At this moment, Mo Fan had already arrived at the third-floor pza.

  “Chu Chu!!!”

  “Chu Chu!!!”

  Below the central Sports Center, the students—whose spirits had been lifted by the music—were chanting in unison.

  This idol girl had long captured hearts. Her sweet yet alluring appearance, combined with her ethereal voice, captivated everyone whether she was singing or dancing.

  Standing at the very center of the elevated stage, Chu Chu closed her eyes, quietly enjoying the sound of everyone calling her name.

  This was only a rehearsal, yet thousands had come to support her. Many second- or third-tier celebrities would not even gather such a crowd at a formal concert.

  “Auntie, you can lower it now. I’m ready,” she said politely to the technician controlling the aerial ptform.

  “You don’t need to be nervous,” the technician auntie chuckled.

  “I’m in good condition.”

  “Oh, I don’t mean nervous about the performance,” the auntie said, her smile suddenly twisting into something eerie. “Because today… I am the protagonist.”

  Her mouth stretched unnaturally wide. Her teeth lengthened, stained brown with dried blood. Her arms extended grotesquely, fingers elongating like rubber. Her nails sharpened into green, curved bdes lined with tiny barbs.

  She was no technician.

  She was the Scaly-Skinned Demon Mother.

  Around the arena, parasitic demons began shedding their disguises.

  “Your blood must be delicious…” the Demon Mother hissed.

  Just as she stepped forward—

  A figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the stage.

  It was as though a door of darkness had opened, and someone simply walked out of it.

  The Demon Mother leapt back, pressing against the railing.

  “You… it’s you again!!”

  She remembered him.

  Mo Fan.

  “Goodbye.”

  The fmes around Mo Fan surged violently.

  “Fiery Fist — Exploding Heavens!”

  “BOOM!!!”

  In an instant, massive quantities of fme gathered around him before compressing into a concentrated bze and bsting forward toward the Scaly-Skinned Demon Mother.

  The explosion shook the stage violently.

  The Demon Mother didn’t even have time to react before the devastating fire engulfed her completely. The raw destructive force of a Mid-Tier Level 1 Fire spell left no room for escape.

  Moments ter, the scaly shell split apart.

  A naked woman’s body fell from within the charred remains.

  At that same moment, Mo Fan absorbed the spirit seed that emerged from the corpse.

  Zhao Manyan rushed over shortly after.

  “I’ll leave the cleanup to you. Don’t forget my Thunder Element spirit seed.”

  “O-Okay…”

  Zhao Manyan stared at Mo Fan in shock.

  His roommate—this guy from an ordinary background—was terrifyingly strong.

  “Mo Fan, are you alright?” Lingling’s voice came through the communicator.

  “I’m fine. Problem solved.”

  Lingling fell silent for a second.

  Although Old Bao had said Mo Fan was strong, she had not expected him to eliminate the Scaly-Skinned Demon Mother so decisively.

  From that moment on, she truly acknowledged him as her partner.

  Smaller Campus of Pearl Academy had over 30,000 officially enrolled students—over 50,000 including special admissions and stationed personnel.

  Mo Fan had been in the spotlight since enrollment, meaning he rarely interacted with others. Even his Summoning Element cssmates kept their distance.

  He had recimed resources for them—but destroyed their reputation in the process.

  They were practically treated like public enemies.

  However, during the school-wide assembly, Academician Li announced shocking news:

  Mo Fan had been the key figure in eliminating the demon incident at the Sports Center.

  The story spread quickly.

  Mo Fan, meanwhile, didn’t care about fame.

  He left public handling to Zhao Manyan.

  He successfully obtained the Spirit Thunder Thousand Jun, traded the Demon Mother’s spirit seed for the Underworld Shield, and gained over ten million in profit.

  After just one semester, he was financially well off.

  At the end of the semester, Mo Fan moved into Jinyuan Apartment near Qing Campus. Behind it y a small artificial ke park. At night, the pavilion reflected under moonlight gave the pce a poetic charm.

  As he arrived, two women stepped out of the elevator.

  Mu Ningjiao.

  Ai Tutu.

  They were equally surprised to see him.

  It turned out they were all interested in the same unit.

  Mu Ningjiao clearly didn’t like the idea of sharing an apartment with a man—her brows furrowed tightly.

  “Don’t look so aggrieved,” Mo Fan said with a grin. “If it weren’t for me, the Great Demon Head, how would your Mu family have gained such goodwill among the freshmen?”

  Mu Ningjiao paused.

  She had been elevated as Pearl Goddess recently, and this matter was indirectly reted. It wasn’t entirely her own choice.

  “What do you want?” she asked cautiously.

  Mo Fan ughed.

  “You think I’d bckmail you with that?”

  She seemed to realize she had misunderstood—but said nothing further and walked upstairs.

  Mo Fan shrugged.

  They weren’t exactly close yet, after all.