My Name Is Xiao Wu, as in Dancing Wu!

In Nuoding Academy's dormitory building, Tang San cut a somewhat gloomy figure as he walked down the corridor toward Dormitory Seven.

His heart was filled with schemes and anticipation. The excitement of putting his plan into action made his heart race.

He had finally arrived at this corner that belonged to him. This was his hiding place within Nuoding Academy, as well as the starting point of his future plans.

He let out a deep breath, as though he wanted to expel the gloom in his heart along with it.

From this moment on, he had officially become a member of Nuoding Academy. But that was not what he truly sought. What he wanted was more—power, and the dignity of never being trampled beneath others' feet again.

A cunning smile curled across his lips, and an imperceptible gleam flashed in his eyes.

Tang San was not thinking about how to fit into this new environment, but rather how to use its resources and connections to achieve his goals.

He had little interest in the "peers" he was about to meet, seeing them only as stepping stones on his path to strength.

An inexplicable sense of superiority welled up within Tang San. The corners of his lips rose slightly, revealing a faint, barely noticeable smile.

In this world he had transmigrated into, he felt as though he were an old man weathered by countless hardships, while these so-called "peers" around him were nothing more than a bunch of immature little brats in his eyes.

Of course, that madman called Blade was an exception. His madness and cunning made even Tang San view him differently!

In this new land, although Tang San did not care about the little brats he was about to see,

wasn't it easy for him, with what he considered his mature mind, to find that sense of superiority and presence among a crowd of little brats?

These new "peers" would undoubtedly be the perfect targets for him to regain his confidence. Imagining himself thriving among them put him in a good mood.

After all, whenever he recalled those days by Blade's side, Tang San could not help but feel his heart tighten.

During that time, it was as though he had never been able to escape the nightmare of being hunted down in his previous life. Pain and fear had followed him like a shadow.

He had almost forgotten the carefree innocence and childlike naivety someone his age should have possessed!

Didn't he have to make up for it now through these normal little brats?! Just thinking about being surrounded and protected by others, standing above everyone else, thrilled Tang San! Excited him!

At that moment, it was as though sunlight had illuminated Tang San's heart. He pursed his lips into a faint smile, and that long-suppressed sense of exhilaration finally returned to him.

He took a deep breath, determined to reclaim the youthful years that belonged to him in this world.

Tang San was completely immersed in his thoughts, utterly unaware of the danger silently approaching from behind.

His steps were light, like a deer joyfully leaping through spring, while Blade, following not far behind him, was like a lurking cheetah—silent and sharp-eyed.

As always, Blade held Shizun's Sword in his arms. Cold Light reflected off the blade, standing in stark contrast to his expressionless face.

A crazed gleam flickered in his eyes, a fanaticism mixed with anticipation and bloodlust, fixed firmly on Tang San's back.

His presence was like an ominous Aura, gradually spreading through the air.

For Blade, who had inherited Blade's name, every moment he did not seek out his designated target to repay the price was a moment of torment.

Blade remembered that according to the original plot, the moment Little Scoundrel pushed open the dormitory door, the so-called dormitory boss, Wang Sheng, would give him a punch as a show of force!

Then the overpowered Tang San would naturally defeat him without any effort!

At the thought, excitement surged within Blade.

He imagined defeating Tang San before everyone's eyes. That would surely make narrow-minded Tang San feel unprecedented anger, driving him madly to recite Path to Death at him!

And he could use that to gain more Portrayal Progress points.

The corners of Blade's lips lifted slightly into a cold smile. He was already looking forward to the show about to unfold.

However, just as Blade was about to continue following him and carry out his plan, a system prompt suddenly rang out in his mind.

The abrupt sound instantly jolted him awake from his fervor.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he stopped walking.

Ding! A new Series Mission has been triggered: Betrayal Series Mission (Xiao Wu Chapter)!

Ding! Mission objective: Make the Protagonist Betrayed by All!

Ding! Completing the mission will grant a large amount of Portrayal Progress points!

The system's icy voice echoed in Blade's mind. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed through them.

He had not expected a new mission to be triggered so quickly in this new environment.

It stirred ripples across the lake of his once-calm heart.

The mission description was simple and abstract. Like Elio's previous scripts, it used only a few words to outline a vague direction.

This uncertainty made Blade somewhat uneasy. He was accustomed to clear orders and direct objectives, yet this mission was like a mass of fog, impossible to grasp.

Blade frowned deeply, his heart filled with doubt.

What exactly did this mission called "Betrayal by All (Xiao Wu Chapter)" mean? Was he supposed to sow discord and make Xiao Wu grow disgusted with Tang San?

The thought was both amusing and absurd to Blade. He knew his own methods well. For this "stand-in Tang San," making others hate him—or even despise him—was as easy as turning his hand, and it was exactly what Blade wanted to see.

Yet this mission required him to make one person hate another, which struck Blade as an inexplicable hassle.

As a weapon pursuing the other shore, he was accustomed to direct slaughter. When it came to such delicate emotional manipulation, he felt as though he were holding a dull blade, with nowhere to begin.

Blade could not help but miss his companions in the Stellaron Hunter team.

If Kafka were here, perhaps a single use of Spirit Speech would easily solve the problem.

And Silver Wolf—perhaps her ability to alter reality data could achieve the same result.

Only he himself could not.

Blade stood where he was, lost in thought. He weighed the value of this mission and calculated the gains and losses of its Portrayal Progress points.

After a moment, he came to a conclusion: the reward for this mission was not enough to make him rack his brains over it.

If he truly could not complete it, he could simply give up and continue using Little Scoundrel to steadily increase his Portrayal Progress instead.

Blade gently shook his head, tossing the mission from his mind as he prepared to head to the dormitory.

But then,

suddenly,

just as he took a step forward, a pink figure abruptly blocked his path.

She was a petite, soft-looking girl. Her sudden appearance made Blade stop in his tracks.

The girl appeared especially lively beneath the sunlight, as though her presence had infused this space with a touch of sweetness.

At the same time, a girl's voice, crisp and pleasant as silver bells, drifted over. It carried a trace of playfulness and innocence that made people want to smile.

"Wow~ What a handsome boy~"

"Hehe, oh right, handsome! Let's get acquainted! My name is Xiao Wu, as in dancing Wu!"

There was an inexplicable, natural sense of familiarity in Xiao Wu's words, and her attitude was warm and friendly.

"What's your name?"

After saying that, Xiao Wu clasped her hands behind her back and leaned her delicate body slightly forward, tilting her little head to one side as she blinked curiously at Blade.

The rabbit-ear accessory on her head bounced lightly with her movements, as though it had a life of its own, perfectly complementing her energetic personality.