The No. 1 Hunfen King in the Entire Server [Interstellar] Chapter 2

Xu Wanzhi?

Lin Jing finally got hold of the form and paused when he heard the youth introduce himself. Out of courtesy, he replied, “My name is Lin Jing.”

Xu Wanzhi nodded slightly, bent his arm to pillow his head against the window, and drifted back to sleep.

This turn of events felt strange—at least that’s what everyone else in the room seemed to think.

Lin Jing took the pen Blondie handed him and stopped paying attention to his eccentric teammates, focusing on the form instead.

When Blondie said the form was “long,” he wasn’t lying. Name, age, place of birth, family background, date of birth, elementary and middle school history, job experience—even a summary of life events—everything was on this form.

Was this a census survey?

Before entering the Door of Life and Death instance, the system had assigned him a character profile. Relying on his photographic memory, Lin Jing quickly filled out most of the form line by line.

The earlier sections had reference information to follow, but when it came to the “life events” part, he was a bit unsure.

Blondie, still trying to redeem himself after his earlier embarrassment, noticed Lin Jing pausing in hesitation and immediately leaned over. “Oh, you’re stuck on this? Don’t worry, we all just make stuff up. Just write down whatever.”

Lin Jing twirled his pen. “Anything?”

Blondie nodded. “Yeah. Hold on, I’ll find you an example.”

He was brimming with energy as he somehow managed to find someone else’s resume.

Lin Jing took it and glanced through it: the usual—year of birth, age when they enrolled in school, age when they achieved milestones, and so on.

Twirling his pen, Lin Jing sneered lightly. As a top student with a decent grasp of Earth’s history, Lin Jing had some understanding of this era.

With a divine stroke of inspiration, he swiftly drafted a magnificently exaggerated resume for himself.

First, he highlighted his exceptional intellect:

At ten years old, his outstanding intelligence earned him early admission to Peking University. By thirteen, he had gone on to study at Harvard with excellent grades.

Second, he emphasized being both scholarly and physically adept:

At sixteen, he joined a commando unit and fought in Syria. At eighteen, he was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature.

Finally, he elevated his soul above worldly concerns:

At nineteen, he received a dream from Buddha and chose to become a monk. By twenty, he renounced all worldly possessions and traveled alone to Qinghe Village to seek the ultimate solace for his soul.

Perfect. He put down his pen with a flourish.

Blondie: “…” A flurry of expletives swirled in his mind, but he didn’t even know where to begin.

Feeling refreshed, Lin Jing asked, “Should I hand this directly to the chief?”

Blondie swallowed hard and reminded him, “You missed a section. Life motto.”

Lin Jing: “?”

He looked further down the form, and sure enough, below the “Life Events” section, there was another field labeled “Life Motto”, bolded and marked with asterisks as mandatory.

Lin Jing had already turned his resume into a complete joke—what else could possibly fit under “Life Motto” besides “Save all beings”?

He wrote down “Save all beings”, capped his pen, and stood up. Under Blondie’s indescribable gaze, he walked forward.

The chief was still fumbling with his keyboard, the glow from the screen casting shadows over his face. His thick features looked almost distorted, and his murky eyes seemed to glint green.

“Chief, I’m here to submit my form.”

Lin Jing tapped his finger lightly on the desk.

The chief, who had been typing, slowly lifted his head, as if just now realizing there was another person in the room.

He sat up straight, reached out a rough, cracked hand to take the form, and gave Lin Jing a cold glance. “Why are you only showing up now?”

Lin Jing smiled. “Ran into some trouble on the way.”

Then he asked, “Chief, how much longer will it take to input all this data? It’s already dark—you should at least let us find a place to stay first.”

The chief’s tone was impatient. “Sit and wait. Someone will come to pick you up.”

“Oh.”

While talking to the chief, Lin Jing had actually been trying to sneak a look at his computer screen. But the man’s bulky frame and tight grip on his workspace gave him no chance at all.

