I Haven't Eaten Yet!

"Boss, everything you ordered comes to one million six hundred and seventy-five thousand. Give me a round number—one million six hundred and eighty thousand. Cash or card?"

After Mo Shang's frenzy of ordering, the boss finally gave a quote of one million six hundred and eighty thousand.

"Bloody hell, that's rounding up! Boss, you really know how to round..." The Yellow Immortal, draped on Mo Shang's shoulder like a pendant, couldn't help but twitch his mouth at the boss's move.

"Hehe, just trying to make it an auspicious number, right? 168, 'all the way prosperous'—sounds great."

The boss chuckled, but soon noticed something off, his eyes widening sharply: "Huh? Wait, a Yellow Weasel just talked!"

"Small-minded. Weird Instances are already a thing, so it's perfectly normal for a Yellow Weasel like me to talk, isn't it?" The Yellow Immortal rolled his eyes at the boss and spoke leisurely.

"Uh... I guess so..."

The boss was left stammering by the Yellow Immortal's words. With Weird Instances popping up, a talking Yellow Weasel didn't seem like that big a deal.

"Alright, boss. Card. Get the food out quickly." Mo Shang handed over a bank card.

"Got it. Wait a moment, folks, I'll get on it." The boss took the card and, without wasting more time, headed toward the kitchen.

The boss was fast with the dishes; soon, plates were brought to the table one after another.

"So many good dishes."

Zhou Yi looked at the feast before him, rubbed his hands excitedly, and picked up his chopsticks, ready to dig in.

But before Zhou Yi could even lift a bite to his mouth, he vanished from the spot in an instant...

"What the hell, where's Zhou Yi?!" Zhang San and Li Si shot up from their seats, staring at the spot where Zhou Yi had disappeared, faces full of shock.

"Don't panic. He just got pulled into a Weird Instance. No big deal." At that moment, Mo Shang suddenly spoke up.

"Oh, then it's fine."

Hearing this, Zhang San and Li Si nodded, sat back down, and picked up their chopsticks to continue eating.

Inside the Weird Instance.

Zhou Yi was still holding his chopsticks, completely dazed.

"Damn it, where did this dump me? Am I even still in the Dragon Kingdom? What about my table full of food?"

He was no longer in the restaurant. Instead, he was locked inside a cramped, filthy, gloomy, and dilapidated room.

Not only that, but his clothes had changed too—now he wore a set of dirty, stained training gear.

Taking in the filthy surroundings, Zhou Yi quickly snapped back to reality. He blinked, then a look of irritation crept onto his face as he gritted his teeth:

"Damn Weird Instance! I hadn't even eaten yet!"

Just as Zhou Yi fumed, the Weird Instance's prompt appeared before his eyes.

[Welcome to the solo Weird Instance: Internet Addiction Treatment Center.]

[Difficulty: High]

[Clear Condition: Escape within seven days.]

The next moment, as the system prompt faded, the door to the small dark room swung open.

The harsh sunlight made Zhou Yi squint, his eyes adjusting uncomfortably.

Once his vision cleared, he saw who had come: a figure wearing a mask and dressed in an Instructor's uniform, standing at the door.

Behind him followed several burly men, also in training gear...

"Zhou Yi, have you reflected on your mistakes?" The Instructor looked at Zhou Yi and spoke flatly.

"Reflect on your mother!" At those words, Zhou Yi, already boiling with rage, couldn't hold back. He threw a punch straight at the Instructor.

"A petty trick, daring to show off before an expert."

Seeing Zhou Yi attack, the Instructor sneered and reached out to grab the incoming fist.

He thought he could handle it easily, but the moment his hand touched Zhou Yi's fist, he realized something was wrong. His pupils shrank, and terror flooded his face:

"No, this can't be!"

The Instructor's hand crumbled, piece by piece. An indescribable force was dismantling his body, and even the Instance's rules couldn't stop it!

"I finally get a good meal, and you drag me into an Instance! Prepare to face my wrath!"

Zhou Yi roared as he drove his fist into the Instructor's chest, sending the man flying. He slammed heavily into the wall.

Then, his form dissolved like foam, vanishing without a trace, as if he had never existed...

With the Instructor one-shotted, the Weird Instance livestream erupted:

"Damn, one punch and the Instructor's gone! What kind of talent did Zhou Yi draw?!"

"Zhou the God is insane! One-punch man!"

"Baka yaro! Why doesn't my Sakura Kingdom's Chosen One have a talent like that? So unfair!"

"Sakura Kingdom guy, what are you yapping about?"

"Your Dragon Kingdom's Chosen One just got lucky. What's there to be smug about..."

"This is the Dragon Kingdom's livestream. Sakura Kingdom people aren't welcome. Get lost!"

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Don't rush. Let them show off for a bit. I'll go grab the Sakura Kingdom's Human Emperor Refining Banner in a moment."

"Brother, righteous! Eliminating a scourge for the people!"

As the Instructor was killed in an instant by Zhou Yi, the few burly men following behind him immediately showed panic on their faces. For a moment, fear spread through the crowd.

"Damn, the Instructor got one-shot."

"So fierce. How does that small frame pack so much power?"

"He's not going to take us out too, is he..."

After finishing off the Instructor, Zhou Yi looked at the burly men, raised a finger to point at one, and crooked it. "You. Come here."

"Big shot, any orders?"

The man pointed at was tense all over. He hurried over, swallowed nervously, hunched his back, and wore an expression full of deference.

"Are you staff here too?" Zhou Yi gave him a once-over, then asked.

"No, no misunderstanding. We're actually students here too." The burly man waved his hands frantically, explaining in a fluster, afraid he'd catch a punch too.

"How do I leave this place?" Seeing this, Zhou Yi didn't waste words with him and asked directly.

"You just have to beat Dean Yang to leave here..." The burly man quickly spoke again.

"Where is he?" Zhou Yi nodded and asked once more.

"He's usually in the Dean's office. Big shot, are you going to challenge him?" The burly man asked curiously.

"That's right. Lead the way now." Seeing this, Zhou Yi didn't hesitate and immediately ordered the man to guide him.

Hearing that Zhou Yi wanted to challenge the Dean, the burly man hesitated for a moment, then spoke up. "Big shot, you're strong, but Dean Yang isn't ordinary. He can shoot lightning. Maybe we should think this over?"

"Shoot lightning? That's interesting."

The burly man's words made a flicker of surprise cross Zhou Yi's face, but it was just surprise—no fear at all.

His left hand dealt High Damage, his right hand dealt High Damage too. No matter what kind of demon or freak showed up, one punch was enough!