Do you have any leads?

The spacious preparation hall buzzed with excitement.

Thousands of students, guided by staff, were orderly making their way to their designated spots.

Chen Li, seated on the observation platform, suddenly noticed a young man standing at the front.

The youth appeared to be seventeen or eighteen, yet possessed a face as beautiful as jade and an extraordinary demeanor. His eyes, devoid of any emotion, made him stand out even more.

"You've been hiding such an excellent student?" Chen Li turned to the middle-aged man beside him, teasingly.

Liang Fuzhong, not understanding, asked in a fawning tone, "Which student are you referring to, Director Chen?"

Chen Li pointed in a direction. "The Deathmatch is imminent, yet he remains calm and composed. He must be confident."

Liang Fuzhong followed his gaze and immediately broke into an awkward smile. "Uh, Director, you might not know this, but that student fell into the water yesterday. When they pulled him out, he wasn't breathing. They managed to save him, but he's been in this state ever since. He doesn't respond when you talk to him."

"He's lost his mind?" Chen Li's smile turned playful.

Students, in essence, were reserves. Skills like swimming were naturally part of their training.

"Yes, I thought for sure he wouldn't be participating in this Deathmatch."

Liang Fuzhong shook his head slightly with a hint of regret as he said this.

"Actually, even if he hadn't fallen in, it would have been difficult for him to achieve good results. The main issue is here..." Liang Fuzhong tapped his own head and added, "There's a problem."

"What do you mean?"

"Have you heard of Extreme Lack of Aggression Syndrome, Director?"

"I've heard of so-called aggressive personalities."

Chen Li looked surprised. "Sounds like the complete opposite?"

Liang Fuzhong nodded. "This is one of the Neuroscience Research Institute's findings in recent years. Perhaps similar patients existed in the past, but since this condition was truly recognized, my student is the first case. Dean Li even suggested naming the disease after him."

"Interesting. So he's incapable of aggressive actions?"

"That's how it manifests. They say his brain constantly secretes excessive amounts of serotonin and other chemicals that inhibit emotions, making it impossible for him to feel negative emotions like anger."

"But this child's limbs are intact. If he can't even fight, surely he can at least defend himself?" Chen Li's surprise was evident.

Liang Fuzhong sighed.

"A person's actions will always follow their body's dictates. This isn't something that can be overcome by willpower."

Chen Li nodded.

He could roughly understand.

Just like most people would assume that a blind person sees black in front of them.

But that wasn't the reality.

What blind people "see" is actually emptiness, nothingness. They've never seen it, so they have no concept of color.

"Director, the Deathmatch is about to begin." Although they were chatting, Liang Fuzhong hadn't forgotten their duties.

"I hope this child can last a little longer in the Deathmatch Arena," Chen Li said, looking at the student with a faint sigh. "What a shame."

[Ding!]

[Teleportation commencing...]

[Deathmatch Arena ID: 87****0023]

[User Initial Name: (Unavailable)]

[Title: None]

[Talent: 8]

[Current Points: 0]

[Current Ranking: 500/500]

[Abilities: None]

[Notice! The first round of Ability Pool has been activated. Selection is available.]

Lu Bai slowly came to his senses, shaking off his grogginess.

A series of data appeared before his retinas; the entire panel seemed rather rudimentary.

A refreshing mountain breeze, carrying the scent of soil, brushed past him, allowing him to shift his focus from the semi-transparent panel.

Lu Bai looked around. Students in dark green school uniforms were emerging from the teaching building behind him in small groups.

On the soccer field, boys were playing energetically, while under the shade of trees, a few classmates were chatting with books in hand.

From the broadcast speakers in the teaching building, a youthful and melodious background music accompanied the scene.

A school?

I transmigrated?

Lu Bai frowned slightly, silently calming the turmoil in his heart.

As for the data panel in front of his retina, he accepted it quite quickly. After all, a system should be standard equipment for a transmigrator. At most, he was a little confused about the "Talent" section.

He hesitated for a moment and tentatively thought in his mind: Select.

The next second, the semi-transparent panel was obscured by three divided screens, as if someone had smeared three gold-edged cards onto his face.

[Unexpected Fortune (Gold): Immediately obtain currency with a purchasing power of ten million in the current world.]

