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

If it weren't for the fact that the game prohibits the exposure of public information, Mu Zhixi would have loved to shove the panel in their faces.

Indeed, in this instance where everyone is missing limbs, her perfectly intact and even exceptionally beautiful appearance makes her easy for players to mistake her for one of their own.

Cheng Xiaocheng, with her sharp eyes, spotted Mu Zhixi and immediately stood up straight, giving the inspector a sharp rap on the head: "Shut up, don't dirty the boss's ears!"

A group of players quickly made way.

Mu Zhixi ignored him and walked straight towards the dormitory area.

Although the dormitory environment was terrible, Mu Zhixi was in a pretty good mood because she had just made a big profit.

The highlight after the exam was a thorough house cleaning.

The dormitory corridor reeked of the foul stench of sewage. The faceless dormitory supervisor held a blood-dripping mop in her hand, staring at the living student who was unclogging the toilet.

[Dormitory Rule 3: If a person's shadow can be seen on the ground, they are exempt from nighttime room checks.]

In order to survive, the players were so desperate that they would use toothbrushes to scrape out all the dust from the grout lines of the floor tiles.

Mu Zhixi appeared in the corridor at the appointed time, holding the school chaplain's patrol list.

She leaned against the door frame.

The players inside, who were cleaning the sewers with their bare hands, looked up and were stunned.

Cheng Xiaocheng snatched the rag from the person next to her and started wiping away with great enthusiasm: "Sister! You take a break, we can do this kind of rough work. Just watching you is the biggest encouragement for us!"

Gu Wenzhou rolled up his sleeves and quietly took over the dirtiest corner of the dormitory.

This is an invisible form of alignment. The fact that the bigwigs are willing to stand here and watch them work shows that they don't consider them outsiders. This is a test, but also a form of protection.

Mu Zhixi enjoys a leisurely life.

The dorm supervisor walked by carrying a mop. I was planning to nitpick and find fault, but I also wanted to grab a bite of pig brains.

When he turned his head, he saw the White Feather Goddess leaning against the door.

The dormitory supervisor's legs buckled, and she almost fell to her knees.

His Majesty actually came to inspect this filthy and smelly dormitory in person?! And he even stood there acting as a supervisor?!

The dormitory supervisor's eyes welled up with tears of emotion.

So dedicated! This is the sense of responsibility that someone in a high position should have! Taking care of the food rations for lower-level employees for free—this isn't some outsider emperor, this is practically the most touching example of a model worker this year!

Two species, two minds.

Mu Zhixi propped her head up with one hand, quietly watching this absurd scene of humanity, while the fusion value was steadily increasing in the background.

The schedule at No. 1 Middle School is utterly inhumane.

Less than three minutes after the cleaning ended, the shrill assembly bell rang again throughout the campus.

It's time for morning exercises.

A dark red haze hung over the playground. The rubber track was sticky and damp; stepping on it would cause dark brown blood to seep out.

[Running Exercise Rules: The formation must remain aligned; those with inconsistent strides will be left with their legs behind; anyone whose breathing drowns out the commands will be removed as it is considered a disturbance to the lesson.]

There were fewer than a hundred players mixed in with several hundred NPC students, their faces pale.

"One, two, three, four—"

The faceless PE teacher stood in the inner circle, holding a barbed iron whip. He was so fast that he even created a sonic boom.

Mu Zhixi frowned as she watched this scene.

Although Faceless High School is just a bizarre dungeon and not a proper school in essence, it is still undeniably unsettling.

The players desperately tried to regulate their breathing, even though their lungs felt like they were about to burst, they could only bite their lips and remain silent.

A newcomer tried to scheme against those around him, but accidentally strayed half an inch from the group. In an instant, an iron whip wrapped around his ankle, and the next second he was dragged into the black mud under the track.

Many players witnessed this scene clearly.

Gu Wenzhou ran in the first row, his breathing very steady, but sweat dripped down his chin from his forehead.

The old ghost kept warning him from inside his body: "That NPC on the left is going to trip you, dodge! Right, right, don't make a sound!"

Cheng Xiaocheng was able to keep up with the pace thanks to her good physical fitness, but her eyes were already stinging from the red mist.

Just as this group of people were exhausted to the point of vomiting blood and were constantly on the verge of death, a faint sound of porcelain clinking came from the rostrum on the side of the playground.

Gu Wenzhou glanced at them out of the corner of his eye.

I glanced at it and almost forgot to take a breath.

On the high platform, Mu Zhixi leaned back in a European-style soft chair, with a small round table in front of her. On the table was a set of gilded red tea set that she didn't know where she got it from.

The beautiful woman held a teacup, her demeanor divine and compassionate, her posture elegant.

This is not over yet.

Standing behind her was the usually fierce-looking principal, who was now bending over and fanning Mu Zhixi.

That fawning expression severely impacted the worldviews of some unsuspecting players who had the time to observe their surroundings.

Sister, we're risking our lives running down here, while you're up here drinking tea and listening to music? We're all living people dragged into this bizarre world of rules, so why can you skip survival mode and just retire?!

Comparing yourself to others can be incredibly frustrating.

"Don't get distracted," the old ghost muttered in Gu Wenzhou's mind. "What are you looking at? That's real skill!"

"If you had that set of high-level magical artifacts, you could have the principal wash your feet, let alone drink tea!"

Gu Wenzhou looked away.

Strength. This is the privilege that comes with absolute strength.

He also wants to strive to become a top-tier player like this lady!

[Playing value continues to improve, current integration level exceeds 25%!]

The shimmering effect of the Sanctuary has been enhanced.

[Ability Description: In addition to the original ability of calming the mind and granting a slight immunity to rule contamination, this ability restores the health of friendly targets within its coverage area and provides basic healing.]

Mu Zhixi put down her teacup, looked down at the players below whose faces were turning pale and whose lungs were about to burst, and felt it was time to give them a little treat.

Oppression and pretense alone are not enough; a combination of kindness and severity is needed for these potential believers to grow strong.

Mu Zhixi raised her hand and gently touched the air with her fingertips.

"Buzz." A very faint white-gold halo rippled from her fingertips, silently spreading across the entire playground.

Cheng Xiaocheng, who was struggling to hold on, suddenly felt a lightness all over her body. Her previously heavy legs regained their strength, and even the cold air she breathed into her lungs felt fresh and sweet.

Gu Wenzhou also keenly noticed that the stinging sensation that had been lingering in his mind had disappeared.

"This...this..." The old ghost stammered, "Kid, you've really had a stroke of good luck today!"

"Skills that combine group purification and buffs generally come at a high cost, whether used by humans or monsters!"

The players weren't stupid; almost the instant their health was restored, everyone's eyes turned to the podium.

The White Feather Goddess sat gracefully upon it, a faint golden light still lingering on her fingertips.

[Received the players' reverence, Faith Points +280]

[Sensing the power of faith, the Red Moon Branch Church, a stronghold of faith, has begun to connect... Please spread the faith of the Holy Land as much as possible.]

Mu Zhixi leaned back in her chair, picked up her black tea, and took a sip.

To be honest, the tea was a bit bitter, but the clinking sound of points being credited to my account was absolutely delightful.