# 160
**Chapter 160 – Being Rich is Really Nice**
In his sleep, Baili Pangpang’s soul slowly opened his eyes.
“Haaa～～～yawn～～～”
He stretched lazily, smacked his lips, and in a half-awake daze, muttered in confusion:
“Why is today’s sleep so comfy… Didn’t the instructor blow the whistle?
Hmm?
Where is this?”
Fully awake now, he looked at his soul stuck to a spiderweb, then at the struggling souls of other recruits around him. Deep confusion filled his eyes…
What the hell?
How did I end up here?
He scratched his head. Even if he was slow on the uptake, he now realized something was very wrong.
“A mental trap?” Baili Pangpang muttered, then shook his head. “No, if it were, the [Firewall] should’ve auto-resisted. This isn’t an offensive mental trap. This is…”
He tugged hard—his hand couldn’t break free from the web. Floating mid-air, he could clearly see recruits moving about the camp below, but none of them seemed able to see him.
“A Forbidden Ruin that can separate the soul?” Baili Pangpang said in surprise. “Rare stuff… Whatever, I’ll bail first.”
He channeled all his mental energy into a black ring on his right index finger. Though he was in soul form and his clothes were just projected illusions—items like [Unrestrained Space] naturally didn’t appear—this ring seemed fused to his soul, unaffected.
“If I’m a soul, this should work.” He grunted. A black light-blade sprouted from his fingertip. “Relic: [Soul-Severing Blade].”
With a flick, the black blade sliced the web binding him. His soul drifted down, only to be yanked by a strong pull toward his physical body…
At the same time, the spider-boy napping on a warehouse web shrieked:
“Ow-ow-ow-ow! Who’s that?! I just wanted a quiet nap—why hit me?”
He sat up pitifully, red pupils flaring as he watched Baili Pangpang’s soul return and saw a corner of his web severed.
“I’m doomed—this fatty can hurt my [Soul-Weave]… What do I do…”
Frowning on his silk bed, he thought hard, then shook his head in resignation.
“Forget it, whatever. Back to sleep!”
He huffed and lay down again, eyes closing in comfort…
…
Dormitory building.
Like a dead pig in bed, Baili Pangpang snorted and blinked awake.
Staring at the ceiling for seconds, he bolted upright. “Holy crap, a monster!”
He glanced at Lin Qiye’s bunk—empty—checked his Rolex, slipped on flip-flops, and clattered outside.
The moment he shoved the door open he met Shen Qingzhu returning from the canteen.
Shen Qingzhu froze, mouth dropping. “You—how are you…?”
Baili Pangpang looked around. “What happened?”
Instead of answering, Shen Qingzhu checked a few dorms, confirming the others still slept, then stared at Baili Pangpang in amazement.
“Here’s the story…”
He gave a quick recap. Baili Pangpang nodded thoughtfully.
“No wonder. Looks like everyone else is stuck like I was—souls glued to that giant web…”
“How are they?” Shen Qingzhu asked urgently.
“Fine, just trapped. I can save them.” Baili Pangpang shrugged.
“You can?” Shen Qingzhu brightened. “For real?”
“Would I lie?”
“How?”
“I’ve got my ways.” He flashed a smug grin and pulled out a monocle, parking it on his nose.
The instant it settled, he saw translucent threads laced above, forming an immense net over the whole camp. He’d used this relic against [Mask Squad]—Forbidden Ruin Sequence 315, [Eye of True Sight]; with it, nothing visible or invisible could hide, souls included.
“That many…” he muttered. The [Yaoguang] pendant at his chest burst into golden light, shaping a huge sword-shadow that lifted him on the wind.
Shen Qingzhu gaped at the soaring silhouette—almost celestial…
“Damn, being rich is really nice!”
Standing on [Yaoguang], monocle gleaming, [Soul-Severing Blade] in hand, Baili Pangpang hovered mid-air, breeze fluttering his clothes, otherworldly aura swirling.
A confident smile curved his lips.
The black flash of [Soul-Severing Blade] slashed a thread; it snapped, the stuck soul dropping back into its body.
Yaoguang’s sword-shadow whisked him through the air; black light flickered again and again, the invisible web collapsing at speed…
“AAAAHHHH!!”
In the warehouse the spider-boy jerked awake, clutching his head and rolling on his silk bed.
“That fatty—he’s cutting my threads!
Owowow… I give up! Take your souls back!
Retract!”
He stretched a hand toward the sky; threads throughout the camp rushed back into his palm, the trapped souls falling home.
Baili Pangpang, blade poised, watched the threads vanish and stopped.
“Hmph, knew my power, huh?” He flicked the blade back into his ring, hands on hips, grinning proudly.
Moments later his smile faded, expression turning serious.
He adjusted the monocle and murmured:
“So you’re hiding there…”