Chapter 268 — Please Don't Scrounge Free Meals

The next day, the morning light was faint.

Wang Xu stood by the window of the Nuo class classroom, gazing at the dark woods in the distance.

His sight passed through the void and came to rest upon the great world of Faerûn.

As a main god space channel anchored at the same time as the [Super God Academy plane], Faerûn was likewise an object of his close attention.

Orochimaru, Jiraiya, Tsunade, Gaara, Tenten, Rock Lee, Mikasa, Captain Levi, Eren...

These reincarnators had all been dropped into Faerûn.

In that chaotic plane, countless opportunities existed.

They might bring ruin, sending reincarnators back to square one overnight, every reward point and Fate Gem reduced to nothing.

They might also bring heaven-shaking fortune, letting one lucky loser obtain divinity and a divine portfolio, instantly lifting him to the middle ranks of the reincarnator host.

Wang Xu saw the reincarnators' loves and hatreds, their various chances.

Scheming, planning, meticulous plotting, casting wide nets...

Or simply choosing at whim, joining a faction at random, blundering about, bulling their way into a patch of sky...

Every reincarnator's experience and sensation fell into Wang Xu's eyes and became his nourishment.

Wang Xu was like a hyperdimensional observer and an analyst of infinite dimensional information, silently watching everything unfold and drawing sustenance from it.

Orochimaru, who had worked his way into the upper echelons of the Red Wizards.

Sasuke Uchiha, who by a stroke of luck had become an advisor to the lord of the City of Sin.

Loki, who had conquered the forest elves with art.

In Wang Huai'an's field of vision, not all reincarnators had won success and joy.

He did not intervene.

Success and failure were equally important.

At this moment.

The wall clock at the front of the classroom ticked away.

Unknowingly, the time had come to seven forty-five.

At this hour, the shy sun, as though having fully steeled itself, suddenly leaped up from the horizon.

The whole academy abruptly brightened by 2.75 degrees.

Today was the Super God Academy's first freshman training, and it would also welcome a...

goddess.

It was hard to pin down her identity.

A student?

A teacher?

Neither fit.

At least in Wang Xu's eyes, that Jia Mingyuan who styled herself the Goddess of Dawn was a childish little girl with nothing but formidable power.

The word "goddess" pricked at the freshmen of the Super God Academy.

The boys all wanted to see what she looked like, whether she deserved the word.

The girls had far less curiosity.

Whether they admitted it or not, they all harbored a measure of rivalry in their hearts.

"Brother Xin, got any thoughts? That's a goddess, you know!"

"Nope. I'm still hurting all over... The women in this godforsaken place are all tigresses. Can't afford to cross them."

"Pfft. Spineless."

The three Durban bros were whispering among themselves when a blinding, dazzling light suddenly blazed up in front of the teaching building.

The light gradually dispersed, and a bathtub appeared before everyone.

The students of the Super God Academy were all dumbstruck.

What was...

this thing?

A bathtub covered all over in mosaic?

Zhao Xin pinched Ge Xiaolun beside him: "Holy crap! Am I dreaming?"

Mosaic was something they were all used to.

Whether in island-nation ***** or on CCAV's legal affairs channel, to protect the ** of those on camera, a layer of mosaic, thick or thin, would be applied.

But in real life, they had never seen such a thing.

Through that absurdly thick layer of mosaic, everyone could vaguely guess that what sat in the bathtub was a human life form.

Beyond that, it was hard even to tell man from woman.

"Holy... Teacher Liu, didn't we say the transmission wasn't for another fifteen minutes?"

The humanoid life form covered in thick mosaic emitted a voice clear and crisp as an oriole's.

Playful, saucy, adorably cute.

From the voice alone, everyone could form an overall assessment of her.

Teacher Ryze, blue-skinned and bald, walked over with an awkward expression and explained, "My fault, my fault."

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Wang Xu, somewhat relieved, somewhat grateful.

Clearly, the mosaic over the Goddess of Dawn, Lena, was Wang Huai'an's handiwork.

Had Wang Xu not acted, he and Lena would likely have been ruined today.

Instructor Jegustine sensed the goddess's and Teacher Liu's embarrassment and at once asserted his authority: "What are you looking at! Break it up, now! Assemble at the training ground!"

The boys of the Super God Academy let out a chorus of boos, but still obediently followed their ringleader Rui Mengmeng away.

Watching their manner, Wang Shulin laughed.

That was right.

The mosaic was indeed his doing.

The fanservice of a beauty emerging from her bath?

The Super God Academy had no fanservice.

...

Jegustine was a competent instructor and an excellent soldier.

Following good advice and learning from others' strengths had become almost second nature to him.

The suggestions Wang Xu put forward, he needed only a moment's thought before choosing to absorb and adopt.

A hundred-thousand-meter run; push-ups, frog jumps, pull-ups, and crunches counted in the thousands; real combat sparring courses where every blade drew blood...

By day, it was devastating physical and combat-technique training.

By night, it was a baptism of the spirit.

Of course, that was only Wang Huai'an's phrasing.

To the warriors of the Super God Academy, ravaged for a whole day, it was spiritual torture.

"Our mission is to cultivate you into outstanding talents developing in all aspects: moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor."

Wang Xu stood on the podium, saying a few polite formalities.

These days, besides serving as resident physician, he also held the post of ethics course instructor.

Looking at the students sprawled over their desks, barely breathing, Wang Xu nodded in satisfaction: "Now, three whole days of tense and orderly study and training have passed."

"Seeing you all so full of youthful vigor, I'm relieved."

"Would anyone like to say a few words about what they've learned?"

The three Durban bros, normally the liveliest and rowdiest, were now sprawled on their desks, faces bruised and swollen.

They propped their eyelids open with matchsticks, terrified of falling asleep on the spot.

In the ethics course, no whispering, no sleeping.

This was a lesson bought at bitter cost by Nuo class students Warwick and Singed.

No one knew what Wang Xu had done to the two of them.

In the blink of an eye, Warwick had gone from a burly hulk to a werewolf that spoke in human tongue, its face hideous and terrifying.

And Singed's flowing mane of hair vanished in an instant.

After that, the man became thoroughly unhinged.

Singed was always clutching a test tube, muttering, "Shake, shake, wobble, shake."

That gleaming, oily forehead of his could pass for a monk's without so much as a cassock.

Wang Huai'an's question left everyone present silent.

As if they had learned a damn thing!

They were worked half to death every day, and then at night they still had to sit through this cursed moral education class. Who wasn't letting it go in one ear and out the other?

Ge Xiaolun narrowed his eyes at the blackboard and stole a sidelong glance at Wang Xu.

He would swear on heaven above: if anyone in this class had actually listened seriously to the man's lectures, he would immediately eat three tons of shit!

"Me!"

Rui Mengmeng raised her hand, brimming with eagerness, as though she had been stewing over some study tips and insights for a long while and simply could not hold them in any longer.

Her voice made Ge Xiaolun's face darken in an instant.

How could he have forgotten this cheater who seemed to have her stamina bar locked?

Rui Mengmeng must have topped up before she was even born!

This Jia Mingyuan was absolutely a VIP player of Earth Online, wasn't he?