Super God: One Punch and You're Dead

Her duty had always been to guard this academy, and she absolutely would not allow any unknown force to infiltrate its grounds.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for successfully arriving at Super Seminary. Searching for MISS... Potential target detected.]

A clearly lit coordinate point appeared in his mind, along with a prompt to go and check in!

The coordinates in his mind were slowly drawing closer in his direction.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for successfully arriving at the check-in location. Check-in has officially begun!]

[Check-in duration: 10 minutes. Exiting midway will result in check-in failure.]

"Oh?"

It wasn't what Lin Yan had expected.

MISS didn't stop to question Lin Yan; instead, she completely ignored him.

Could this be an image of mental power?

A strong mental force was enough to crush another, and the weaker one would instinctively resort to something like avoidance as a form of self-preservation.

[Target is about to leave the 10-meter range. Check-in will fail.]

Lin Yan dashed forward in a single stride.

"Hello."

"..."

MISS reacted swiftly, responding in the shortest time possible. She turned her body, and a look of shock flashed in her eyes.

With her level of mental power, how could she have overlooked a living person?

Caution had already risen in MISS's heart.

"Qi Lin's younger brother, the new recruit, Lin Yan, right?"

After a moment of surprise, MISS's expression returned to normal. Her delicate face bore a gentle, mature smile, and her voice was as sweet as a warbling swallow.

"Yeah."

Lin Yan replied.

His azure eyes held a faint, enigmatic smile. MISS had never seen a youth like this before—those clear eyes sparkled with a unique light.

Her suspicion toward Lin Yan only deepened.

A faint smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"My sister's pretty outstanding, isn't she?"

"Of course."

MISS's words were clearly just a polite formality.

Though she hadn't met Qi Lin yet, the records showed that Qi Lin's genes weren't particularly advanced—only at the first-generation Divine River level. She was stronger than an average human, but hardly exceptional.

Compared to the others.

Ge Xiaolun possessed Galaxy Power, and Liu Chuang wielded God-Slaying Power.

"Your sister has gone to report in. She should be at the principal's office soon."

MISS was still quite courteous to Lin Yan.

This woman exuded an aura like an orchid in a secluded valley. Every smile and frown was so mature, steady, and gentle—she had more warmth than Qiangwei.

"By the way, did you see anyone around here?"

"I saw a woman."

Lin Yan played the part of an obedient little brother. Though he knew MISS was looking for him, he deliberately muddied the waters.

"What did she look like?"

MISS asked, her eyes bright with interest.

"A sister who seemed really cold. She didn't seem to like me much, and she even looked at me like I might be some suspicious character."

Lin Yan gave an innocent smile.

That smile, on the face of this handsome youth, was especially disarming.

"Long wine-red hair, wearing a uniform similar to yours."

MISS let out a helpless chuckle. She immediately guessed it was Qiangwei.

"That's Du Qiangwei."

She explained with a smile.

"Lieutenant Qiangwei."

The military and Super Seminary had a supervisory relationship, and the academy itself operated under military-style management.

Du Qiangwei was a true second-generation member.

Everyone in Super Seminary knew that Du Qiangwei was General Dukao's daughter. Even MISS, as the academy's administrator, had a certain degree of wariness toward her.

Having a father makes everything easier.

Miss didn't want to keep talking about Du Qiangwei, so she changed the subject.

"Want to rest in the office for a bit?"

She actually didn't want to give up tracking that unknown life fluctuation, but she cared more about the young man in front of her—this was the judgment of her mental strength, which rivaled that of a third-generation warrior.

Beyond mental perception.

Miss had another method.

Direct contact.

"Let's go."

Her slender fingers casually brushed against Lin Yan's shoulder. This was a form of perception, capable of quickly reading the other person's memories.

But—