Reborn: Instead of Chasing the School Beauty, I Chased Her Mother - Chapter 230 - 110 Moving house with mom! Silk stockings Fang Zhiya online_3

The world suddenly entered an ice age, and as the apocalypse arrived, over ninety-nine percent of humanity couldn’t withstand the extreme weather and died.

In his previous life, Ye Xingchen didn’t have much food to eat, but in order for his beloved campus belle to have something to eat, he didn’t hesitate to open the door during the apocalypse. In the end, however, all his survival resources were snatched by several strong men the campus belle brought, causing him to die tragically in the cold.

Reborn one month before the ice age, Ye Xingchen swore to make these people pay tenfold.

He awakened his spatial abilities, possessing a three-hundred-hectare dimensional space. In this life, he no longer lived just to survive but crazily stocked supplies worth billions and built an apocalypse fortress.

As the ice age arrived, while others were almost freezing to death, he was swimming in a warm pool.

While others were killing each other for a bite to eat, he was savoring an 82 Lafite, eating the finest Kobe beef, enjoying a banquet, and watching movies leisurely.

One day, when some people discovered that Ye Xingchen’s house was stocked with countless delicacies and was warm and comfortable, they went crazy and wanted to rush in.

But they soon realized that this wasn’t just a house. It was an apocalypse fortress that even nuclear weapons couldn’t break open!

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Xuan Yi traveled through the fantasy world and became the elder of the Profound Sword Sect, starting with the Nascent Soul Realm!

Awakening the Disciple System, the more enchanting the apprentice’s talent, the stronger Xuan Yi’s strength!

The Breakthrough of others depends on cultivation, and the Breakthrough of Xuan Yi depends on accepting disciples!

Although he is an elder, have you ever seen an elder who is hundreds of times stronger than the Sect Master?

“Little sister, I think your bones are amazed. You are a Sword Cultivator. Why don’t you worship me as a teacher! You can choose the holy order technique, and the nine-grade pill will be a snack for you.”

“Ding, congratulations to the host, You have received a disciple with an aptitude of more than 9999. Reward: Improve the host’s ten realms, three holy ranks!”

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“Look at him,” someone snickered from a few rows over. “Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster.”“Probably does,” another voice added, louder this time. Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before.Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face. “Oops,” he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt. The cold liquid soaked through instantly. Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking. Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him. He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. “Ms. Joy,” he said, his voice flat. “He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?.” Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh.“Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?” Mark puffed out his chest. “Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive.” The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs. Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click. He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could.His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him. He pulled out a gun.The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling. “What… Nox, what are you doing?” she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky. He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it.Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it. [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!] [1st Player Chosen!] [You have won the System!]