"Oh, looking for a fight?" You sneer, "Heh, a bunch of little brats, I was brawling before you were even licking grapefruits."
As for street fighting, you’re a master among masters. After your mom died, your alcoholic dad kicked the bucket soon after, running off to another world to rendezvous with her. You started at the age of six, and with your super-strong self-healing ability, you quickly gained a reputation for being ferocious and fearless.
From six to fifteen, you fought in brawls for nine years, until you were finally spotted by the boss of Yema Village and slowly climbed your way up. But you never imagined that when you were on top of the world at Yema Village, you’d be backstabbed by a minor, leading Lei Xiu to swap bodies with you.
All in the past now.
You’re a smart guy, even though you’ve been dumped into this place called "Death Academy," after all, you have the identity of the Son of the Empire’s Pri Minister. No matter what, people here will still respect you a bit. As long as you can get out alive, you’ll be able to strut around the outside world in the future.
Casually blocking a man’s iron rod with your hand, with a light kick from your right foot, the man flew out like a kite.
While everyone else was astonished and at a loss for words, you suddenly burst into laughter: "How can you have a brawl without ! Kiddos, let Big Daddy here teach you how to fight in a brawl!"
Shouting so, you charged into the crowd like a fierce tiger and a vicious wolf, imdiately sending people flying, a cacophony of screams erupting.
It was only when night had completely fallen that you arrived at the tower, gasping for breath, covered in injuries and in tattered clothes - looking just like a beggar.
But from the look on your face, it was clear that you were completely thrilled inside.
"Innate Divine Strength, huh, I took down more than two hundred people, a matchless glorious record indeed."
You’ve beco utterly conceited.
"You’re late."
A cold voice, you lift your head to find a young man, around twenty years old, floating in the air, looking down at you with a condescending gaze.
"It’s totally normal to be late on the first day here," you retorted forcefully, after catching your breath and defiantly eting his gaze.
"Oh?" The man seed to encounter soone like you for the first ti, his lips twitching slightly as he sneered, "I’m the B District Enforcent Team Leader, my na is Nie Zihan. Due to your lateness, I’ve decided to cancel the aristocratic dormitory that was arranged for you by the higher-ups."
"Doesn’t matter, I can sleep anywhere just fine."
"Is that so? Sweet dreams then."
Amid the man’s hair-raising laughter, a Dog-headed Man quickly stepped up to you and whispered in your ear: "Young Master Lei Xiu, it’s getting dark, we should hurry up and leave, it’s not safe here."
The Dog-headed Man led you into a slum, and as you entered, you were imdiately hit with a strong scent of blood. With the breeze blowing, the intense odor that resembled a sewage ditch was almost suffocating.
"Young Master Lei Xiu, we’ve arrived, this is your dormitory." Although Akema might look hideous, he was kind-hearted.
"Thanks, Akema, when brother here makes it big, I’ll never forget you," you smiled at Akema and then ducked your head to go inside.
"As long as you don’t die, that would be great," Akema sighed softly and swiftly walked away.
That night, the Second Master of the wild horse, famous for his heavy sleeping, surprisingly suffered from insomnia.
The reason you couldn’t sleep was simple, it was just too noisy here. From the mont you entered the low house, the environnt was filled with various sounds.
Up close there were won moaning, from afar the cries from fights to the death. The noise of "eeks" and "clangs" was everywhere, annoying you to the point of nearly going out to slash people.
It took a long while to finally fall asleep, yet your dreams were filled with a scene both familiar and strange.
It was a peculiar place, surrounded by towering buildings reaching into the clouds.
In the dream, you sat in a very domineering-looking iron box, holding a leather steering wheel, driving on the bustling city streets.
"Yun..."
"Mu Yun..."
"Brother Mu Yun..."
Several voices lingered in your dreams, captivating your soul, echoing in your ears from ti to ti.
"Li Muyun!!"
Suddenly, an even larger iron box ca crushing over, driven by a man with a pair of blood-red Demon Eyes!
"Bang!!"
You were jolted awake by the loud collision, rubbed your sleepy eyes, and couldn’t help but curse, "Damn! It’s that dream again. I’ve had it every few years for over a decade. I wonder if I have so beef with that Li Muyun guy."
With dark circles under your eyes, you got dressed, got out of bed, and prepared to eat breakfast, only to beco incredibly frustrated when you learned that the canteen here charged for food—an exorbitant amount at that. A simple bun cost Ten Taels of Silver!
In any city among the Three Great Human Empires, Ten Taels of Silver could buy you a whole cartload of buns.
Your pockets were even cleaner than your face. Where would you get the money for such costly consumption?
"Young Master Lei Xiu, you’re up early." Akema ran up to you with a smile, handing over two white stead buns.
"This..."
"This is for you. Hehe, I’ve received orders to be at your service from now on," Akema said with a smile.
"Oh, is that so? Well, thank you."
You suddenly rembered that you were Lei Xiu, the noble son of the Imperial Pri Minister.
You gobbled down one stead bun in just a few bites, then offered the other to Akema, "Here, take this."
"I’m not hungry. You eat it," Akema said with a forced smile.
"Your eyes have already betrayed you. Go ahead, eat. As long as I, Li... I an Lei Xiu, am alive, I definitely won’t let you go hungry." You forcibly stuffed the bun into Akema’s hand, then looked off into the distance at the towering tower, "I’m very curious, who exactly lives in that tower?"
"That’s where the high-level mbers of the Academy reside. Students like us will never be able to enter," Akema nibbled on the white stead bun little by little, as if it were dragon at.
"Heh, I don’t think so," you said, smirking from afar.
"Young Master Lei Xiu, first-grade has classes this morning. Let’s hurry to class."
"What, there are levels here too?"
"Yes, that’s right. The higher the level, the shorter the ti before leaving the Academy," Akema gave you a brief introduction. "The Academy is divided into Six Levels. Generally, by the ti you reach fifth grade, you can almost leave the Academy. However, in the past few decades, there haven’t been more than three hundred people who’ve left the Academy alive."
At this point, Akema’s gaze also darkened.
"You said there are Six Levels, so what about Sixth Grade?"
PS: Last night, two readers ssaged privately through the QQ group, saying they didn’t understand the novel. Then, I asked, "Is the story interesting?" The replies were: "Quite interesting" and "It’s very imaginative, never seen before, interesting." So, that’s my answer. Novels are ant to be entertaining, just like watching movies or ani. As long as it’s novel and fun, that’s fine. My stories are all independently created, which cos from a lot of reading, observing, and thinking every day, so naturally, they will be provocative and deviate from the conventional track. Uh, of course, this is just my personal take—hello everyone, I am "Shaless" "Black-hearted Greed War."
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