Chapter 506: A Handprint

At first, Zuo Meng assumed the so-called school was created by those two star realm prisoners like himself. But after contact, he realized things weren’t that simple.

Western Suburbs No. 2 Middle School!

The gathering place for Wang Feng’s group of fate wanderers.

The taxi carrying Zuo Meng’s group entered Western Suburbs. As they progressed, Zuo Meng sensed clear abnormalities. After crossing into Western Suburbs, the surroundings visibly shifted – bright skies darkened, bleak villages flickered with wandering wisps.

“You don’t see this?”

Zuo Meng glanced at Wang Feng and Wang Xiaokai, immediately understanding. His vision revealed layered realities, while the other two remained anchored in this world’s surface appearance. Though sharing the same taxi, they occupied entirely different reality tiers.

Imagine game servers. All three appeared in safe zones, but Zuo Meng accessed a GM-privileged area while the others struggled in low-drop-rate zones. Even standing together, their loot and visible NPCs differed completely.

“What’s there to see?”

Wang Feng leaned out the window, still puzzled about surviving the ‘Extend Life’ incident. His memory felt fragmented, like missing crucial pieces. Wang Xiaokai knew more but kept silent, having realized Brother Long was the true big shot to cling to for survival.

“Describe the view outside.”

Zuo Meng’s sudden question confused Wang Xiaokai: “Just… streets? The Western Suburbs’ Old City Area.”

Through Zuo Meng’s eyes:

Lonely graves, drifting ghost fires, nameless shadows flickering past.

You call this Old City Area?

Closing his eyes, Zuo Meng dulled his senses. Reopening them revealed bustling streets and ordinary urban scenery. The taxi navigated familiar roads.

“We’re here.”

Wang Feng exited first. When Wang Xiaokai turned to pay, the taxi had vanished.

“School buses transform – taxis for few passengers, coaches for crowds.” Wang Feng explained without turning. These two had helped him survive; debts needed acknowledging.

Wang Xiaokai scrambled after him while Zuo Meng studied the weathered ‘Western Suburbs No. 2 Middle School’ sign. Crumbling buildings housed street vendors – an ordinary facade masking extraordinary spaces.

The school bell rang as they approached. Gates swung open automatically to empty guard posts.

“Pick any classroom. Once inside, you’ll become…” Wang Feng reconsidered mid-sentence, leading them personally. Zuo Meng observed everything. Though Wang Feng called this place a Pollutant, the school intrigued him – containing elements even his star realm-enhanced perception couldn’t pierce.

Class 2-3 Senior Year.

Wang Feng kicked the door open.

“Stay here if you want.” He entered without ceremony. Wang Xiaokai followed hastily while Zuo Meng lingered, noting this third-floor classroom’s intense mystical aura.

Testing the pristine walls, ordinary strength left no marks. Channeling first world’s Origin Rules and second world’s ink through his fingers, burning smells arose as power escalated.

“Ordinary evil god level?” Zuo Meng compared it to star realm memories. To locals, this school represented invincible despair. To him? Barely noteworthy.

The wall sported a charred dot.

“Needs improvement.”

He pressed his palm, leaving bold black handprint. Had anyone witnessed this defiance of school’s fundamental laws, their perception would shatter like learning gravity got repealed.

Inside surprised even Zuo Meng – no desks, but tavern decor. Strange-dressed patrons played cards at wooden counters, barely glancing at newcomers before resuming games.