MTL - Two-dimensional Seeding System - Chapter 143

[I was reincarnated as an F-class Hunter.

…it’s a problem because they don’t treat me that way.]

Reincarnated into his college days. Zhou Yuwen knew the importance of a persona. In this life, Zhou Yuwen’s labels were aloof, mature, and exceptionally talented! “I’m quite traditional, I believe that if you’re in a relationship, you need to be responsible, so one must be extremely cautious about dating.” “Zhou Yuwen, let’s get remarried!” “Damn it! Are you poisoned or something? I haven’t even been married before!” “Stop talking nonsense! We were married in our last life!” “That was in the past life!” “Remarry!” “Go away! I have a girlfriend!” He fled, she chased! He couldn’t escape, even if he had wings!

A million years ago, he had traversed the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, braving countless mysterious Life Prohibition Zones, in search of a way to resurrect that foolish woman, but inadvertently learned one earth-shattering secret after another. Thereafter, he went through nine cycles of reincarnation, strategizing over the world, casting his net across the heavens, with the Myriad Realms as his board! In this life, he had returned from reincarnation, his Qi engulfing mountains and rivers, “It’s time to close the net...”

Crimson Vale Academy—where reputation is currency, and failure is a stain you wear on your sleeve.Behind gothic walls and spotless uniforms, students aren't just educated—they're measured, ranked, and pitted against each other in a brutal meritocracy. Privileges are earned, not given. The strong rise. The weak vanish.Enter Kairon Vale, a transfer student marked Rank D—the bottom of the bottom. No badge. Just a stitched black fang, branding him as “Obsidian”—a warning to others.In a system where points dictate your value, Obsidian-ranked students claw for every opportunity to ascend into the prestigious Golden or Platinum ranks—where comfort, power, and influence await. But for most, it’s a losing battle.Yet Kairon isn’t here to fit in, impress, or play by their rules. Cold, calculating, and impossible to read, he watches the system… and waits. Because while the academy judges worth by numbers and names—he understands something deeper:Everyone wears a mask. And every mask can be cracked.Let the games begin.