This Dungeon Is Way Too Big
The entire platform fell completely silent.
This isn't about whether it's Su Mu or not; it's because Su Mu jumped from seventh to first place in that instant.
And...
"Eighth wave, cleared in the time limit." The middle-aged teacher's voice was a little dry. "One hundred and twenty-eight level twelve monsters, cleared within the time limit."
"The eighth wave has also been cleared with a bang." Another teacher took a deep breath. "At this point, even Zhao Wuji, the strongest among the 3S-class, is still struggling in the latter half of the seventh wave. But Su Mu has already finished the eighth wave."
The old man was silent for a few seconds, then spoke, "Switch the screen to Su Mu's instance."
This time he didn't mention the ranking, but rather the name.
The light curtain switched accordingly.
The first thing that catches the eye is Su Mu standing high above the instance.
He wore a simple gray outdoor jacket with no unnecessary embellishments; the cuffs were slightly rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms. His trousers were dark black, with a plain leather belt around his waist, and he wore a pair of durable outdoor boots. He looked clean and neat, without a trace of anything fancy.
But it is precisely this simplicity that makes his whole personality stand out even more.
He was tall and slender, with straight shoulders and a pine-like posture. The hazy sunlight poured down from the dome, casting a very faint, cool hue on him. His face was well-defined, with slightly high brow bones, a straight nose, and a sharp jawline, giving him a sharpness that was somewhere between a boy and a young man.
Those eyes were the most striking.
Calm, clear, devoid of any superfluous emotion. Like a cold pool reflecting starlight in a deep abyss.
He stood with his hands behind his back high above the instance, looking down at the entire battlefield below. The wind ruffled his clothes, but he remained motionless, like a young deity who had stepped out of an ancient myth.
There was a moment of silence on the platform.
The old man stared at the face in the image, his pupils suddenly contracting.
He recognized him.
The young man in the gray coat, standing high above overlooking the battlefield, was none other than the boy he had personally presented the award to back then.
Last year, in the provincial copy design competition, Su Mu won first place with an overwhelming score. When he stood on the podium, he accepted the trophy from the old man's hands, bowed respectfully, and said, "Thank you, teacher." There was no excessive excitement, no deliberate humility; he simply accepted the honor that rightfully belonged to him.
The old man remembered it very clearly.
He had hosted so many dungeon design competitions and seen countless geniuses, but Su Mu left the deepest impression on him. He had reviewed that child's design three times during the judging phase. Each time, he felt that this should not have come from the hand of a high school student.
The precise grasp of dungeon rules, the creative application of thematic concepts, and the anticipation of combat rhythm... all of this is completely beyond the scope of high school education.
He won't admit his mistake.
The young man standing high above the instance, overlooking the battlefield, is the same boy from back then.
The old man's fingers tightened slightly.
But what truly shocked him was the instanced world beneath Su Mu's feet.
The scene unfolds into a vast and breathtaking instance world.
Under a hazy gray sky, three mountains stand facing each other.
The distant horizon was blurred, and the entire space stretched out in all directions, with an estimated diameter of over one hundred kilometers. The mountain on the left was shrouded in demonic energy, and its foot and waist were covered with white skeletons. Piles of broken bones and skulls formed forests of bones, and when the cold wind blew, bone dust flew everywhere.
The mountain on the right is steep, and atop it stands a girl in plain clothes, with a gray-white bone whip wrapped around her waist. On the highest mountain in the middle, a gray stone stands quietly, its surface gleaming with a warm, soft light, and colorful patterns flowing slowly across its surface.
"This dungeon... must be at least a hundred kilometers long, right?" A teacher gasped.
"It should be over a hundred kilometers. Look at that largest mountain; its area alone exceeds eighty or ninety kilometers. Add the three mountains together, along with the valley and wasteland in between, and it's definitely over a hundred kilometers."
"Building such a wide area in the early stages is such a waste of Soul Power; it's simply reckless."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
That's common sense.
Even for these 3S professionals, the maximum range is only about three kilometers.
Most students are stuck at one to two kilometers.
This dungeon world spans nearly a hundred kilometers, which is simply astonishing.
Then everyone said incredulously, "Seriously, that's nearly a hundred kilometers, and a thousand Soul Power points. Keep in mind he's only been awakened for seven days. How did he do that? For a normal person, even a genius, the initial Soul Power is around 120 or 130. If they can meditate and gain an average of 50 Soul Power points a day, that's already quite remarkable."
Even if we calculate based on the current eight days, six hundred is already the absolute maximum.
And at that very moment...
"Look at his initial Soul Power," a middle-aged teacher said, flipping through Su Mu's file. "Two hundred and ten points."
Everyone fell silent.
210 initial Soul Power.
How did he achieve this initial state of Soul Power?
Even for some geniuses, 120 or 130 is the limit!
The old man remained silent. His gaze was fixed on the vast, virtual world displayed on the screen, his brow furrowed slightly. After a moment, he slowly spoke, "I remember this student."
Everyone looked at him.
"He won first place in last year's provincial copy design competition. I was the one who hosted the award ceremony," the old man said calmly. "His Soul Power is very high, and his design ideas are very clear. I knew he was a promising talent back then."
He paused, then said, "However, no matter how high Soul Power is, it's impossible to accumulate a thousand points in seven days. Unless..."
"Unless what?" the middle-aged teacher asked.
"Unless his Soul Power recovery speed far exceeds that of ordinary people," the old man said, looking at the data on the screen. "Do the math. If he can recover more than 100 points of Soul Power per day, plus the initial 210 points, and considering the level-up rewards, he can barely accumulate 1,000 points in seven days. But if he can recover 150 points or even more per day..."
He didn't finish his sentence, but everyone understood what he meant.
Recovering 150 points of Soul Power daily means his meditation efficiency is three to four times that of Tongtian. Such talent is extremely rare, even in the entire Great Xia Dynasty.
"What a pity," the old man repeated, his tone filled with genuine regret, "His core card is a stone, and there's no precedent for this special theme. Otherwise, with this talent, his future achievements..."
He didn't finish speaking, but everyone understood.
However, just as everyone was still feeling sorry for them, the scene on the screen suddenly changed.