[Welcome to the Samsara Tower, Awakener.]
When they arrived at the Samsara Tower, they discovered that they were on the very bottom floor. To be precise, the ground shook, and they were placed deep underground.
Some were calm, as if they had already expected this result. Others screamed, and some panicked.
Seeing their reactions, Esdeath grew even more disdainful.
What kind of chairman at a school would place a heartless teacher like her here in the first place?
Were they not afraid that she would start murdering her students or breaking them mentally?
Maybe that was exactly why they placed her here—to break those students until they finally grew some backbone.
Aqua mused silently.
"Alright, you good-for-nothings. This is the Trial Floor. This place is located underground within the tower. Before you qualify to become players in the tower, you will be judged here first—whether you're trash or something at least worth something to society at large." Esdeath said as her eyes swept across the crowd.
A few students bristled at her words, their faces flushing with humiliation.
Some clenched their fists.
Others looked away, unable to meet her gaze.
But not a single one spoke. Not a single one challenged her.
They simply absorbed the verbal lashing like beaten dogs, and Esdeath noted it with grim satisfaction.
"So, whether you're an Awakener or just an ordinary human who awakened nothing, don't feel proud or discouraged yet. Your value will be judged by your success in your first mission world."
"But remember—Awakeners, even if they fail, still have their uses. They will most likely be hired by society and won't need to worry about unemployment if they awakened something useful. But you who awakened nothing? Fight hard and prove your worth. Until then, good luck. May the gods bless you… if they even care about worthless people like you anyway."
She chuckled sadistically as she pointed toward the center of the tower's rune circle.
"Go and stand there. Your trial begins here."
With that, all the students stepped into the circle and closed their eyes. Light began to envelop them as they felt themselves being pulled somewhere—pushed into something both foreign and strangely warm at the same time.
[Trial Floor — The World of Otome Games is Tough for Mobs]
[Difficulty — Extreme]
[Detail: The World of Otome Games is Tough for Mobs is a heavily feudal and matriarchal society with a strict hierarchy and clear division between citizens. If you are a low-class male or lack a cheat ability, your chances of survival in this world are very slim. Even women are not exempt—they are bound by hierarchy and marriage contracts arranged by their families. Attractiveness never guarantees survival. Only class and cheat abilities matter. Climb the hierarchy or be lucky. That is the law of survival in this world.]
The moment the trial floor details flashed across everyone's vision, the reaction among the summoned crowd was immediate and predictably idiotic.
"Wait, hold on—are we actually getting sent to some kind of reverse world? Like, a place where women are in charge and do all the work?" one of the boys blurted out, his eyes lighting up with barely contained excitement.
"That sounds amazing! No more grinding, no more risking our necks—just sit back and let the girls handle everything while we relax!"
"Yeah, seriously!" another chimed in, practically drooling. "If women run everything, that means they fight the monsters, they do the dangerous jobs, they deal with all the crap. We can just… chill, right? Maybe find a rich noblewoman to pamper us? This is gonna be a vacation!"
A third boy actually pumped his fist. "Finally, a world that makes sense! Women should be the ones dying in dungeons anyway. We deserve a break!"
The girls in the crowd stared at them with expressions ranging from disgust to outright contempt.
"Disgusting," one girl muttered under her breath, her lip curling.
Another crossed her arms, her glare sharp enough to cut glass. "Of course the moment they hear 'women do the work,' they think it's paradise. Pathetic."
Only one person in the crowd wasn't laughing, cheering, or sneering.
Aqua.
He stood apart from the rest, arms loosely crossed, his expression completely unreadable—though if anyone cared to look closely, they might have caught the faint, knowing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
Yeah… tough luck, you idiots.
He watched the boys celebrate their imagined paradise, the fantasy of being spoiled and coddled by a female-dominated society dancing in their empty heads.
They had no idea what was actually waiting for them.
Mobuseka.
