No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

The inspector stood beside the podium, his face turning pale with suppressed anger.

He originally wanted to catch Mu Zhixi for violating exam rules, but Zhou Xiang's comment that Mu Zhixi held a position blocked his path. It was really frustrating!

My gaze swept over the individual tasks: [Valid Disciplinary Violations Detected: 0/10]

If we don't investigate further, even if he miraculously survives, it will all have been a wasted trip!

The inspector gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on Mu Zhixi in the courtyard outside the window.

Rule: No one may enter the tool room without the teacher's permission.

According to the ombudsman's code of conduct, it takes at least a day for an ordinary student to get the principal's approval, and that's only if the principal is in a good mood.

How could she possibly have gotten the gardening shears so quickly? Absolutely impossible!

If it's found that there's no registration, that's a violation of rules! This time, instead of questioning the homeroom teacher, let's check the logistics procedures directly; that can't be wrong!

Ten minutes before the end of the preliminary test, the inspector finally couldn't help but raise his hand.

"What are you doing?" Zhou Xiang, the faceless homeroom teacher, exuded a chilling aura despite his lack of facial features.

The inspector, barely suppressing his fear, said, "Teacher, I request to check her tool borrowing record. According to school regulations, the use of garden shears by the campus support staff must be registered, and the student council has the right to check!"

He got smarter; he didn't call out names, but everyone knew who he was talking about.

Wang Zheng, a veteran player sitting below, took a deep breath and closed his eyes. This guy was really stubborn; you couldn't stop him even if he wanted to die.

I've given him the points; this round he's considered to have bluffed!

Zhou Xiang's face twitched slightly, but he didn't get angry. He picked up the attendance list, flipped to the registration page, and slammed it on the podium.

The bright red official seal on it was extremely glaring.

Campus Green Plant Leaf Pruning and Care Specialist

[Tools borrowed: Gardening shears]

[Approval Authority: Principal Confirmation]

Approval time: 0.08 seconds

Zhou Xiang slowly turned his head at an odd angle toward the inspector: "Registration is valid. The student council inspector has groundlessly questioned the senior logistics staff and disrupted the examination room."

The red text slammed down on the inspector's head:

[Anomaly Log +1]

You are about to lose your eligibility for the unified examination.

The inspector's scalp tingled instantly; three abnormalities would result in immediate failure, or death: "Teacher! I'm just following school rules!"

Zhou Xiang grinned, revealing a mouthful of black teeth, licked his lips, and coldly uttered, "School rules? School rules depend on the person."

The rule depends on the situation; this statement is practically tantamount to revealing the truth.

The players felt a chill run down their spines.

It's dark! They're not even going to act anymore!

What kind of terrifying level of power does this hidden master possess that can make the rules of a four-star dungeon completely change course?!

...At the same time, in the courtyard.

Mu Zhixi paused slightly as she listened to the announcement over the loudspeaker nearby, which called for people to go to the principal's office to collect their lists.

The sapling she had pruned drooped its seven leaves in fright, the bottommost black leaf trembling as it cried out, "Nurse... don't go."

"There are many faces in the principal's office. He likes to collect them; some are pinned to the wall, some are simply crumpled up..."

Mu Zhixi's brow twitched upon hearing this.

She had worked in the education system for a period of time in her previous life, so even though she only knew a few words about it, she understood it very well.

Isn't this just forcing yourself to suffer without any real hardship?

Even a single tree is being torn apart by the winds; this place is absolutely sick.

Logically speaking, Mu Zhixi's current position is the dream job for corporate slaves; she can just find a corner to lie down in for seven days and then go home.

The problem is, there are over a hundred players here, over a hundred mouths, and over a hundred mobile advertising spaces! If she makes a fuss here, won't the reputation of the Holy Domain Church take off when they return to reality?

Lying down is fine, but nothing beats the thrill of exploiting players' loyalty.

In response to Ye Zi's question, Mu Zhixi nodded slightly: "It's alright, I'll go and meet this principal."

In the classroom, the players near the window saw her walk upstairs, and their composure immediately went blank.

Cheng Xiaocheng bit the pen cap and wrote a whole page of nonsense on the test paper.

The first question was a combination of the school motto and an essay; she wrote "My Goddess-like Boss Sister" and "I Think Italian Pasta Should Be Mixed with No. 42 Concrete."

For the second question, which asked her to calculate the number of people she was managing, she wrote, "I know the Goddess Sister."

In the third question about her feelings about losing her name, she wrote: "I'm very sad, but if the school insists I'm not sad, then I can pretend I'm not sad."

She felt like crying after she finished writing it; it was practically a defense of her conscience.

Can this even score a point? Even a dog would shake its head.

Just as Cheng Xiaocheng was about to peek at Gu Wenzhou, Zhou Xiang suddenly stretched his neck out, reaching just a few centimeters in front of Cheng Xiaocheng.

"Cheng Xiaocheng, write your own stories."

Cheng Xiaocheng was startled and immediately lowered her head: "Teacher, I am reflecting on this seriously."

Zhou Xiang sneered: "Write your reflections on the exam paper too."

Cheng Xiaocheng: "..."

This copy even requires written reflection? Isn't this bullying honest people?

She was just continuing to make things up when she caught a glimpse of Mu Zhixi walking up the corridor.

Gu Wenzhou noticed it too.

According to available information, the principal's office at the Faceless School is located on the fifth floor.

The old ghost hissed inside him, "She's not going to go and kill the principal alone, is she?"

Gu Wenzhou asked in a low voice, "What do you think she'll do?"

The old man was silent for a moment, then his tone suddenly became serious.

"If she really went to the principal's office, it means that she cut out the core clue of the puzzle while cutting the leaves."

Gu Wenzhou: "You just said it was something left behind by the principal."

"Isn't this just a revision of my judgment based on new intelligence?" the old ghost said matter-of-factly. "The key to living long is knowing when to change your story and having a flexible bottom line."

Gu Wenzhou was speechless: "..."

He was unable to refute it.

A chilly wind blew at the end of the fifth-floor corridor.

On each of the two golden trophies by the entrance was a human face. The one on the left had a creepy smile, while the one on the right had a heartbreaking cry.

"Visitor, please state the reason for your visit—" the smiling face on the left said quietly.

"Those who are late, hand over your hands; those who lie, have their tongues pulled out—" The crying face on the right stared intently at Mu Zhixi.

Mu Zhixi didn't even lift her eyelids: "Plant care specialist, get the list."

The words had barely left his mouth when both trophies jammed simultaneously. The previously sinister smile vanished instantly, and the crying face on the right was so startled that it spat out the door handle: "The principal... the principal has been waiting for a long time!"

Push the door open and enter.

This was the first time Mu Zhixi had seen the final boss of a four-star dungeon.

The man behind the desk was thin and dressed in a suit. What was horrifying was the entire wall behind him, densely covered with human faces, some dripping blood, others blinking in despair.

[Level A Mystery: The Faceless Principal of No. 1 Middle School]

The terrifying entity on the forum that could wipe out a large player guild was now emerging from behind his desk in a state of trepidation, his hands clasped together and his back bowed deeply.

"Your Majesty."

To Mu Zhixi's surprise, the panel in front of her flashed:

[Former follower of the Sanctuary Church detected: Faceless Principal of No. 1 Middle School]

[State of faith: Despite being out of contact for many years, he remains extremely fanatical.]

Mu Zhixi: ...Case solved. No wonder this lousy school gave her the green light all the way; it turns out this A-level Boss is a regular customer of her makeshift church.