Chapter 501: Enrollment Registration

The sea rippled gently.

The passenger ship gradually drifted away and vanished.

The twenty or so people at the very end of the line fell silent together.

The relatives were somewhat better off, but the newcomers were all pale with fear; no matter how severely Wu Xian had described the danger, nothing matched the visceral horror of what they had just witnessed.

Brother Crow swallowed hard, then immediately gripped Wu Xian’s hand and bowed repeatedly.

“Sorry, I just spoke too loudly—please don’t take offense. I’m just blunt by nature, no ill intent at all. You can call me Little Crow from now on.”

This guy could bend and flex when needed.

“Alright, Brother Crow.”

Notably, Wu Xian himself had felt a chill when he saw the cargo ship’s interior—this alone proved how skilled the psychiatrist, Sister Mei, truly was.

After a brief pause, everyone resumed introducing themselves.

The newcomers were divided into three groups.

The first group consisted of three female employees from the resort island: Deng Qiaoling, Ji Yaning, and Liu Shuli. All three were attractive, but wore heavy makeup and garish clothing—they had originally planned to join the parade on the island, but had been snatched into the Fudi by sheer misfortune.

The second group were students from the nearby “Fuyuan Maritime University,” totaling eight: four males—Han Hao, Xia Wentao, Sun Lingchuan, and Wei Kang—and four females—Jin Shasha, Liu Siyi, Wu Buqing, and Xu Yueying.

It was currently school break, and this resort island was the nearest scenic spot to the campus. They had come to relax, making it the perfect choice; they didn’t all know each other, but had formed several small cliques, including freshmen, sophomores, and juniors.

The third group belonged to no organized circle.

They were: the man in the floral suit, Brother Crow; the burly old man in a shirt and sunglasses, Hai Weijiang; the sunken-eyed, mentally unstable man, Jiang Dong; and the middle-aged woman in a silk scarf carrying a small leather bag, Cai Chun.

Wu Xian committed every face to memory.

There were far too many newcomers in this Fudi.

After the Fudi ended, he wondered how many of them would survive to return home.

“I hope… fewer die…”

As the group exchanged information, the line slowly advanced; ahead of them was the woman whose leg had been crushed, stubbornly crawling forward.

As the number of people in line dwindled, the scene ahead became clearer.

Two tables stood at the front of the line, manned by several students in uniforms who registered the newcomers.

The uniforms were classic blue-and-white sportswear, identical for both genders, yet the students’ ages varied wildly: muscular giants, pot-bellied balding middle-aged men, even a tall, bald Black man—none of them looked remotely like “students.”

But remembering this was an immigration school, designed to instruct new arrivals, it made sense that students of all appearances existed here.

Behind the registration tables were two paths: a minority of registered natives took the left path, while most took the right.

Those who took the left were mostly disabled, elderly, or severely overweight—all clearly physically impaired; those on the right were relatively healthy.

Wu Xian narrowed his eyes.

This registration must be the first round of elimination.

The registrars were all healthy; perhaps the immigration school only accepted physically fit students. Then where did the unhealthy ones go? The outcome was unlikely to be good.

If so, then among the twenty of them, the only one who might fail this test was Hai Weijiang, whose hair was already gray.

The line moved forward again.

Wu Xian could now see the details clearly.

Each registrar wore a badge on their chest, all bearing the three large characters: “Student Union.” Their expressions were utterly cold, showing no favor to the registered natives.

The registration form was simple, listing only three words: Name, Human Class, Beast Class. Finally.

It was now the woman with the broken leg’s turn.

She crawled painfully to the registration table, studied the man seated on the stool, and her face lit up with delight.

“Hao Dong, you’re Hao Dong! I’m Xiang Qing—you remember me? I lived next door, used to take you out to play. Please help me, I want into Human Class, I—”

Hao Dong’s face remained expressionless.

He wrote “Xiang Qing” on the form and checked the box for Beast Class.

Then the bald Black man picked her up and carried her toward the left path; Xiang Qing screamed in his arms, accusing Hao Dong of having no conscience.

A nearby Student Union member asked: “Do you know her?”

“These people will say anything to get immigration. I’ve never seen her before.”

Hao Dong shook his head, expressionless.

“Next.”

Next came the college student, Xia Wentao.

As everyone registered, they trembled with fear—no reminder from Wu Xian was needed; they all knew Beast Class was no place to be.

The college students passed effortlessly; the three female employees also cleared without issue.

When it was Hai Weijiang’s turn, Hao Dong glanced at him and said:

“Too old. To Beast—”

Hai Weijiang spun around, snatched up Brother Crow, hoisted him horizontally, and shook him twice.

“I just look old—I’m still in my prime!”

Hao Dong hesitated for two seconds, then checked the box for Human Class. Hai Weijiang exhaled deeply—he’d have been the first to die if he’d been sent to Beast Class.

If Hai Weijiang passed, the rest had no chance of failing. All had completed their immigration school registration.

Wu Xian was the last in line.

He too was assigned to Human Class and, guided by a Student Union member, walked down the right path. The road was dark and long; shrubs swayed in the sea wind, casting an eerie atmosphere.

After walking a short distance, he turned back—the square behind him was dark, the Student Union members and registration tables vanished entirely…

Wu Xian swallowed hard.

He moved cautiously, silently reciting the names of his abilities.

“Human Spirit Art—Sitting Meditation; Ghost Spirit Art—Ghost Calligraphy; Demon Spirit Art—Cat’s Three Kicks…”

These three abilities were the ones he brought from Li Hen Tian; they activated automatically upon entering the Fudi. Thus, Wu Xian was no longer a blank slate—he now possessed combat capability, giving him some defense if danger arose on the path.

Yet as Wu Xian walked the entire path, nothing happened.

It led to another square, where all who had passed registration now stood. At one end stood a platform for speaking.

On the platform stood a male student holding a thermos, looking unmistakably like a student. After Wu Xian and Su Mi joined the group, he picked up the microphone.

“The last new student has registered.”

“I am the Student Union President of Tuotaihuangu Immigration School. I now welcome you all, on behalf of the school, to your enrollment!”

(End of Chapter)