When Lin Jing returned to his seat, Blondie looked at him with something close to awe and muttered, “You actually dared to talk to him?”

Lin Jing casually asked, “Why wouldn’t I? What happened before I arrived?”

Blondie carefully glanced around to confirm that Xu Wanzhi was still asleep before covering his mouth and sighing. “A lot has happened.”

Lin Jing chuckled. “Oh?”

Blondie pointed at the man in sunglasses and the otaku guy beside him. “Those two were the first to arrive. The guy in sunglasses introduced himself with his score right away—24 points. Do you know what that means? Our average score is only 6 points! He must’ve cursed the matchmaking system to no end. The chubby guy has 3 points—probably earned them by tagging along. Now he’s glued to the big guy as his golden ticket.”

He gestured to the two women. “The one with long hair is clearly a first-timer, super nervous. The other girl has the second-highest score in our group—10 points.” He turned to Lin Jing. “You’re at 0, right?”

Lin Jing: “?”

After a cough, Lin Jing admitted, “Well spotted. Impressive, impressive.”

Blondie sighed and shook his head in exasperation. “Of course I’d notice—I have 5 points. Seven people, averaging 6 points. Sunglasses guy and the chubby guy already add up to 42 points between the four of us.”

Lin Jing gave an awkward chuckle but was internally relieved. Finally, he was starting to feel like this was a beginner’s stage. After all, self-reporting scores was something you’d never see in higher-level games. In The Immortals, there’s no such thing as mutual benefit. Whether in PvP or adventure modes, you never knew if only one person would survive in the end. In scenarios like that, high scores were a death flag, and low scores got you sacrificed as cannon fodder.

But…

Lin Jing suddenly caught on. “Wait, are you saying he is also at 0 points?”

The “he” in question was, of course, Xu Wanzhi.

“Yeah, Brother Xu is also at 0, but he’s not like you.”

Blondie’s expression grew complicated as he recounted what had happened earlier.

Like the others, he had been escorted here by villagers. However, when they arrived at the station, the scene was anything but calm.

The chief had been killing someone—an old man who was barely breathing, pinned beneath the chief’s bulk. With a crazed expression, the chief had been stabbing him repeatedly with a sharp stone, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere.

The group had been paralyzed with fear, except for Xu Wanzhi, who had remained unnervingly calm. He had grabbed the chief by the collar, flung him aside, and coldly demanded he explain the rules.

“Back then, we all thought Brother Xu was done for,” Blondie said, recalling the moment. “But the chief just stared at him with this sinister look for a long time, then pulled out a stack of forms and told us to fill them out.”

“Before that, Sunglasses Guy had been vying to be the leader, but Xu Wanzhi ignored him. So, he mocked him the entire way here, calling him a zero-point loser. But after Brother Xu did that, Sunglasses Guy finally shut up. Though a grudge was definitely formed.”

Lin Jing glanced at the so-called “bigshot” again.

Reclining against the wall with his arms folded, the man appeared completely detached from the group. The string of prayer beads on his pale wrist stood out starkly.

Xu Wanzhi?

Lin Jing silently repeated the name. Searching through his memories, he was certain he had never met anyone by that name in the first two decades of his life.

Could it have happened in the year of his life he’d lost to the car accident? Still, judging by Xu Wanzhi’s current attitude, any past connection couldn’t have been too deep.

Blondie, who had clearly been bottling up his thoughts, finally found a listener. After all, the other four weren’t talkative, and he didn’t dare approach Xu Wanzhi. Now that Lin Jing was here, Blondie’s floodgates had opened.

“Actually, I’m pretty good at reading faces. The moment I saw you, I felt you’d be easy to get along with. Everyone else seems to have paired up, so how about we team up to get through this? What do you think?”

Lin Jing smiled. “Sounds good.”

Blondie’s eyes lit up. After successfully recruiting an ally, his enthusiasm grew, and he began rambling. “Let me analyze the others for you.”

Lin Jing nodded, but his gaze drifted toward the door, where he froze.

