You call this a healer?

The other man in the mirror had a voice like a demon from hell, ready to devour him at any moment.

There was no fear, no retreat.

Zhou Ming was even somewhat smug, his laughter echoing throughout the eerie corridor: "Hahaha, you idiot, didn't you expose yourself? You weren't hiding it very well!"

The other Zhou Ming in the mirror had a gloomy face, like a human who had been dead in the water for a long time: "Why did you suddenly make such a rude gesture while you were daydreaming?"

Zhou Ming stopped laughing and had a strange conversation with his other self: "If you can't keep up, you can't keep up. You have to admit it, don't be stubborn!"

The "Zhou Ming" in the mirror had an even colder expression, leaned forward, and a thick black aura emanated from him, even seeping through the mirror.

Zhou Ming looked serious. Suddenly, he took out a nail, picked up a brick from the ground, and hammered it into the glass mirror with a "DuangDuang" sound.

Zhou Ming in the mirror: "?"

Zhou Ming took two steps back: "I need your help!"

Zhou Ming's reflection in the mirror sneered repeatedly: "You want my help? Do you know who I am?"

"Simple!"

Zhou Ming took out a marker from his pocket and drew several abstract monster patterns on a relatively clean white wall behind him. "Please pay attention. You are a supernatural being. Supernatural beings are a general term for gods, monsters, and strange creatures. Their physical structure is different from that of humans. They possess supernatural and powerful forces, such as the five elements, wind, thunder, ice, fog, darkness, and light, etc."

They are unpredictable, bloodthirsty, enjoy hunting humans, and possess the ability to infect other creatures.

Their habits and forms are different; some have three heads and six arms, some are as tall as an iron tower, some are as short and ugly as goblins, and some are as beautiful as elves.

Most of them are unable to speak and are extremely afraid of light, only appearing at night.

Based on the attributes of each deity, we categorized them into five major races, with the highest level being the royal family and the king's family, followed by the generals, the scholars, and the farmers.

The supernatural and the established order are in opposition.

The strength of divine powers is divided into nine levels, from the first to the ninth realm, corresponding to the first to ninth levels of human order beings. For example, it would be difficult to determine a winner in a one-on-one fight between a fifth-level royal divine monster and a fifth-level human order being mage.

If you can speak human language, it means you have a high IQ. Then your identity is obvious. You are the most terrifying, most dreadful, and most mysterious super boss in this examination building who doesn't participate in the exam but whose whereabouts are the most mysterious. You are the mutated Five Elements Sea Royal Family God who was captured after the deaths of thirty Order Walker students and seven Level 5 Order Walker teachers!

However… you're already past your prime, otherwise you would have killed me immediately, why would you be wasting your breath talking to me? I came to you because I want to play Texas Hold'em, and I need your help…”

The Zhou Ming in the mirror was on the verge of exploding: "Are you lecturing a royal deity?"

Zhou Ming blinked: "Don't interrupt me while I'm talking. You're truly the worst generation of supernatural beings I've ever encountered!"

The Zhou Ming in the mirror roared in fury: "You should be afraid, you're about to die!"

Zhou Ming scratched his chin: "Why do I feel like you're talking about yourself?"

Zhou Ming in the mirror leaned forward again, saying in a sinister tone, "You want to use me to awaken your power? Even if the universe is destroyed, you will not succeed..."

"No!" Zhou Ming interrupted, pulling out a silver dagger: "The Order Admission College Entrance Examination allows you to use the Spirit Transmission Dagger to pierce the heart of a deity, utilizing the fierce resentment of the deity's death to forcibly break through the body's embryonic layer, achieving genetic mutation and becoming a certain Order Being! And you, to me, are the perfect deity!"

The "Zhou Ming" in the mirror seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world, his ear-piercing, sinister laughter echoing throughout the corridor: "Insignificant, ignorant humans, piercing the powerful, divine heart of a royal family? Hahaha..."

"That's right!"

Zhou Ming quickly took out a Gatling gun, rocket launcher, hand grenade, strong sulfuric acid, black donkey hoof, black dog blood, rooster blood, glutinous rice, and other dazzling array of weapons and strange statues from his bag.

Zhou Ming, watching from the mirror, chuckled, "Hahaha, what a self-important mortal..."

"You madman, your laugh makes you look like an idiot!"

Zhou Ming quickly hung the thin blanket and a bunch of statues strung together on the glass mirror, then grabbed the Gatling gun and rocket launcher and unleashed a barrage of fire at the back of the room.

"Da da da, boom..."

Glass shattered, cotton fibers flew everywhere, and the air was thick with smoke; nothing could be seen clearly.

Then, with inhuman agility, he threw rooster blood and black donkey hooves at them, and pulled out the grenade fuse.

The series of operations were completed in a very short time, as if they had been rehearsed countless times, so skillful that it was heartbreaking.

He turned and ran away as soon as he finished.

The changes to the "dialogue bubble" kept echoing in my mind:

The most terrifying mutation of the Five Elements Royal Family within the examination hall cannot possibly help someone with no qualifications mutate into an Orderly Being.

Royal mystique is never hidden in a mirror.

This royal, mythical creature is taciturn and at its peak.

He can't afford to waste five minutes chatting with you about trivial things without building up his mental control.

Covering his eyes with a blanket, then using black dog blood, rooster blood, black donkey hooves, glutinous rice, Gatling guns, bazookas, and grenades won't stop his killing spree; it will only excite him more.