The name alone carried weight. It was an extreme world—one where women had taken the concept of matriarchy and twisted it into something grotesque.
They were basically an exaggerated, nightmarish version of modern Earth's worst feminist stereotypes cranked up to eleven.
They demanded everything, contributed nothing, and blamed men for every single problem that arose while simultaneously claiming all credit for any success. They were loud, entitled, conceited, and utterly insufferable.
Men in that world? They existed to be trampled, used, discarded, and blamed. Unless you were born into the upper class or possessed a cheat-level ability, your life was worth less than a stray dog's.
Even women weren't safe—they were just as bound by the crushing hierarchy, their futures decided by family contracts and political marriages the moment they were old enough to walk.
Attractiveness? Useless. Charisma? Meaningless. Hard work? A joke.
Only class and cheat abilities mattered. That was the law of survival in Mobuseka. Climb the hierarchy or die trying. Or get lucky. Those were the only options.
But a lost lamb was still a lost lamb, and Aqua had no intention of sharing this information unless they paid him or gave him some benefit in return.
Aqua was no philanthropist. He placed his interests and pleasure above everything else while the world burned around him.
While the crowd continued its ignorant celebration, a shift in the atmosphere silenced them instantly.
A man stepped forward.
He was unmistakably Chinese, with long, silken black hair that cascaded past his shoulders, held back by an ornate jade clasp.
He wore flowing robes of deep azure and silver, the fabric embroidered with intricate cloud patterns that seemed to shimmer faintly with an inner light.
His eyes were cold—not the cold of indifference, but the cold of someone who had long ago decided that most people weren't worth the effort of acknowledging.
On either side of him, two women clung to his arms. And not just any women—jade beauties in the truest sense of the phrase.
Their faces were flawless, their figures perfect, their eyes filled with worshipful adoration as they gazed up at their master.
They wore silken robes that left little to the imagination, their bodies pressed intimately against his arms as if they couldn't bear even a centimeter of space between them.
The chatter died instantly.
Every eye in the crowd fixed on the newcomer.
The boys who had been celebrating moments ago now stood frozen, their mouths hanging open in a mixture of awe and envy.
The girls who had been sneering now stared with wide eyes, their contempt replaced by something far more complicated.
The Chinese man surveyed the crowd with the lazy disinterest of a predator scanning a field of sheep. Then he clapped his hands—a sharp, commanding sound that echoed through the space.
"Humph. What a drag," he said, his voice carrying effortlessly despite its casual tone. "Alright, everyone. Attention."
The crowd snapped to attention as if pulled by invisible strings.
"I have information that can elevate all of you," he continued, his cold eyes sweeping across the assembled faces. "And I'm offering it for free. This young master is feeling generous today."
He spoke as though every word leaving his mouth was worth more than the combined value of everyone in the crowd.
And somehow, watching him, surrounded by those flawless beauties, radiating an aura of absolute, unquestionable superiority… no one doubted it.
The jade beauties beside him smiled, their voices chiming in perfect unison.
"Alright, peasants. With the permission of the Young Master and his boundless generosity, he has graciously agreed to grant you the chance to join him."
"Of course," the other continued, her eyes sparkling with pride, "this privilege does not come without recognition. Have you heard of the Lin Ancient Clan's Young Master? Yes—that is precisely who stands before you. Our Young Master. Lin Feng."
She clapped her hands together proudly, as if announcing the arrival of a god.
The reaction was instantaneous.
"Fuck—Lin Feng is HERE?!"
"Thank you for gracing us with your presence, Young Master Lin!"
Why was this low-effort Chinese Young Master here?
Aqua furrowed his brows as he assessed the crowd around him. Some were Japanese, some Chinese, some Indian, some white, some black, some Russian, and others from different nations.
It seemed people from all over the world were here.
It also appeared that he and some of his classmates had been separated from his original class group. Even students from the same school weren't guaranteed to enter the same dungeon world.
The runes must have separated them.
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