MTL - Hold His Hand - Chapter 56 Ghost face boss (13)

Endless sky and infinite space, the cosmos isn’t some paradise waiting to be found, it is full of darkness and danger, death and terror of the great unknown. However, for that glittering swath of blue, we have no fear! For the longevity of men, we have no regrets! Nothing shall stand in our way because it is finally our time, our age! The age of cosmos exploration!

Lu Wu, an aimless video game developer, had been feeling perturbed ever since he found out he was the direct descendant of a king from the underworld. Other than the title, His Excellency, his ancestor hadn’t passed down anything else to him. On top of that, all of his ancestor’s subordinates had rebelled against him and completely usurped his inherited territory.

In the new century, human beings are no longer dominated by the blue star, surrounded by monsters!

Terrible zombies roam the wilderness endlessly; mutated monsters occupy the city and are extremely vicious; there are also fierce beasts from outside the world descending on the surface and sweeping across the wilderness!

The abyss interface, the zombie universe, the outer world…

When the bonfire of human civilization was ignited again and the light of evolution illuminated the earth, people discovered that everything has just begun…

(real profile)

“I’m really not an evolutionary…”

Someone sighed helplessly.

Behind him, the evolutionaries stared blankly at Su Qi, who was stepping on the black Taoist Jade, holding the Tianmarsh Spear, opening the blue reincarnated eyes, surrounded by green flames, and had just killed the Abyss Lord with a golden sword.

“…Before you say this, move your feet away from the demon god’s face, hey!”

“Everyone is crying…”

- Description from novelbuddy

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve.Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish.Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others.In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle.Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper:Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked.Let the games begin.