingyao was stunned.

She thought back for a moment.

I definitely didn't stutter just now.

The reason is……

Stimulate?

She quickly patted her chest, trying to get herself excited.

"Um, that... um..."

"It's changed back again!"

Xingyao's face fell immediately, and she pouted with a wronged expression.

"Class monitor."

Ye Chuhao rubbed her head.

"It's alright, we've found a way."

"We should conduct more pilot programs to stimulate the economy in the future."

He could make Xingyao return to normal immediately if he wanted her to.

But which gives you a greater sense of accomplishment: completing the game in a second or gradually improving your character?

Is there even a need to ask?

It's definitely the latter; it's not only rewarding but also fun.

"Let's go."

Ye Chuhao patted the heavy sword.

"Didn't you say you were going to join in the fun?"

"Oh!"

Upon hearing about joining in the fun, Xingyao's disappointment vanished instantly.

"Whoosh—"

The heavy sword flew towards the rooftop where Class 9 was making a ruckus.

It approached silently from behind, finally hovering above Yan Cong's head as he was being pushed and shoved by the crowd.

Xingyao showed her little tiger teeth, bent down, and stretched out a small hand.

He tapped Yan Cong on the head.

"Aww—"

Yan Cong suddenly looked up.

"Who's still attacking me from up there!"

Xingyao immediately shrank back into Ye Chuhao's arms, pushing him away guiltily.

"Class monitor."

"Get out! Get out!"

Ye Chuhao chuckled and peeked his head out from the edge of the heavy sword.

"Hmm~"

"What, you have a problem with me, class monitor?"

"Is the class monitor here?"

Su Huaying, who was elbowing Yan Cong in the waist, froze.

next second.

Flames erupted from her body with a "boom," forcing the group of people who were playing around to retreat.

Then I "whooshed" back to the edge of the rooftop.

They're incredibly well-behaved.

Xingyao's eyes darted around.

She really wanted to take out her notebook and write down a sentence.

[Information committee member Su Huaying and class monitor are both scoundrels; they are highly suspected of having a secret past that they're keeping from me!]

But the class monitor was right beside him.

He doesn't say.

Then she won't ask.

"Yo~"

Yan Cong dusted himself off, his lips still curved into a smile.

"Oh, it's the class monitor!"

"This class monitor is not what she used to be!"