Becoming evil makes you ten times stronger, but becoming a demon gives you hundredfold strength

Night.

In Meng Yu's camp, lights were bright as people arrived one after another to chat with Meng Yu.

So much had happened during the day that everyone gained a deep understanding of Meng Yu.

Most of the students were willing to get to know Meng Yu, and they were happy to accept his invitation.

After all, those who are willing to vote and participate in the drawing are good kids, aren't they?

As the conversation went on, they began to curse those who were unwilling to vote.

Were they just relying on their own strength and good talents or what?

Some even said that those who had voted against them now formed a loose group, stationed together.

"Meng Yu, logically speaking, you are one of them, so why are you standing with us? After all, you don't have to draw lots either!"

Someone said this.

"Who said I'm not participating in the drawing?"

Meng Yu was taken aback, then taken aback again.

"I never said I was among those fifty people, and I've also given up the exemption for the top hundred. I will draw lots with everyone else."

Everyone had been smiling, but they suddenly froze upon hearing Meng Yu's words.

"Meng Yu, you're not joking, right?"

"Of course I'm not joking. I swear to heaven that I will participate in the drawing with everyone. As for the fifty spots, twenty-four of them go to people I know, who have been very kind to me from the start and helped me. As for the remaining twenty-six spots, there must be some truly trustworthy and valuable individuals. Why not give it to them?"

Meng Yu's voice echoed in the hall, where it became deathly silent.

"Why didn't you tell those people?"

"What's the use of telling them? I don't owe them anything, and besides, watching their arrogant expressions, when they set up the Executive Committee, thirty-two representatives, heh, I was ranked thirty-third!"

"So, what if the vote tomorrow doesn't pass again?"

Someone raised this question.

"Then we'll just have to break them by force, right?"

Someone eagerly answered.

"But what if we can't win?"

This doubt was raised.

"What can you do?"

Meng Yu challenged in return.

When Meng Yu said he would participate in the drawing fairly with everyone, the children's attitudes shifted immediately, and they began discussing fervently.

"Those more than three thousand people are the strongest group; they think they have a better chance of surviving through the contest than through drawing lots."

"Exactly, exactly, those people believe that by joining forces, they can easily suppress us!"

"Can we really win?"

The mood of the crowd on-site soared when they heard that Meng Yu was forgoing the exemption; they were filled with righteous indignation.

Why, why?

The Immortal Sect does have a hierarchy of scorn: the top five universities look down on other famous universities, and other famous universities have different standings among various majors. The children took the official college entrance exam, and now this online competition would also determine many things, so many were harboring a bellyful of anger, but now, even more so.

Who didn't know that in this college entrance competition, the majority of the top two or three thousand were real second or third generation of immortals, who may have resources from their parents that are incomparable to an ordinary person's midday meal. They lost, many because their equipment was not good enough!

And now, they were even unwilling to face life and death fairly with everyone else.

Then, everyone discussed various injustices, and somehow, the topic shifted to Zhuge Caihua.

"I always thought my dad was rich because he ran a small company. It wasn't until later that I learned Zhuge Caihua received a planet as a gift for her twelfth birthday."

"Don't slander Zhuge Caihua; she's a good person. Oh, the yearly revenue from that planet, hehehe...."

"The Third-Grade Marrow-Cleansing Pill that Meng Yu wants to buy—they treat it like jelly beans!"

The children's anger grew as they spoke, especially when they looked at Meng Yu, who had voluntarily given up his exemption.

"What's there to be afraid of? We can't beat them outside, but it's different here."

"We outnumber them."

"Kill them all, wipe them all out!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Someone yelled out loud.

"Right, why wait until tomorrow morning? We can take action now!"

"Yes, there's no chance the vote will pass tomorrow. We might as well act now. We don't need to kill them; just chopping off their hands will do!"

The students discussed among themselves, one by one. Everyone was not in their normal state—after all, this was a fight for survival. Who wouldn't be afraid and terrorized?

Especially since many of them had received promises from Meng Yu, they believed they could be granted exemption and saw themselves as vested interest holders.

Then, to have that taken away by others, the disappointment was too painful to bear.

So, why not support Meng Yu and continue the struggle?

A strange atmosphere was spreading among them.

...

Immortal Sect.

Many people stayed up all night watching the program, and, of course, various commentaries were also explaining the evolving situation.

Indeed, since the competition had ended, Meng Yu had changed out of his prisoner uniform, and his hair had grown out, making him look very spirited.

"This kid is ruthless!"

A host picked up a prop and, in light of the current situation, began to narrate a story.

At a certain company, there were many grievances against a leader. Then, a group of people gathered together. At that moment, a highly respected individual announced that he didn't seek fame or profit, and offered to stand up against the higher-ups for everyone. Tell me, what would the colleagues do then? Wouldn't they provide him with a lot of dirt on those superiors?"

"The approach is still quite naive, but indeed, it's effective."

In the hall, a Golden Core stroked his beard, recalling the past. Back then, he was a Crown Prince of a Minor World, known for his filial piety. However, when his father the emperor was about to designate another successor, he gathered his subordinates one night, allowed them to discuss the emperor's mistakes and oppressions and, as the atmosphere reached its peak, someone jumped out and proposed, "Let's purge the imperial side!"

Good.

It was all very hasty, very decisive, very straightforward.

Without contacting more people, releasing any rumors, or even considering talking to his father again, it just took one phrase, "To hell with his dad."

"Good."

The people present swore a blood oath and drew swords, charging straight for the imperial palace.

He succeeded.

Though afterward, countless people cursed and despised him, including his closest teachers. Some of them never met with him again until their deaths.

But he didn't think he was wrong; they were just being melodramatic!

So, what did this young man intend to do?

He smiled, stroking his beard, his thoughts wandering back to that scene.

Being cautious step by step is generally wise, but a bold strike can also be correct.

Before he killed his father, he feigned weakness time and again, all as a prelude to that decisive strike. And now, he saw what Meng Yu wanted to do. He just didn't know how far Meng Yu would go.

To hell with his dad.