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

Meng Yu screamed in agony, as did the other children. One by one, the staff members quickly entered and led everyone out of the Martial Arts Miniature World. However, they did not let everyone go back to their own homes but rather brought everyone to another place for centralized accommodation.

After all, everyone needed some time to calm their emotions, didn't they?

In that place, there were Foundation Establishment and Golden Core Masters maintaining order, with very comprehensive facilities. After all, too many things had happened in the virtual world these past days, and no one wanted anything more to occur.

Meng Yu received special care, with everyone's attention focused on him.

In ancient times, there was a fiercely loyal general who was slanderously accused of rebellion and then sent to prison to undergo severe torture. Eventually, he was proven to have been falsely accused. So, what would this general do about the matter in the future?

Of course, the only solution was to kill him.

Everyone was troubled about how to deal with Meng Yu.

Instead of serving his time, Meng Yu had been practicing his swordsmanship in prison. No one could believe he was earnestly willing to "bring salt to the prison," could they?

There was a one percent chance that he was preparing to thrive within the Immortal Sect and then phenomenally succeed, marry a rich and beautiful woman, and follow the path to success.

But the remaining ninety-nine percent chance was that he wanted to flee, and he was undoubtedly planning an escape!

Otherwise, why would he wait until the appearance of True Lord Bai Yang to show his real power?

After Meng Yu demonstrated his power, everyone felt this young man was unequivocally gearing up to run away.

For ordinary people, the Immortal Sect is heaven, worth sacrificing everything for.

But for the geniuses of the Immortal Sect, they have many options, including studying abroad or starting a business in outer realms. When talent reaches a certain level, it's like birds able to fly at will.

The Immortal Sect offers a stable and peaceful environment but also serves as a constraint. After all, once a genius reaches the outer regions, they can boast blond hair, party day and night—ah, no, they can access more resources, unhindered by rules, unlike within the Immortal Sect where they must reason and proceed step by step. And Meng Yu...

These days, legal experts have been discussing Meng Yu's future on television.

Meng Yu's serious crimes, tormenting him for a thousand and twenty years, were repeatedly brought up because he refused military service, and hence he would not be released on parole within five years. This case involved the dignity of the law, so how many five-year periods does one have in a lifetime?

Meng Yu comprehended the Sword Intent of Fire in prison and seemed like an unrivaled genius, but those who knew the truth felt an immense sense of regret for him.

The resources there were too common and scarce. Meng Yu should have aimed higher, practiced better sword techniques than the Fire Crow Sword Technique, especially after he later revealed even more formidable power, nearly causing everyone's eyes to pop out in shock!

Under such circumstances, reaching fruition surely wouldn't lead to gratitude towards the Immortal Sect at most, there would be no resentment.

And this lack of resentment, as one ages, would become increasingly displeasing.

So, facing endless humiliation and torture, how much loyalty would the general locked in the prison still hold towards the emperor?

Especially considering he was an undefeated god of war!

Then tell me, wouldn't Meng Yu, treated in such a manner, harbor resentment?

Furthermore, he would have to stay in prison for at least another five years, and then hundreds of years after that!

The laws of the Immortal Sect are patchworks with various flexibilities, but that does not mean the upper echelons can act as they please. Otherwise, those from privileged backgrounds would always find a way to concoct excuses. But now, Meng Yu's case had been thrown into the public eye.

Just like a bug.

Oh, and one more important point—if Meng Yu were a good and obedient student, that would be one thing. The problem is, this guy is a brat!

If you treat him badly, he truly will bite back, and he might even bite your entire family to death.

His grandfather's family was the perfect example.

...

The children were all very excited.

"Alright, everyone, you'll be staying here for seven days, receiving guidance from psychologists. Then, you'll go back to your own homes and find your own mothers. Whatever happened in the scene, take it as a dream, since it only happened in the virtual world. No one is allowed to use it as an excuse to provoke or fight. Should it occur, you'll be severely punished without mercy, including criminal charges," Master Xue said, his gaze falling on the students who had been killed.

He, the staff, and the wooden puppets weren't teleported out. Instead, everyone was always in the Martial Arts Miniature World, taking care of the unconscious students.

The life-supporting equipment on the scene ensured that they would be fine for dozens of days inside. But once they were killed, they quickly returned to the real world and then watched the competition below in surprise, terror, or discomfort.

What's all this about? Why weren't they told beforehand? And, if I had known this, why didn't I play the hero?

Everyone had their own thoughts. Some were ashamed to the point of wishing the earth would swallow them, some cursed those who killed them, some remained silent, and some began to craft straw effigies of Meng Yu.

Indeed, most of the deaths were related to Meng Yu, and the most absurd thing was that this guy became a hero.

I'm more afraid of my brothers piloting flying boats than suffering. I care more about Meng Yu, the big bad guy, gaining fame and glory than about being killed myself.

Of course, many people were very grateful to Meng Yu.

All eyes were on Meng Yu, making the bald Meng Yu suddenly feel out of place. After all, he had grown his hair out in the virtual world, and now, back in a prison uniform with a shaved head, he had problems adjusting.

It was as if he were a big bad guy.

"Alright, for the next seven days, I will read the list..." Master Xue began reading the names of those who had been executed—no, those who had been killed early or harbored resentment toward Meng Yu, as well as those who seemed problematic. They were assigned to one area, while the rest, who were cheering and leaping with excitement, the over nine thousand cheering students, were placed in another area. An area for relaxation, joy, and casual play.

They were the final victors, requiring psychological counsel and were to be prevented from getting even more carried away. They would get seven days to enjoy themselves. After returning, they would be seen as heroes by everyone.

Facing strong opponents, never lowering their heads, standing firm, keeping true to oneself.

These were matters more important than victory.

This was the rhythm of youth in full swing.

Although everyone was later filled with fear and trepidation, now everything had cleared up, and they were back in the real world. What was there not to like?

You see, how are the news media outside reporting about this class of students? How are they praising everyone?

"Meng Boss!"

Someone shouted loudly, and then, more voices rose.

"Meng Boss, Meng Boss!"

Alright, the enthusiastic middle school students crowded forward and grabbed Meng Yu, tossing him vigorously into the air.

We won!n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

We are still alive. It's wonderful!

Everyone would forever remember this unforgettable time!