[Super Regeneration (Gold): Provides extremely strong cell-level self-healing effects.]

[King of Strength (Gold): Current strength is doubled.]

As if divinely inspired, Lu Bai instantly realized that he could choose one of these three abilities.

Upon realizing this, Lu Bai first abandoned the [Unexpected Fortune] ability. Ten million was a huge sum in modern society, but compared to supernatural abilities, it wasn't as attractive.

As for [King of Strength] and [Super Regeneration], both sounded pretty good based on their descriptions.

Unfortunately, he could only choose one.

Lu Bai sighed softly, "In any case, improving my survivability is definitely not a problem..."

His psychological resilience was decent. Regardless of whether he could return to his own world, he had to first understand his current situation.

He exited the data panel, spread his hands, and moved them around, estimating his physical condition.

Choosing [Super Regeneration] didn't cause any changes like turning into the Hulk. He still looked like an ordinary high school student on the outside, which put Lu Bai's mind at ease.

Because he had been standing there for too long, students occasionally cast curious glances at Lu Bai from both sides, seemingly wondering what this guy was doing blocking the exit of the teaching building.

However, at this moment, a boy with a smattering of freckles on his face excitedly emerged from a classroom behind Lu Bai.

Especially when he noticed Lu Bai, his eyes lit up even more.

The freckled boy ran all the way to Lu Bai, his voice filled with undisguised joy, "That's great! I didn't expect us to be in the same Deathmatch."

This guy... what was his name again?

Lu Bai felt a strange sense of familiarity from the freckled boy but couldn't recall who he was.

"Let's go, let's find a safe place to discuss it first."

The freckled boy familiarly slung an arm around Lu Bai, and they left the teaching building arm in arm like a pair of good buddies.

As they walked, the freckled boy whispered, "Little Lu, what ability did you choose?"

Wait, hold on...

Lu Bai was slightly stunned.

Everyone could choose an ability?

So this panel wasn't his exclusive system?

Seeing Lu Bai remain silent, a hint of impatience flashed across the freckled boy's face before he forced a smile.

"Don't be so nervous. Although the teacher said to stay vigilant in the Deathmatch Arena at all times, we're classmates. Besides, this is our first Deathmatch, and there's no danger to our lives."

The freckled boy casually patted Lu Bai's shoulder and added, "I know your situation. If you don't find someone to cover for you, do you really expect to wander around the Deathmatch Arena by yourself?"

The other party repeatedly mentioned Deathmatch. Combined with the context, he was clearly using the Deathmatch Arena to refer to the current world.

"You're right."

Lu Bai nodded obediently.

He could sense the freckled boy's attitude towards him; it wasn't as friendly as he pretended to be.

But no matter what this guy intended, getting information from him was much better than him fumbling around like a headless fly.

With that thought, Lu Bai casually bluffed, "I chose an ability that improves calculation speed."

For some reason, the freckled boy didn't doubt this, as if he didn't think Lu Bai would lie to him.

He frowned and sighed to himself, "It's not very useful."

As they talked, they unknowingly arrived at the back of the sports field, a corner formed by an old banyan tree and a wall. A few delinquent youths were there, smoking.

These delinquent youths noticed the arrival of two unfamiliar faces and successively extinguished their remaining cigarette butts before leaving.

In the blink of an eye, only Lu Bai and the freckled boy were left in the corner.

Confirming that no one else would come for a short while, the freckled boy released his arm from Lu Bai's shoulder and subtly blocked the exit route with his body.

Lu Bai seemed oblivious to this.

Seeing this, the freckled boy feigned a sigh and said, "Little Lu, you can't blame me. You're already a burden, and you chose a useless ability, so..."

As the freckled boy spoke, he magically produced an Eight-Sided Han Sword from somewhere and pointed it at Lu Bai, saying, "Why don't you just give your point to me? I might even take care of you back there, depending on my mood."

Looking at the sword blade glinting under the sunlight.

Lu Bai couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

To be honest, even with the tip of the sword less than half a meter away from him, he didn't feel any tension.

The freckled youth's stance with the sword made it easy for him to judge that the other party was a novice when it came to swordsmanship, and his demeanor didn't suggest he had actually killed anyone.