In the distance, he saw an elderly man holding a lantern, slowly making his way toward them.

The old man appeared to have a limp, dragging his right foot as he walked. His hunched figure was so thin it resembled dry wood.

Blondie kept chattering, “First impressions—Sunglasses Guy? Definitely the arrogant type with a bad temper. He looks down on us. The chubby guy? Weak-willed, timid. The two girls? One’s skittish, the other gentle. And Brother Xu? He’s practically got ‘Keep Away’ written on his face. Like a walking god of death.”

The old man finally arrived at the door.

His face was heavily wrinkled, with triangular eyes that glinted coldly in the dim light. Holding the lantern, he looked eerily ghost-like.

Lin Jing smirked. Their guide had arrived.

Blondie continued, “And about the chief—honestly, even if he hadn’t acted so brutal at first, I’d still be scared of him. I read this book about facial analysis once. It said men with natural scars, especially on their foreheads, usually carry a fierce aura. It means they’re extremely hot-tempered. Say the wrong thing, and you could end up with a knife to your head.”

Blondie shook his head, sighing dramatically. “The chief—scarred men are always bad news.”

When Lin Jing didn’t respond, Blondie nudged his arm. “Hey, are you even listening to me?”

Lin Jing replied absentmindedly, “Yeah, yeah, I’m listening.”

“Oh yeah? Then what did I just say? Did you catch it?”

“Clear as day. The chief has eight men, and they’re all bad news.”

“….?!”

You didn’t catch a thing!

Blondie turned away in frustration, unwilling to waste more words.

Lin Jing blinked, confused. “Wait, what? Did I say something wrong?”

Their banter was cut short as the village chief extinguished his lantern and limped into the room.

Under the dim light, the group finally saw him clearly. The old man was gaunt, his skin yellowish and his lips cracked. His tattered coat looked like it hadn’t been changed in years.

“Is everyone here?” His voice was raspy and weak.

All eyes immediately turned to him.

The chief continued, “Seven in total, right? Take them with you. I’m nearly done here, just need to finish the last…” He picked up Lin Jing’s registration form, glanced at it, and froze mid-sentence.

For a brief moment, Lin Jing thought the scar on the chief’s forehead seemed even more menacing. Then, the chief forced a stiff smile.

Lin Jing returned the grin—what’s a little compassion for humanity? Stay humble.

The village chief nodded and said in a chilling tone, “Follow me.”

The station chief waved them off impatiently. “Go, go. All of you, leave with him.”

Finally, they were leaving. The group secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Sitting there too long felt suffocating, like the scent of blood and brains was constantly in the air.

The group of four led by Sunglasses Guy stuck close together, following the village chief.

“Should we wake him up?” Lin Jing gestured toward Xu Wanzhi.

The other four clearly had no intention of intervening. Would they really just leave their teammate sleeping here alone?

Blondie gulped. Having already been scared once by Xu Wanzhi, he quickly pushed Lin Jing forward. “I called him earlier, so now it’s your turn.”

Lin Jing didn’t mind. “Alright.”

He walked over to the window, leaned down, and gently patted Xu Wanzhi on the shoulder. “Hey, buddy, wake up. Time to go.”

His voice naturally carried a soft, cheerful warmth.

The bigshot seemed to be a light sleeper. Without fully waking, his fingers twitched slightly as he murmured hoarsely, “Where to this time?” His tone was calm yet unusually gentle, as if speaking to someone very familiar.

Lin Jing: “???” He wasn’t the only one stunned.

The bigshot’s eyes shot open, his dark gaze deep and inscrutable. He silently stared at Lin Jing.

Blondie stammered, “D-do you two know each other?”

Lin Jing also wanted to ask that.

But Xu Wanzhi, now fully awake, seemed unwilling to answer. He calmly shifted his gaze, lightly touched the prayer bead on his wrist, and politely said, “Thank you.”

Lin Jing was momentarily taken aback but replied, “You’re welcome.”