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

Mu Zhixi turned her head and looked at the principal who was closely following beside her.

The principal was hunched over, clutching a stack of temporary rectification forms in his hand, wishing he could tear down the entire school and renovate it right now.

Mu Zhixi instructed, "The room checks must continue tonight."

If the examination ended immediately after she left, it would inevitably arouse suspicion.

The principal was taken aback: "Your Majesty, didn't you just say..."

"Security checks do not equate to abolishing discipline," Mu Zhixi added with a dry cough. "Rules can be retained, but indiscriminate killing is unnecessary."

The principal nodded vigorously: "I understand completely. We will strictly investigate any violations, and those who are ignorant of the rules must be severely punished."

Mu Zhixi: "...?"

There's no need to summarize it so meticulously.

She simply wanted these players to remember, amidst their extreme fear, who gave them the chance to continue breathing.

Humans are a very strange species.

It is said that art originates from life; to offer help in times of need, one must experience heavy snowfall; and to show gratitude for saving a life, one must be on the verge of death.

Without a life-threatening crisis, her dazzling appearance wouldn't be worth much.

Mu Zhixi felt guilty for half a second for her own unscrupulous business logic.

Environment shapes a person, dungeons shape a soul. Most importantly, the faith points are just too good to pass up!

Returning to reality, a long string of data prompts popped up on the panel in front of Mu Zhixi's eyes.

[Received awe and reliance from the player, imagined, Faith value +300]

Current integration level: 30%

Mu Zhixi: "?"

So, you can even calculate a separate account for your imagination?

This is a really good product.

This shows that players are not only valuable just for being alive, but also for their rich imaginations.

In the blink of an eye, Mu Zhixi completely forgave those guys who said she was like a gamer.

She agreed, it's a misunderstanding! She boldly opened up this misunderstanding!

It's best to imagine her as a top-secret national agent, a hidden top player ranked number one globally.

When you're traveling, you give yourself your own identity!

Mu Zhixi would never explain. After all, explaining would drastically lower her standing, just like how villains in novels often die from talking too much.

While Mu Zhixi was pondering, the night patrol continued.

The dormitory supervisor dragged a blood-stained boning knife along the floors, and some players were made to stand in the corridor all night as punishment. When they returned, their legs were still intact, but they were half-dead from fright.

Someone greedily hid some props, which the dorm supervisor forcibly pulled out from under their smelly pillow. Just as the big knife was raised high, the principal appeared out of nowhere behind them and coughed heavily.

The dormitory supervisor was so frightened that his hand trembled, and he abruptly changed the order to confiscation and forced the dormitory supervisor to write a self-criticism.

The player was so moved that he burst into tears, soaking his blankets with his sobs.

They're not stupid at all. The fact that they went from being brutally chopped up to having to write an 800-word self-criticism was clearly because of a single, casual remark from that stunningly beautiful boss.

In a four-star high-difficulty dungeon, what's a self-criticism letter? It's practically a get-out-of-jail-free card!

Soon, the news spread like wildfire throughout the entire men's dormitory.

"Don't curse this lousy school, don't curse the NPCs, and especially don't curse that female inspector—she's definitely not an ordinary player!"

"I heard her surname is Ran, and she is a key figure in the Holy Domain Church."

"Which top-tier guild is the Sanctuary Church?"

"Never heard of it, but the less you've heard of it, the scarier it is! What truly top-tier guilds are constantly posting on forums to make their presence known?"

"What you say makes perfect sense. The Sanctuary Church's secrecy is terrifyingly effective!"

Mu Zhixi stood quietly in the shadows of the stairs, listening with great interest.

It also gave me the experience of playing Turtle Soup from a first-person perspective.

Wonderful! This is so well-written, even better than her own original work, which fills in the gaps in the settings herself.

At this absurd pace of development among players, tomorrow the player forums will likely see a massive post claiming that the Sanctuary Church is a hidden super guild overseas, with all members being at least S-rank.

She even considered getting an official verified account.

Unfortunately, I don't have a forum account yet, and I don't know if native NPCs can register with their real names, or if their faces will pop up.

What's a good name to register?

Realizing she was thinking too far ahead, Mu Zhixi coughed and raised her hand to her lips, using the cough to suppress the strange thoughts in her heart.

The headmaster, visibly tense, asked, "Your Majesty, has your old ailment relapsed?"

"It's alright." Mu Zhixi lowered her hand, her fair fingertips stained with a glaring golden-red.

Good grief, a fake cough producing real blood?

Mu Zhixi's CPU burned out.

When she was writing her novel and creating the character, how many melodramatic and sickly terms did she cram into this body?

He coughs up blood even with just a couple of coughs; his body must be made of shards of glass, so fragile.

The principal, however, immediately picked up a pen and began writing furiously.

[New rule: The chaplain's office must provide unlimited hot tea, cushions, and high-end heaters daily.]

[New rule: All junior faculty and staff must absolutely ensure that His Majesty does not suffer even the slightest bit of fatigue.]

[New rule: No student may breathe loudly in His Majesty's presence.]

Mu Zhixi caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of her eye and fell silent for a moment.

Is this what a naturally gifted player is like? She just coughed up a little blood, and now she's making things harder for the players?

You don't have to.

If this continues, these unfortunate players won't be killed by terrifying monsters, they'll suffocate to death from holding their breath.

Despite a few minor hiccups, the long night eventually ended.

The oppressive dormitory buildings of the Faceless School don't actually have any truly sunny mornings.

The moment that shrill broadcast blared, it was already broad daylight.

The students dragged their exhausted bodies downstairs to assemble, their faces filled with resentment towards the lousy school.

The number of player casualties was actually much lower than in previous years. Most veteran players who could survive the first night were generally able to make it to the last day.

Especially the three survivors living in room 404.

Gu Wenzhou stood obediently at a distance, not daring to approach or try to get closer.

Just kidding, he knows exactly what he's doing!

That big shot gave him a clear path and even saved his life, but that doesn't mean he can immediately shamelessly go up and forcibly claim kinship.

Unlike Gu Wenzhou, Cheng Xiaocheng didn't have this heavy psychological burden at all.

She rushed over from the girls' dormitory in a frenzy, almost being stopped by a patrolling teacher, and abruptly stopped in front of Mu Zhixi.

"Sister Ran!"

After shouting, she realized something was wrong and quickly stammered, "Miss Ran."

Mu Zhixi gave her a cold look.

Cheng Xiaocheng still had dark circles under her eyes; this crazy girl must have suffered a lot last night.

"It's good that you're alright. The Lord will bless you, just as always." Mu Zhixi continued to act as her expert riddle teller with ease.

In a moment of impulsiveness, Cheng Xiaocheng automatically ignored the bitter and incomprehensible nonsense in the second half.

Wow, a beautiful fairy sister is taking care of her!

Rounding down, she is now a prospective disciple personally appointed by the big boss.

No, I'd even be willing to be a janitor or a handyman!

Sweeping the floors of the Sanctuary Church every day might offer a brighter future than studying at Faceless No. 1 High School! She desperately wanted to improve herself!