When it came to cold weapons, knowing how to use them and not knowing how to use them were two entirely different matters.

Even without that so-called [Super Regeneration], Lu Bai was confident that someone like the freckled youth wouldn't be able to harm him. The only thing he needed to be wary of was the Eight-Sided Han Sword itself.

Therefore, Lu Bai asked sincerely, "Can we talk a little longer?"

"What?!" The freckled youth was stunned for a moment.

He snapped back to reality, his expression unfriendly as he reached out to push Lu Bai, but he missed.

Staring at Lu Bai, who had deliberately taken a step back, the freckled youth's face turned completely grim. He threatened, "Try moving again."

Upon hearing this, Lu Bai drew an arc on the ground with his right foot.

"Alright, alright, alright."

The freckled youth gritted his teeth, paused for a moment, and then cursed angrily, "You're fucking looking for death!"

Lu Bai was not intimidated.

What bothered him was that the other party's reaction didn't seem like a response to provocation, but rather like a show of bravado born from shattered preconceptions.

The freckled youth actually made a move, swinging his sword down at Lu Bai.

The trajectory of the swing was too obvious. As long as one remained calm, it wouldn't be difficult for a normal person to dodge it.

Swish!

Accompanied by the sound of air being cut, Lu Bai nimbly sidestepped to avoid the blow.

He then quickly moved to grab the hilt, embedding part of the blade into the muddy ground, and followed up with a kick to the freckled youth's waist.

The entire sequence was executed flawlessly. During this process, he even had enough energy to ponder the reason behind the other party's overly aggressive reaction.

Lu Bai didn't have to ponder for long. The freckled youth, who had been kicked to the ground, provided part of the answer.

His mouth agape, eyes wide as he stared at Lu Bai, he subconsciously asked, "How is that possible? Your illness..."

"Illness? What illness?"

Lu Bai casually pulled the long sword out of the mud, walked up to the freckled youth, and chuckled involuntarily, "Is there a risk of recovery?"

The freckled youth swallowed hard, his eyes filled with disbelief.

The other party's reaction didn't seem fake. Lu Bai deliberately added a teasing remark purely to mask his own confusion.

Could it be that I'm actually a patient?

I feel pretty healthy.

"Not talking anymore?"

Lu Bai weighed the long sword in his hand and then skillfully placed the blade against the freckled youth's neck. "Do you want to test if my treasured sword is sharp?"

What do you mean, 'my treasured sword'?!

Hearing this, the freckled youth almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

He glared at Lu Bai resentfully, "What else do you want me to say?"

Tap~tap~

Lu Bai tapped the freckled youth's shoulder with the flat of the blade, his threat undisguised.

"I ask, you answer. Hesitate even for a moment, and I'll slice your head off."

The youth turned his head, remaining silent, as if accepting the terms.

Lu Bai didn't mind the display of petty emotions. "Name?"

"Fan Ding."

"Age?"

"Eighteen."

Fan Ding's expression grew increasingly grim.

In his opinion, Lu Bai's "feigned ignorance" was clearly a form of humiliation.

"How many people are in our class?"

"That's enough!"

Fan Ding took a deep breath, as if making a decision, and sneered at Lu Bai, "If you have the guts, just kill me."

"Look at you, getting impatient again."

A smile spread across Lu Bai's face.

It was a smile of genuine innocence, almost impossible to fake.

Ultimately, it was because Lu Bai felt no killing intent at all, not even the slightest urge to beat Fan Ding up.

He was even surprised at how his temper had improved.

Casually ruffling Fan Ding's hair as a gesture of comfort, Lu Bai decided to change his approach and try to gather the information he wanted indirectly.

But before he could figure out how to start, his thoughts were interrupted by screams coming from the sports field.

"Ah!!!"

This scream was like a signal, triggering a chain reaction.

Screams echoed one after another from various places, shattering the campus's tranquility.

If you listened closely, you could also hear roars like those of wild beasts.

Lu Bai looked in the direction of the sounds, but unfortunately, several thick, old banyan trees blocked his view of the sports field.

He blinked and turned to look at Fan Ding, who was equally bewildered.

"Do you have any idea what's going on?"