Chapter 508: The New Physical Education Teacher

As Zuo Meng walked forward, the faceless being on the podium froze like a malfunctioning machine, as though this situation hadn’t been part of its original programming. The paralysis lasted mere seconds before all faceless mentors across the three-story building contorted in silent rage – a bizarre sight considering their complete lack of facial features.

“Violating school regulations…”

The classroom lights flickered in sync with the rising tension. Veteran students like Zhao Chen turned deathly pale, torn between intervening and fearing punishment.

“That madman Long San’s trying to get us all killed!”

Long San wasn’t the first to challenge the system.

During Zhao Chen and Wang Feng’s early days, rebellious students had openly questioned the faceless mentors. What followed became school legend – the first and last time a faceless mentor personally executed dissenters before subjecting survivors to traumatic “counseling” sessions. The memory still haunted Zhao Chen’s nightmares.

“…shall be…”

The faceless mentor’s declaration died when Zuo Meng reached the podium. Before anyone could blink, he seized the faceless being’s throat and lifted it bodily into the air.

A sickening crack echoed through the room.

Zuo Meng casually discarded the broken-necked mentor through the window like trash. While Class Two witnessed the act firsthand, other classes only saw their mentors snap their own necks mid-air before crashing through windows – a paranormal spectacle that left everyone speechless.

A self-proclaimed genius student suddenly leaped up.

“The rules are broken! We can finally-”

Thud.

His severed head hit the floor before his body took a third step, frozen expression eternally stuck between triumph and shock.

The chilling execution doused all rebellion like ice water.

In Class Two of the third year, Zuo Meng dusted his hands at the podium.

“Starting today,” his calm voice cut through the silence, “I’m your Physical Education Teacher. No one takes my class time.”

Under normal circumstances, someone would’ve laughed. But after witnessing a mentor’s public execution, even hardened veterans like Zhao Chen stayed silent, accepting the new order.

“L-Long Brother!”

Wang Xiaokai’s voice trembled with desperate hope. This wasn’t just finding a protector – he’d hit the cosmic jackpot.

“Teacher,” Zuo Meng corrected, smacking the boy’s head without breaking stride. “Free period.”

He left without glancing back. Within hours, every student knew about the new Physical Education Teacher who roamed all third-floor classrooms – the day the school’s iron rules bent for Long San.

Walking campus grounds, Zuo Meng monitored subtle shifts in reality.

‘Rigid system. Claim teacher status to reclaim classes… and the school tolerates it?’

The PE teacher facade served dual purposes – avoiding student-level restrictions and testing administrative loopholes. Satisfied with initial results, he pondered deeper mysteries.

“Now to locate the evil god’s true form anchoring this school in reality.”

Random students would make adequate test subjects. Let them scout dangers – no need to protect particular pawns. Only amateurs got attached to pieces on the board.

Back in Class Two, tentative movements proved the rules truly relaxed. Students spilled into corridors, emboldened by firsthand witness to the mentor’s destruction. They found crowds already gathering outside.

“Zhao Chen!” A hulking figure shouldered through – Li Shuai, Class One’s de facto leader. “What killed the mentor?”

A leather-clad woman materialized beside him, her blade-calloused hands betraying lethal expertise. “And how’s your Long San ignoring rules as PE Teacher?”

Zhao Chen assessed the gathering elites – potential army, if he could leverage Long San’s influence.

“Look!” Someone pointed at the wall.

A black handprint glared against pristine white paint.

“Our new teacher left that.” Zhao Chen lied smoothly. “We’ve all tried breaking walls before. Now imagine what else he can break.”

The unspoken promise hung heavy – freedom from the school’s chains. Hungry eyes tracked the handprint’s contours like desperate men reading oracle bones.