Academy’s Undercover Professor - Chapter 288: The Chimera Legion (1)

Her parents died in planned accident by her uncle. They used her in every way they can. They planned to sue her so she wont take her fathers company back. They want to destroy her life making her penniless. No one knows that she is the not the same girl who was played as puppet in their hands. Five years changed her a lot. Now she is a hidden genius still acting pityfull to take revenge.

[Entering the Dungeon: Scarlet Premium Choice][Dungeon type: Solo][Please choose the position you wish to apply for][1. Delivery Driver][2. Stock Clerk][3. Shipping Clerk][4. Receiving Clerk][5. Loader][Detection of host entering the Dungeon, cheat loading successful][Please host, choose one of the following three cheats][1. Purification Template: Possess purification abilities, immune to any pollution][2. Super Brain: Photographic memory, brain processing capabilities multiplied by ten, immune to mental damage][3. Zombie Template: Impenetrable skin, immense strength, bloodthirsty, fearless]...[Entering the Dungeon: Bloody Train][Dungeon type: Large-scale multi-player Dungeon][Number of participants: 30][Detection of host entering the Dungeon, cheat loading successful][Please host, choose one of the following three cheats][1. Infinite Soul Coins: Start with 1000000000000 soul coins, spend at your leisure][2. Hundredfold Amplification: Can amplify a single attribute of yourself by a hundred times, can switch to any attribute at any time][3. Stone Man: You become an ordinary, unremarkable stone with no presence, you can safely pass this instance]Murru Feng realized that his cheats could be refreshed with every Dungeon World.

“Huh? There is a data panel? Let’s explode it!”

This is a story of a traveler who became a handyman in a martial arts school and started practicing from Yiqijue.

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A huge guy is bawling his eyes out. In this day and age? Sure, maybe the world changed while I was away in that other place. I’m not some old-fashioned boomer.But what if that guy is clinging to my pant leg, sobbing and sniffling—And we’re not even acquaintances?Even in modern times, that’s just messed up. Ask any passing kid, they’d agree.So yeah, I shook my leg. He was gross and too close.“The hell’s wrong with you? Crying just ’cause you saw a ghost?” “N-no! I swear, it was really there! You didn’t see it!!”I let the disrespect slide. Barely. He was asking for help and still talking down to me just because I look young?Obviously, I’m not the one who lost his balls. He is.And yet… when I looked where he pointed—Something was there.I threw some coarse salt and looked again.He stared at me like I was insane, but I ignored it.…Yeah. Something was definitely there.It made eye contact.