Chapter 25: This Damn Class Ends Here

Back in the real world again, Ji Ming didn't rush to check Aurora Dance's message, but first brewed himself a drink.

After three intense days of hustling in the Yangyue World, only a single night passed in the real world.

He sipped his coffee while watching the sunrise finally appear outside the window.

The long‑missed blue sky and white clouds, gentle wind and bright sun, oddly gave Ji Ming a sense of vast change.

Calming his mind a bit, he clicked the flashing message notification on his desktop.

【Here it comes, I'm looking for it for you】

Aurora Dance first sent a compressed file, then gave a brief explanation.

【Ah, I had a cold and fever yesterday, felt weak, went to bed early, just woke up now】

No wonder this guy who surfs the net all day didn't reply all night; now I see why.

But… why is he sick again?

In Ji Ming's memory, Aurora Dance is practically a sickly person, catching a minor illness every few days.

And since the start of this year it's become even more frequent; someone unaware might think getting sick is a weekly quest.

Ji Ming couldn't help but sigh.

Even if he's not top‑tier now, he's still a qualified doctor who has defeated Death God.

Prompted by professional ethics, he quickly reminded him.

【Then you must rest well, see a doctor if needed, and never be lazy】

【?】

Aurora Dance slowly sent a question mark.

【You secret admirer, give me an address quickly, I'll airdrop over to duel you, loser becomes a pretty girl】

Ji Ming stayed silent, but sent a sweating soybean.

Good news, the illness is not serious.

Bad news, the illness is not mild.

Aurora Dance didn't continue the topic, but switched to ask.

【By the way, why do you suddenly need the Barefoot Doctor Handbook? Planning to transmigrate?】

Ji Ming thought a moment and recycled a lame meme.

【I'm busy, currently a savior in a fantasy world, what's up?】

Since nobody would believe I actually transmigrated, might as well brag a bit.

【?】

Aurora Dance slowly sent another question mark.

【So what are you doing in the other world now, prepping a speedrun of the Succubus Hotel or solo farming the Monster Girl Club?】

Ji Ming clasped his chin and recalled his roller‑coaster three‑day life in the other world.

Scaring kids, deceiving adults, tricking goblins, street brawls, solo dueling thugs.

Earning copper, snatching silver, taking gold, grabbing wallets; whoever shows up must hand over cash.

Sounds exciting, but still lacks the ambition a transmigrator should have.

【Thanks for the invite, I'm in another world, just got out of a big bed】

【I've already taken a black‑silk demon king with my left hand and a white‑silk goddess with my right, vibrant life, all things flourish, a good day of world peace】

Aurora Dance was silent for a moment, then typed three characters.

【What about me】

Ji Ming laughed and sent an emoji.

Now it's... Fantasy Time. jpg

【Find some literary creation experience yourself, and remember to take care of your health】

He closed the chat window and began browsing the table of contents of the 'Barefoot Doctor Handbook'.

Even though he'll set out with the adventure party tomorrow, receiving the divine book today isn't late.

The book is thick, and using it inevitably requires returning to the real world for reference.

First he memorized the contents, so when needed he can quickly locate the corresponding ailments and cures, saving a lot of time.

To that end, Ji Ming summoned his high‑school memorization vigor, eager to devour the text whole and cram it into his brain.

But just as he was getting into the groove, his phone suddenly rang.

The once pleasant ringtone now sounded like a massive cleaver, shattering his thoughts.

Ji Ming frowned.

It's work time now.

I can earn 130W a month, an hourly wage over 1800, which makes me willingly work 007 hours!

No one may disturb my work.

So he didn't even look and hung up.

But before he could finish the next line, the noisy ringtone rang again.

Ji Ming massaged his temples and closed his eyes.

"You'd better have something!"

Then he picked up the phone and answered.

"Ji Ming, look at the time, don't you want this month's bonus…"

The voice on the other end was arrogant, spitting words like a machine gun.

Ji Ming only let out a light laugh and calmly tossed out a line.

Hmm, I don't want it anymore, goodbye.

Then he hung up the phone.

But the person labeled as Sun Zei simply wouldn't let it rest; he immediately called back.

Ji Ming's complexion gradually darkened.

He first took a sip of water to wet his throat, then sank his qi to the dantian, clenched his teeth and swallowed the fluid, adjusting his mouth and tongue to the best condition.

Holding the phone to his ear, he lightly made a stroke.

Seeing the phone connected again, the already furious Manager Sun was about to unleash his mighty power.

"Sun Zei, I quit, do you understand? You give me a few bucks a month and want me to work overtime..."

However, before he could utter a single word, he was completely blocked by the other side's fully unleashed Gatling gun of purgatory.

"... Normally the crew gives you face, calling you 'Brother Sun', yet you actually think you're hot stuff, a loser whose hair is already gone before forty..."

Moreover, he spoke extremely fast, with clear articulation, causing great damage; each sentence struck at his pain points, his astonishment and embarrassment, in the raging storm, pitifully like a drifting white plastic bag.

"... Still dare to nitpick in front of me? Do you not have a clue in your heart?"

After venting smoothly, Ji Ming took a breath and spoke calmly.

"In short, let's quit this damn job here, okay?"

"But, but..."

Manager Sun was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a moment, stammering for a while before managing to utter a complete sentence.

"But the project isn't finished yet; you, you don't want this month's salary? And the compensation... and so on..."

"You're right, but I now earn 1.3 million a month, understand?"

"I..."

"Shh, if you call again it'll be impolite, goodbye."

This time, Sun Zei indeed didn't call again; Ji Ming gulped down his coffee in one go, feeling that his thoughts had become completely clear.

Ultimate bliss, this kind of output is simply more satisfying than successive hypersonic missiles.

All drowsiness and fatigue were cast to the clouds beyond; he refocused his thoughts and quickly memorized the entire catalog.

Immediately afterwards he returned to the game, carried various medicinal ingredients into the decoction room, and began preparing the medicines needed for tomorrow.

With mastery of the Rejuvenation Liquid Production Technique, the strange odors in the air were further reduced.

Moreover, even if he continued to fine-tune the proportions of several ingredients, no major mishaps like scorching the pot or explosion occurred again.

The production results were also astonishing; although no higher-grade Rejuvenation Liquid was developed, he still managed to produce five full bottles of the fourth-tier product.

He poured all the liquid into bottles, stored them steadily in the cabinet, and Ji Ming finally ended his busy day.

"Hurry hurry hurry hurry, S attribute explodes, sleep!"

He didn't even take off his clothes, just lay directly on the bed in the second-floor dormitory and fell into a deep sleep.