All Gods: I am a master of all professions, who dares to oppose me?

After Norman promised to give him all the information the next day, Fang Chang left the Osborn Building with Dracula.

"Now, I'm all looking forward to seeing Superman tomorrow!"

The next day, in a working-class neighborhood.

"Ah...uh..." Peter struggled to get up from the floor, looked around blankly, and after a while, he came to his senses that he had slept on the floor all night.

"Peter, are you up yet? You're going to be late!" Aunt May called from downstairs.

"I'm coming down right now!" Peter replied casually, then put on his glasses and prepared to quickly tidy up before heading out.

Then, something unexpected happened.

After putting on the glasses, Peter felt that the world in front of him was blurry, as if there was a piece of frosted glass in front of him.

Remove the glasses, and the world becomes crystal clear once again...

Peter was stunned. His clever little brain couldn't immediately process what had happened, and he only thought it was a lingering effect of yesterday's cold.

While getting dressed, Peter suddenly noticed that his originally thin body seemed a little different...

The difference is roughly this: from being able to scream in pain from a single punch, one suddenly jumps to being able to make someone's entire family scream in pain with a single punch.

"These muscle lines... are simply... amazing!!" Peter struck a few flamboyant poses in front of the mirror. At this moment, he was only missing a professional-level smile to be a bodybuilding champion.

"Peter, are you really up? You're really going to be late!" Aunt May called out again.

"Coming, coming! I just brushed my teeth!" Peter hurriedly put on his clothes, grabbed his schoolbag, and rushed downstairs.

The same familiar scenario unfolds next to the bus stop.

Peter chased after the accelerating bus, running wildly, while bursts of joyful laughter echoed from the school bus.

Finally, Peter tried to reach out and tap the school bus to get the driver's attention—unaware that the driver had already seen him.

After stepping on the gas, Peter was completely left behind by the school bus.

stab-

Peter accidentally tore down the banner that was pasted on the side of the school bus...

"Huh? I definitely didn't grab it?" Peter looked at the banner stuck to his palm, somewhat bewildered.

Fortunately, this confusion didn't last long, and was quickly dispelled by the fear of being late...

Ring ring ring!!

The school bell rang on time, and a figure carrying a backpack rushed into the classroom as the bell rang—it was Peter.

Laughter erupted in the classroom; this was Peter's special welcoming ceremony.

"Quiet!" Fang Chang raised one hand and pretended to make a hand seal, and the classroom quickly fell silent.

After a week, all the students were secretly spreading a message:

The handsome Asian male teacher is a mysterious Eastern wizard who uses terrifying witchcraft to punish students who don't behave in class.

The news spread with great detail and conviction, but the teachers just laughed it off, while the students believed it more and more than anyone else.

Because some students have actually been slapped in the face by Fangzai's magical touch...

Every day, in a different class, there are always a few students who like to challenge authority to assert their presence.

"Peter's here? Hurry back to your seat, you have an exam today."

"An exam?!" The classroom erupted in chaos.

"What kind of test? Witchcraft?"

“Fool, he never taught us witchcraft.”

"What will the exam cover?"

"Who knows? Hasn't he been teaching off-the-book lately?"

Afterwards, Fangzai asked Peter to hand out the test papers he had carefully prepared, and then picked up his phone and started browsing.

This salary is so easy to earn!

Meanwhile, the students who received the test papers were collectively stunned as they stared at the questions.

1. Tom: Is this pen Jerry's?

Jerry: You son of a bitch! Mine!

Q: Whose pen is this?

2. Tom: I have basketball class tonight! Are you going?

Jerry: What the heck! After what happened last time, you're still going? Guess if I'll go or not?

Q: Does Jerry go to basketball class?

3 Tom: My sister is coming to visit me today, could you please pick her up for me?

Jerry: Pick up your sister? No way!!

Q: Should Jerry go pick up Tom's sister?

4. Peter: How much does the tofu cost?

Harry: Two pieces.

Peter: Two dollars each?

Harry: One piece.

Peter: One or two dollars? That's 5 cents a dollar?

Harry: Two pieces.

Peter: Is it one dollar or two dollars, or two dollars and one dollar?

Q: How much does a block of tofu cost?

5 Peter: Are you going to do anything about this or not?

Harry: Is this something I can control?

Peter: You can take care of this!

Harry: I don't care.

Q: Why does Harry care about anything?

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"What is this thing? Is he testing our Eastern witchcraft incantations?!"

"Yay! I've wanted to be a wizard for so long!!"

……

The tense and exciting exam ended quickly. After collecting all the exam papers, Fang Chang left without a word, casually tossing them into the office without any intention of grading them.

It's just a tool to train students' mindset.

Soon, it was lunch time.

Peter, having gradually adapted to his superpowers, practiced some agility in the cafeteria and saved Mary Jane, the goddess, from nearly falling flat on her face.

Then, due to excessive emotional distress, a gush of milky white liquid inexplicably spurted from Peter's wrist...

Ahem, don't get me wrong, it's spider silk~

A spider web got stuck to a classmate's plate, and then Peter yanked it, sending the plate flying onto the school bully...

Peter swears he really only pulled on the spider silk very carefully; his intention was simply to cut the white rope that had appeared out of nowhere...

Seeing the school bully's burly body tremble with rage, Peter instinctively grasped the advanced military strategy—retreat is the best policy!

Unfortunately, the school bully turned around and saw that Peter was holding a white string, and the other end of the string was on the plate on his body!

The school bully felt his authority had been challenged, so he threw down his cutlery and chased after the bully.

Peter moved quickly with small, quick steps in the corridor outside the cafeteria, but he was still intercepted by the school bully.

"What do you want to do?! Peter!" The school bully could feel the whispers around him, as if everyone was laughing at him for being provoked by a little thug.

"I...I didn't mean to..." Peter looked up at the 1.9-meter-tall school bully and felt like he was about to die.

"Not on purpose?" The school bully sneered, then threw a punch at Peter without saying another word.

The massive body instilled an indescribable sense of oppression in Peter. Faced with a punch that could have nearly killed him, Peter trembled with fear, and then time seemed to slow down...

Six meters away, a fly was frantically flapping its transparent wings.

Four meters away, Bane, the snotty boy from the next class, is playing with his saliva cannonballs again. Saliva sprays out of the straw, leaving a long, transparent line in the air.

At 0.5 meters, school bully James is vigorously swinging his fist, trying to smash it into his own face.

Everything seemed to slow down, and Peter was utterly shocked. He could even see his own reflection in James's eyes...

Peter didn't know what was happening; all he knew was that what he was seeing was truly...

That's awesome!