At this moment, the "dialogue bubble" reappears, constantly changing:

The thing that can harm him is not his physical form; don't waste your time.

His true form is not in the second-floor storage room at all.

[For a weak human to dream of defeating a young, powerful royal being at the peak of his abilities is utterly delusional.]

Unless you take the stairs instead of jumping off the building.

If you run at full speed at 100 meters per second, and he runs at 100 meters per second in 12 seconds, then you run 12 times faster than him.

Looking at it this way, you're absolutely amazing!

[There's no way you could make it to the second-floor storage room alive unless you don't use black dog blood, and you absolutely refuse to take the S-shaped route, or break into classroom 405 from the fourth-floor balcony, and then slide down the drainpipe from the back window of classroom 405 to the second-floor storage room window.]

It's okay to take a break if you get tired along the way.

None of this is possible.

"You keep giving me the opposite answer. I hope one of them isn't right all of a sudden, or I'll haunt you even in death."

Zhou Ming poured the last jar of black dog blood over himself. Just before the ten grenades detonated, he used a grappling hook to jump to the fourth floor. Enduring the violent explosions and shockwaves behind him, he quickly scurried along an S-shaped path, bypassing the monsters infected by the "divine" phenomenon, and entered classroom 405. Without hesitation, he slid down the drainpipe from the back window of classroom 405 to the back window of the second-floor storage room, kicked the rotten window glass, and climbed inside.

He pushed his body to its limits throughout, not daring to pause or look back. He felt a chilling aura and an ethereal roar constantly chasing behind his neck, like a judge who decides life and death, ready to take his life at any moment.

Thankfully, they haven't caught him yet.

Anticipating your own predictions is the most stylish movement in the world.

At that moment, he was glad he had done it!

There was no time to hesitate. He scanned the room and, sure enough, found a withered, old creature lying in a corner piled with clutter. It was a humanoid creature with four arms, four legs, bat wings on its back, a long, thin head, and white beard and hair.

His light brown skin was covered with age spots, his sparse white beard swayed slightly as his intrusion caused the air to move, and his dark old eyes were filled with the turbidity of his twilight years.

The dialog box bubble is also changing rapidly:

This is definitely not a royal miracle.

No one in the world can kill him.

Even if you stab him with a dagger below his navel, you still can't kill him.

If you had just said so, I would have come directly. Why risk going up to the fifth floor? Isn't that just pointless?

I can't tell you that even when his soul and body aren't united, it can still help you, this piece of trash, awaken.

You have absolutely no chance of succeeding, give up on that idea.

"puff--"

The next moment, without hesitation, Zhou Ming plunged the "Spirit Transmission Dagger," one of only two stationery items not considered cheating in this college entrance examination, three inches below the monster's navel.

Almost simultaneously, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of a huge, cold black shadow behind him, raising its forked claws that were close to his neck. The five colors of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth emanated from its claws, transforming into the most furious roar in the world, almost tearing him, a weak creature, to shreds from soul to body.

Just as the dagger pierced the monster's navel, the dark shadow vanished, and a faint glimmer of light appeared in the monster's pitch-black eyes.

His expression was a complex mix of disbelief, despair, anger, helplessness, and humiliation. He let out a final roar: "Weak human, I have discovered your secret. You possess a powerful, filthy soul. Your second personality has been constantly telling itself to make the right choice. Unfortunately, you succeeded."

The monster's corpse gradually died.

"Too bad you failed, what nonsense were you spouting!"

After Zhou Ming finished speaking, a torrent of five-colored auras appeared before his eyes. Through the "Spirit Transfer Dagger," an awakening medium made by a "Level 7 Order Artifact Master," it frantically washed over his body's meridians and the embryonic layer between the mortal and the extraordinary, attempting to awaken his non-existent aptitude.

It's so painful...

Ordinary people, even if the world were to be destroyed, could not awaken as "order beings." This is due to their innate talent, much like the spiritual roots in cultivation novels.

However, arriving in a world with extraordinary powers, lacking qualifications, a system, and cheat codes, and betrayed by her own father, if she doesn't take a chance...

It's like watching an entire movie starring Miss Shenmu and not wasting half a pack of toilet paper; it's better not to watch it at all.

If you don't criticize your teammates during the qualifying rounds, you might as well not qualify at all.

Online novel authors who don't know how to use a few cheesy jokes won't even get their work read by a dog!

If I don't awaken the "Orderer," I'll hang myself from a tree in the southeast again and let the next transmigrator test the waters. I'll go to the fantasy world and reach the "Third Stage of Fighting Power."

After an unknown amount of time, the excruciating pain gradually subsided, and Zhou Ming felt light all over, as if his body had undergone some kind of evolution and sublimation, with two forces coursing through his body.

"Is that... done?"

He instinctively stretched out his hands, and saw a ball of pale green gas appear in his left palm, warm and peaceful; in his right palm was a gray vortex, faintly revealing a sinister aura.

What kind of "Order Keeper" profession do I have?

Is it an incredibly powerful combat class, or a support class that even dogs wouldn't play?

New account, a little confused.

At this moment, the "dialogue bubble" popped up again:

You failed!

You cannot become the one who maintains order.

[It's even more impossible that, without any qualifications, a member of the underwater royal family with mutated five elements and in their prime youth could forcibly open the meridians and embryonic layer using some kind of supernatural ability.]

You can't be one of the lucky ones with a success rate of less than one in a million to become cool and awesome.

"Could you at least tell me what my profession is beforehand? I'm in a hurry!"