Whole School Transmigrated: I Have 3 Daily Intel

Chapter 29: Chapter 27: Shocking the School, Reactions from All Sides

Brother Qiang’s face was filled with melancholy. In the past, with so many brothers, they could even stand up to the Student Council.

Now, a third of them had died in one fell swoop. The days ahead would be hard.

Just then, a member came up to comfort him. "Don’t be sad, Brother Qiang. You still have us."

The others chimed in one after another.

"Exactly! Why else would we build ourselves up like this? Isn’t it to look tough?"

"As long as Brother Qiang is around, our club will never fall!"

"Brother Qiang, all the brothers are still here. Pull yourself together..."

Seeing all the club members place so much trust in him, Brother Qiang was deeply moved.

His stable position as club leader wasn’t just because he controlled the protein powder. More importantly, he was the one who paid for all of it out of his own pocket.

From start to finish, he never let his brothers pay a single cent.

Otherwise, how could a group of poor university students afford so many supplements to get this ripped?

One man bankrolling a whole group’s gains—it was a debt of gratitude that anyone in their circle would understand.

The members of the Lifting Club all knew that aside from being heavily influenced by old gangster movies and a love for that whole code-of-brotherhood schtick, Brother Qiang was an absolutely solid guy.

Everyone respected him for it.

After all, without him, how could any of them have afforded to get so huge?

University students in their early twenties were at an age where they valued that kind of loyalty above all else.

Under Brother Qiang’s influence, they placed immense importance on the words "loyalty" and "brotherhood"...

Soothed by the reassurances of his muscle-bound men, Brother Qiang was just about to pull himself together when one member had a brain fart and blurted out:

"Brother Qiang, look on the bright side. With seven fewer people to share the protein powder, we’ll be able to get even bigger."

"Huh?" Brother Qiang’s expression changed instantly. "Damn it, did all your gains go to your head? Have you forgotten the rules you swore to when you joined this club?"

"Ah, n-no, I haven’t."

The member was stunned. He was just about to explain that’s not what he meant, but Brother Qiang had already stood up, his face grim.

"Do you love your brothers, or do you love protein powder?"

"I love... my brothers."

"Do you love your brothers, or do you love protein powder?"

"I love my brothers!"

"Good. Since you love your brothers, that proves you haven’t forgotten the rules. Go accept your punishment: twenty sets of bench presses. You don’t get any protein powder until you’re done!"

"Yes... Brother Qiang."

Brother Qiang turned his head and gazed out the window, the rims of his eyes a little red.

’I never should have sent them to the river to find food,’ he thought. ’This was my failure as a leader.’

"Those seven brothers... they won’t be able to have my protein powder anymore. Tomorrow, take a tub down to the river and sprinkle some for them..."

...

The Gymnasium.

The place had been completely taken over by the Fighting Club. No outsiders were allowed in.

Inside the massive venue were countless low-level structures: patches of farmland, fish ponds, puddles, and fences.

These were all from the Building Cards the club members had received from their daily settlements over the last few days, and they had all been used here.

They had converted the second floor of the gymnasium into living quarters, and all the members had moved in.

More than fifty young men were gathered in the largest room.

Among them was a familiar face who had once lived on the sixth floor with Chen Chong: Zhang Meng, along with his two Huang Mao buddies.

Seated at the head of the group was the leader of the Fighting Club, Fan Kai.

He was also the most skilled martial artist in the entire club.

"You’re saying... that besides the Giant Catfish, a crimson Blood Python and a Giant Eagle also appeared by the river?"

Fan Kai’s deep voice rang out. His hands were still in wraps from training, a clear sign that he had just finished a light sparring session.

The member sitting opposite him nodded, his face still holding a trace of lingering terror.

"Yes, Boss. Nearly a hundred people must have died in that incident. I was lucky I ran fast, or I would have ended up like Ah Fa and Xiaoli..."

The Fighting Club had also lost people during the appearance of the Giant Eagle and Blood Python.

It was only two people—not as many as the Fishing Club or the Lifting Club had lost—but it was enough to cast a pall over the other members.

After all, these were guys they trained with every day. To suddenly lose two of them like that... it would be a lie to say they weren’t heartbroken.

Zhang Meng’s eyes were red and wet, and his fists were clenched so tightly they audibly strained as he fought to suppress his grief and fury.

The reason was simple: one of the dead had been his roommate and his best friend.

An atmosphere of grief and fear had settled over every member of the Fighting Club.

The room was dead silent, the atmosphere exceptionally grim.

But at that very moment, Fan Kai, the club’s leader, began to slowly clap.

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

All eyes turned to him.

"The Giant Catfish, the Blood Python, the Giant Eagle, and the Cards we get every day... This world is even more magnificent than I ever imagined."

"Perhaps only in a world like this can I truly act on my innermost desires. This transmigration... it’s a wonderful thing."

Many of the members looked bewildered. They didn’t understand why their leader was saying such things.

Everyone else felt nothing but fear of the transmigration and uncertainty about the future, yet he thought it was... a good thing?

Perhaps sensing their bewildered gazes, Fan Kai smiled.

"The old world was a sham. Too many resources were held by the incompetent. They could have luxury cars, mansions, beautiful women, and high status without lifting a finger."

"Meanwhile, capable people like us were stuck at the bottom, forced to claw our way up inch by inch. We even had to..."

"...risk our lives, fighting like beasts in an arena just to satisfy their curiosity."

"This new world is perfect. Everything is starting over. With these Cards and our own abilities, we can create a better world."

"A world where only the strong control everything!"

Everyone was stunned by Fan Kai’s speech.

’Our leader... actually thinks like that?’

One member hesitated for a moment before speaking up tentatively, "But... two of our brothers were killed..."

Fan Kai cut him off without a hint of politeness.

"Then that just proves they were weak! They couldn’t adapt to this new world. The ones who get eliminated are trash. The ones who survive are the strong!"

If Fan Kai’s previous words had shocked the members, his current words made them feel he was... radical.

It was true that the weak who couldn’t adapt would be culled, but that logic didn’t apply here. This was a bloody incident, an accident.

Besides, the ones who died were their own brothers from the club...

The club members had always seen Fan Kai as a strict leader who relentlessly pursued strength, a man driven to become stronger through insane training.

Before, they had thought he simply had a strong admiration for power, but now...

Many of them now thought to themselves that their leader’s mental state wasn’t quite normal. It was a little... twisted.

But no one dared to voice this thought. For a long time, the image of Fan Kai they held in their hearts had always inspired a certain amount of fear.

In a corner, Zhang Meng’s eyes grew wide. He clenched his fists even tighter, his breathing growing heavy.

’My best friend... just got called useless trash by our leader?’

’Is this really the same leader I’ve trusted all this time?’

’If one day, other brothers—or even me—were to die in an accident...’

’...would he think I was just trash, too?’

’Or maybe, in his eyes, none of us were ever his brothers. Were we all just tools for him to use?’

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