What Are You Even Calculating?!
On the first day after the National College Entrance Examination expired, corpses lay everywhere.
Within the Great Rift, a massive flesh-and-blood Mystic Object floated in the air. The grotesque sight of its organs exposed outside its body tormented everyone's nerves every second, making their already gloomy mood even more miserable.
Lying sprawled on the ground of the outpost, Steamed Bun stared up at the sky. She wanted to eat nothing and do nothing.
The thought that everyone else had already begun the National College Entrance Examination while they remained trapped here felt like ants crawling through the cracks in her bones, leaving her uncomfortable all over.
"How could life be this miserable----"
To pay for school, Dad had sold the family cow.
Her older brother had transformed into a slutty Fox and livestreamed suggestive content, pulling off insane stunts like smoking cigarettes with his chrysanthemum every day.
Her older sister had shouldered the family's milk business alone. A perfectly good young woman, already well past thirty and still unable to get married. She took injections and medicine for work every day, and now horses could run beneath her crotch while people could stand on her pecs. From time to time, people even came specifically to invite her to rebel and become a mountain bandit queen.
Unfortunately, it was all over.
Sprawled in a big X on the ground, Steamed Bun lay there lifelessly for a long while. Then, as if she were fighting a Ghost Cultivator, she suddenly flailed her arms wildly and let out meaningless howls before falling silent again as though dead.
After playing dead quietly for a long time, she finally numbly climbed to her feet and considered what to do next.
Repeating a year was impossible.
Cultivation was expensive, and her