The Death Admission Letter [Infinite]

An early work, a little rough around the edges.

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-[The second instance, Tree High School for Girls, is complete]

Hello. Please use this admission notice to report to our school between April 4 and April 14. Many people have died at our school over the years, and our faculty excel at strangling students. We offer a number of degrees, including Evil Spirit and Advanced Evil Spirit. Male and female evil spirits are represented equally. Our signature subjects include Divination and Ghost Worship... We hope you have a pleasant time at our school and successfully graduate by clearing the game.

We hereby approve this student's admission and issue them a student ID. Lessons and grading begin immediately upon entering the school. Your grades determine whether you can graduate. Achieve honors to graduate with high marks and become an honorary graduate of our school.

Note 1: The school doesn't look like a school.

Note 2: The school is not a four-year program.

Note 3: Bring your identification and proof from a psychiatric hospital.

A shaman serves spirits and gods, and can communicate with them. Jiang Yuelu enters the academy as a member of the 44th class of shamanism students. After arriving, she has to choose or declare her faith.

"Usually, you choose an existing deity, like the ones worshipped by each of the four great shaman families."

"I'd rather not."

"Well, you can choose an older deity, too..."

"I don't want to choose one of those, either."

"Then who?"

Jiang Yuelu thinks it over. "Since this is a school, I think... I should worship the Exam God. Don't you have one?"

"..."

"If the deity doesn't exist, you have to apply to have it added."

Jiang Yuelu claps her hands. "Then it'll be the Exam God! May my luck at exams flourish."

And so, the first Exam God in the academy's history was born...

The little ghost I met as a child, a real little ghost.

Because I helped him find his way home, he hooked his little finger with mine and promised: [You stay aboveground, I'll stay underground. Once we've both grown stronger, we'll meet again.]

Years passed. I was down on my luck and ordinary, never becoming the strongest by worldly standards.

But he kept his promise and became the strongest ghost underground.

That little ghost had grown up to become the ruler of the underworld. He said, "This time, I'll take you home. From now on, you can make the heavens and the earth dance, and go wild as you please."

"My mom says that, besides meaning good fortune, my name, Yuelu, is also the armpit of the Vermilion Bird constellation. Haha, you know what an armpit is, right? It's where the wings attach."

"What about you, Xia Yi? Your name is easy to understand. It means wings, the Vermilion Bird's wings."

"Without its wings, the Vermilion Bird would be crippled. Without Xia Yi, Jiang Yuelu can't fly."

Years later, in a dark world filled with resentful ghosts and spirits, Jiang Yuelu, a living man of twenty-seven, meets the leader of the Twelve Chaotic Ghost Shamans.

"Jiang Yuelu." With an unfamiliar face and familiar eyes, the being looks at him. "Now you can fly."

Next up: Global Standby

At 2:35 p.m. on September 2, the students of Class 3, Grade 11, at Chunfeng Middle School entered standby mode.

Note: Experts explain that standby is a state in which humans cannot move, think, or feel, frozen in that moment. They do not respond to outside contact and appear to be asleep, so the phenomenon has provisionally been called standby.

Thirteen years passed.

The students who were the same age as Class 3, Grade 11, had long since passed thirty.

The outside world went from close attention at first to silence.

Some grieving parents had more children, who were now twelve and nearing the age for their high school entrance exams.

The students of Class 3, Grade 11 remained frozen in that classroom, like insects in amber, still seventeen years old and caught in the same moment.

On September 2 of that year, cicadas sang once more in the summer heat.

Shen Duo, the bottom-of-the-class student from Class 3, woke from standby.

He walked out of the classroom and leaned over the railing to greet the security guard below.

"Sir, how come all your hair turned white?"

The guard, thirteen years older, turned around and spat water from his mouth. "Pfft!"

The media, experts, students' parents, and school officials all demanded to know where Shen Duo had been for the past thirteen years.

"I took part in a game. I cleared it, so now I can move again, for a while."

Nobody believed him. How could a [game] trap people for over a decade?

Until global standby really arrived.

Theme: Justice will always defeat evil