Lv Bai slowly opened his eyes.

Once again, he had safely returned to the familiar room in the Victory Tower.

Everything before him still appeared opulent, with the sofa made from rare materials being soft and ergonomically designed, making him feel as if he were wrapped inside it.

Lv Bai casually pressed the button to notify the Internal Affairs Department of the end of the deathmatch, so they could record it promptly.

He then shifted his focus entirely to the system interface before his retinas.

[Death Arena Code: 84****1970]

[Username: Smart Murphy]

[Main Title Equipped: Innocent Smile (Four Stars)](Click to view wearable titles) 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

[Subtitles Equipped: Mad Slaughter (Four Stars), Ultimate Killing Demon (Four Stars)]

[Talent: 125.6+11.6 (1 point can be converted into 0.1 talent; currently converting, estimated time: seven days)]

[Abilities: ?, Flash Time, All Ink, Spiritual Time House (Click to select)]

[Evaluation: A heaven-blessed lucky person, able to master anything quickly, a true genius.]

He briefly skimmed over the general situation, then activated the ability selection with his consciousness.

[Mao Mountain Daoist Technique (Colorful)], [Energy Bullet (Colorful)], [Restore (Black)]

No need for hesitation; to hesitate even for a second would disrespect the black-level abilities.

He chose to retain [Restore], adding another "?" to his personal interface’s ability section, but nothing particularly special happened.

The remaining items were the two titles rewarded after this round of the deathmatch.

[Guardian of Kindness (One-Star): The wearer’s words easily gain trust among peers.] (Reward for ranking in the top ten, generated based on style in the deathmatch, wearable)

[Hermit Poet (Three-Star): Wearing it enhances literary talent to a certain extent.] (Reward for ranking first, randomly drawn from the three-star title pool, wearable)

It’s a pity that in this round of the deathmatch, Lv Bai didn’t achieve any hidden achievements or gain hidden title rewards like in previous rounds.

But the problem is minor.

Frankly speaking, after acquiring both the [Restore] and the [Load] black-level abilities, any other rewards are merely the icing on the cake unless he acquires another black-level ability.

Without further attention to these two titles, he threw them into the title section and decided to deal with upgrading them when he had gathered enough "materials."

After sorting out the gains from this round’s deathmatch, Lv Bai got up, opened the room door, and walked along the corridor toward the outside of Victory Tower.

...

"Tell me, Principal Pu, are you always this idle?"

Lv Bai hadn’t yet left the campus when he was stopped by Pu Xueli, who hurried toward him.

Seeing Principal Pu, who was so anxious he was almost blowing his beard and glaring, Lv Bai helplessly spread his hands.

"Do you think I want this? How did you tell me? You said to settle down first, so why are you so eager to start the deathmatch?"

Pu Xueli was equally troubled, completely unsure of how to persuade him: "Yes, you did safely finish the deathmatch this time, but do you know those who drown are usually good swimmers?

Standing by the river often leads to wet shoes; do you think your luck will always be this good?"

Zudian Campus hardly had such an outstanding student like Lv Bai emerging, and Pu Xueli, as the principal, sincerely didn’t want to see an excellent student falling so quickly.

Lv Bai didn’t argue; he patiently listened with an innocent smile across his face.

With this open-minded posture, resolutely unchanging, Pu Xueli was left to vent his anger ineffectively.

After some futile attempts at persuasion, he sighed deeply and added, "Forget it, just do as you please. Remember to bring your younger siblings to my house for dinner tonight. You won’t refuse this, will you?"

Lv Bai pondered for a moment: "Hmm, then I’ll intrude."

Upon receiving a clear reply, Principal Pu finally smiled.

"That’s more like it."

...

In a secluded bar in Habitable City.

Since it was daytime, the bar had no customers and the lights weren’t turned on much.

Only the cocktail lights by the bar served as a faint source of light.

A man in flashy attire and gentleman’s hat sat at a booth, gently tapping the table.

"Alright folks, it’s time to move; we’ve spent so long planning this grand spectacle with so many colleagues, let’s not slip at the end."

Ding Zhongmin was still dressed like a director.

Sitting beside the flashy man, he enthusiastically echoed, "President Zheng, you’re underestimating our branch’s years of experience."

President Zheng glanced at him sideways, appearing arrogant, yet his words didn’t show disdain.

"Director Ding, I do trust the abilities of everyone in the branch, but given the importance, we need absolute precision. Treating the branch in this way is part of my approach."

"Certainly, let’s begin our arrangements then."

Ding Zhongmin grabbed a fisherman’s hat from the table, put it on, and got up to supplement, "Rest assured, we will ensure this New Birth Festival becomes the most memorable one for everyone."

...

As there was still plenty of time, Lv Bai was not in a hurry to return home.

He could clearly feel the festive atmosphere from the decorations along the road and in the shops on either side.

One could only say that in this society severely lacking healthy entertainment activities, people’s spiritual needs found their own outlets to release.

Noisy venders and laughter were more frequent than ever.

It was rare to see adults strolling with their children, and Lv Bai spotted this combination frequently along his way.

Matched with the sunny holographic sky overhead, for a moment, he almost felt a sense of déjà vu, as if back to the time before he traveled.

No matter how slowly he walked, the journey was only so long.

Lv Bai didn’t take too long to get home.

Coincidentally, Lü Ziyi and Lv Qingyan, this pair of siblings, were also at home at the time.

They weren’t aware that Lv Bai had just undertaken another deathmatch; they thought that because it was the New Birth Festival, he was resting early.

Since it was already over, Lv Bai naturally wouldn’t bring it up to worry them. Instead, he talked about taking them to Principal Pu’s house for dinner in the evening.

Perhaps still unaccustomed to the social status elevation Lv Bai brought, Lü Ziyi kept fretting over what to wear tonight.

In her eyes, the principal of the Death Battle Campus was undoubtedly an important figure.

Conversely, Lv Qingyan, being younger, had no concept of this at all, chattering with Lv Bai, asking questions.

"Big bro, is your principal’s house big?"

"Can the sofa seat a dozen people?"

"How much power does the principal have?"

Lv Bai was quite annoyed by the questions, so he simply handed his phone over to shift this energetic little kid’s attention.