[Global Broadcast: Yanxia Trial Participant "Nightmare" has successfully cleared the Shancheng Teacher dungeon. All beings bow in awe.]
[…]
Three consecutive system announcements echoed across the world.
Trial participants from various countries, still struggling to understand their own talents, widened their eyes in disbelief.
They hadn't even figured out their abilities yet—
and Nightmare had already cleared a dungeon in such a short time.
Meanwhile, high-level officials across the globe, who had already sensed that the future world order was about to undergo drastic changes, slammed their desks in frustration.
They had been so close to clearing it themselves.
Yet Nightmare beat them to it.
In a certain country that prided itself as the world's beacon, a certain leader slammed the table angrily.
"What's wrong with the geniuses we selected in the first batch? How did they let someone from Yanxia take the lead?"
"Sir, please calm down. This is only a small personal dungeon."
"Although Yanxia was slightly faster, our supercomputer has already produced a full dungeon strategy for Shancheng Teacher."
"And it can reliably achieve a D-rank rating. That's something Yanxia will never be able to do."
Hearing this report, the leader's expression finally eased a little.
But just as he was about to speak—
the global broadcast rang out once again.
[Global Broadcast: Yanxia Trial Participant "Nightmare" has achieved an SSS rating in the Shancheng Teacher dungeon. The world kneels to welcome the legend!]
[…]
Boom!
The announcement struck the hearts of people worldwide like a heavy hammer.
The leader roared at his subordinate in disbelief.
"Didn't you say Yanxia would never catch up?"
"SSS rating—what the hell is going on?!"
"This…"
The subordinate was completely stunned.
Their supercomputer analysis had concluded that the highest possible rating for this dungeon was D-rank.
Yet Nightmare had casually produced an SSS.
He had no explanation.
"I don't care how you do it. Use every means necessary to obtain that SSS dungeon strategy. Otherwise, prepare to be fired by the Efficiency Department!"
At the same time, leaders of nearly every country were issuing similar orders—urgently instructing their subordinates to locate Nightmare and obtain the SSS strategy.
Especially in Yanxia.
Inside a conference room, the atmosphere was electric.
"We thought achieving a C-rank already put us ahead of the world. Who would've thought there was such a hidden expert among our civilians?"
"Hurry! Check the database immediately. Find out who this 'Nightmare' is. We must bring him into the national team!"
Under the pressure, the staff member checking the database looked extremely awkward.
"Leader… there's no one named 'Nightmare' in the database. We suspect he used a fake name."
"That's impossible!"
Li Jianguo said solemnly. "The system that turned our world into a supernatural apocalypse does not allow fake identities."
"Did you mess up at the grassroots level and miss someone?"
No one dared to answer.
Everyone knew exactly how things worked at the grassroots level.
Pointing it out would only make things awkward.
Li Jianguo soon realized he had spoken too hastily.
Sighing, he said, "Regardless, he's one of us from Yanxia. Release notices through all channels. Inform Nightmare that the nation is looking for him."
"Yes!"
…
At this moment, the entire world was thrown into chaos by Wu Bei's SSS rating.
Yet the man responsible stood calmly at the dungeon teleportation point, contemplating how to earn one million ghost coins before that treasure appeared.
In his previous life, the Han family had risen to prominence precisely because they obtained that item.
Wu Bei absolutely could not allow it to fall into their hands again.
He glanced at the time on his phone.
It was almost midnight.
Suddenly, he remembered that on the first day of the supernatural apocalypse in his past life, a minor crisis had erupted in Jiang City at exactly 12:00.
Many people had died.
After the supernatural entity was killed, a large amount of ghost coins had dropped.
So Wu Bei decided to start making money by dealing with that thing first.
Standing at the roadside, he prepared to hail a ride.
But at that moment, a BMW Mini stopped in front of him.
The window rolled down.
Li Youwei's sweet smile appeared as she waved at him.
"What a coincidence, Wu Bei. Are you calling a car?"
"Do you need a ride?"
Wu Bei didn't believe a single word she said.
Coincidence?
He had just reached the intersection, and she showed up.
If this wasn't intentional stalking, he'd wash his hair standing on his head.
Assuming Li Youwei was still scheming, Wu Bei replied coldly, "I'm not joining your team. Don't waste your effort."
After saying that, he pulled out his phone to call a ride.
Only to realize that after the apocalypse began, the entire city had fallen into panic.
None of the ride-hailing drivers were online.
Just as Wu Bei was starting to feel a headache coming on—
Li Youwei got out of the car, her voice soft as water.
"Brother Wu Bei, let's talk properly, okay?"
"What's there to talk about?" Wu Bei raised an eyebrow. "And don't talk like that. It disgusts me."
"You—"
At that moment, Li Youwei seriously wondered if the intelligence agents had been playing her.
This was the legendary simp?
The one who would obediently comply as long as she dressed nicely and spoke gently?
That was complete nonsense.
In her eyes, Wu Bei was like a rock in a cesspit—hard and foul.
A pure steel straight man.
Yet Li Youwei trusted her instincts.
Wu Bei's talent was absolutely terrifying.
Moreover, she had been waiting outside since he entered the dungeon.
Judging by the timing, his clearance speed matched Nightmare's almost exactly.
She had every reason to suspect that Wu Bei was Nightmare himself.
So even after being verbally shut down, she suppressed the urge to punch him.
With a sweet smile, she said, "Anything can be discussed—cooperation, or even friendship."
Wu Bei was about to refuse.
But then he reconsidered.
Maintaining a cooperative relationship with Li Youwei wasn't a bad idea.
Her family background was something even the Han family feared.
If they worked together, he could exchange the equipment and dungeon intel he currently held for ghost coins.
With that thought, Wu Bei coolly opened the passenger door and said flatly:
"Start the car. We're going to the Hilton Hotel."
"Huh?"
Li Youwei froze. "Why are we going to a hotel?"
"You guess." Wu Bei rolled his eyes and closed them, beginning to rest.
After all, there was still a tough battle ahead. He needed to stay in peak condition.
What Wu Bei didn't know—
was that his attitude caused a massive misunderstanding.
Standing outside the car, Li Youwei struggled internally, believing Wu Bei wanted to "inspect the goods" before discussing friendship.
She wondered whether using her body to secure Wu Bei was worth it.
Just as she hesitated—
Wu Bei, growing impatient, urged, "If you don't want to talk, don't waste my time."
He was already preparing to get out of the car.
Midnight was approaching.
He didn't want to miss any opportunity to seize the initiative.
Seeing this, Li Youwei finally steeled herself.
"Fine. We'll go to the hotel."