Chapter 102: Demon Pot Town

After the upgrade, the space within Gao Ning’s body had expanded from an ordinary courtyard house into a grand mansion with three successive courtyards, covering several hundred acres—comparable to a medieval castle.

The interior was only roughly styled, without any furniture or decorations.

A large door opened on Gao Ning’s chest, and Liu Qiao was lowered inside. Then, to everyone’s amazement, they appeared on a suspension bridge, their bodies shrinking to the size of thumbs.

Seeing the suddenly enlarged space and Gao Ning towering like a castle, the group exchanged looks, each beginning to understand a little.

Zhou Banxian, intrigued, rushed inside Gao Ning’s body, with three others following closely.

When the four of them entered, Gao Ning also appeared beside them, his form distorted.

Liang Bing was startled and exclaimed, “You can come in yourself?”

“Of course. This is my body, but now it’s in a semi-spiritual state. You can’t touch me for the time being. After some time, once I’m familiar with my abilities, I’ll be able to control the cells inside to recreate a physical form, attach my soul to it, and live normally inside the castle,” Gao Ning explained.

Hearing this, Dong Huawen’s eyes lit up, clearly shining with envy.

Although the castle’s interior space was vast, it was empty. After marveling at it for a while, the group exited, expanded back to their original size, and took their seats again. They watched as the door on Qi Shan’s chest slowly closed and vanished, their eyes filled with uncontainable wonder.

Daozi chuckled, “The mysterious train really is amazing. I’m starting to look forward to it!”

Liang Bing said, “There will be enemies on every mission. Killing them brings high rewards. So if you get separated, never trust anyone and always stay alert. Both of you lack the ability right now, so prioritize your safety!”

Gao Ning looked up at the lights on the ceiling. “Time is running out!”

Sure enough, before his words finished, a long whistle blew, and cold mechanical sounds echoed in their ears.

“Passenger count detected: five. Combat mode activated automatically.”

“Combat world is a sealed world; time currency cannot be used directly.”

“The combat world is a multi-plot fusion world. Exploring plot lines may yield rewards!”

“When five passengers cross worlds, the team gains naming rights!”

Suddenly, alarms blared, the white flag lights turned red and flashed. Before anyone could react, a flash of white light appeared, and they all vanished without a trace.

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Gao Ning slumped over his desk like a puddle of mud. The hangover from last night’s party left him listless, his left ear ringing incessantly, each heartbeat stabbing his brain like needles.

His stomach churned wildly, like a fiery wire climbing up his esophagus.

The acid reflux was unbearable.

But he didn’t regret last night’s party. After drinking fifteen beers in a wild spree, he finally attracted his first girl in life.

Although her face was round and cute, she wasn’t the stunning Jennifer.

That cheerleading captain, the dazzling beauty, was the one Gao Ning truly had in mind.

The lecture’s droning voice came intermittently from the front. Professor Amitich, wearing glasses and clearly out of shape, seemed to be entering early dementia, having given up entirely on classroom discipline.

Fortunately, the history of Mojutown wasn’t a graded course—everyone just needed the credits.

Gao Ning looked toward the window. In the third row by the window sat Jennifer, a long-haired beauty with an alluring figure and captivating long legs.

She lowered her head, propping it with one hand, her smooth hair cascading naturally, revealing a flawless profile.

Her fair neck shone startlingly white in the sunlight, as if tempting anyone to pounce and take a bite.

The bell rang. Professor Amitich closed his lesson plan, pushed up his butterfly-shaped glasses, and tapped the desk.

“That’ll be all for today. The assignment is to research why Mojutown is named so, and its origins. Class dismissed!”

He then opened the door and left the classroom. The noisy chatter of the hallway surged in.

The lifeless classroom suddenly came alive. Boys rushed out eagerly, and girls gathered in small groups, planning where to go after school.

Gao Ning felt a jolt, and memories flashed through his mind like a carousel.

Lightning-fast recollections flooded his brain, his unfocused gaze sharpening. He suddenly awoke fully.

Mojutown!

This ordinary name made Gao Ning’s expression shift slightly.

He remembered it clearly. Back in college, driven by restless hormones, he had shyly dated a girlfriend.

Though their relationship lasted just over a month and had been limited to holding hands, the memories were vivid. The first movie they watched together was “Jennifer’s Flesh.”

He still vividly recalled spending two hours online before taking her to the cinema, researching the film’s background, memorizing a mountain of related information and settings.

Though none of it was useful during the movie, his attention was entirely on the girl.

Yet, over 80% of those carefully gathered details remained etched in his memory.

Mojutown was no ordinary town.

In the lore, this world truly had devils and strange occurrences.

Mojutown Private High School

This school, featured in the movie, was the only high school in the town.

Though it appeared glamorous with complete facilities, it lacked reputation and had average faculty. After all, it was a private school established by the town itself, mostly serving local residents.

Though called private, it was no different from a public school.

Gao Ning’s current identity was just that of an ordinary student, but his background was mysterious, and he had transferred only a week ago.

After several parties, the initial awkwardness faded, and personal information began to spread.

So far, Gao Ning had no friends, and no one in class knew his true background.

In the memories he received, there was no trace of family. He had transferred from a public high school in Los Angeles to this private-labeled school at the behest of an uncle.

His uncle was a wealthy businessman, always busy. Gao Ning had only met him a few times briefly but never lacked living expenses—over a thousand dollars every month.

Gao Ning touched his face.

Having graduated college several years ago, yet now returning to pretend to be a high school student—he couldn’t help but laugh at himself.