Reincarnated as a Mosquito, the School Beauty I Sucked to Tears is a Reborn Empress

A Third-Grade Late Stage Contracted Beast?!

Matched against a Fourth-Grade Early Stage Martial Artist?!

What the hell?! Is the matchmaking system bugged?!

After a brief, dead silence, the spectator stands erupted with deafening roars of laughter.

”HAHAHA! What the heck is this thing? Third-Grade Late Stage? Was the system afraid ’Newbie Seeking Company’ wouldn’t be able to break the record, so it sent him a freebie?”

”I’m dying! This mushroom design is just too ridiculous! Which genius sculpted this thing?!”

”And the Master’s ID is so damn weird! I seriously suspect some dude is just trolling!”

”Hahaha! This guy is definitely here to be a clown!”

In the center of the fighting arena.

The expression on Mu Chen’s face froze.

He stared blankly at the large, pink, and slightly wobbling mushroom across from him, his mind buzzing.

’This... what is this thing?’

’This is the opponent I’m supposed to beat to break the record?’

Hearing the tsunami of laughter that sounded like a roaring mountain, Mu Chen’s face instantly flushed beet-red. An unprecedented wave of shame washed over him.

’It’s over!’

’Breaking the record like this would be a hollow victory!’

’No, this isn’t just a hollow victory, it’s a complete and utter humiliation!’

He could already predict that from this day forward, whenever people mentioned his ID, ”Newbie Seeking Company,” they wouldn’t think of his glorious record of defeating eighteen Top Notch geniuses in a row.

Instead, they would only remember that he had barely managed to break the record by relying on a bizarre, Third-Grade Late Stage mushroom the system matched him with!

He could even imagine the kind of posts that would appear on the school forums—”SHOCKING! Jing University’s Genius, Mu Chen, Fights a Pink Mushroom for Three Hundred Rounds!”

At this thought, Mu Chen’s vision went dark, and he nearly spat blood on the spot.

’To hell with this record!’

He took a deep breath and immediately opened the surrender screen!

’I’m surrendering!’

He couldn’t afford this humiliation!

Meanwhile, Chu Sheng on the other side was also expressionless, feeling a bit numb inside.

’Again?’

’Since I started matchmaking, is this the seventh or eighth opponent?’

’Every single one has surrendered!’

’They were all fucking disgusted into quitting!’

’Damn it! I shouldn’t have made it look like this! How am I supposed to test my strength now?’

’Looks like this opponent is about to surrender too... Ugh, I’m tired of this. Let the world burn.’

But just as Mu Chen was about to confirm his surrender...

A bright red system notification box, pulsing with a warning, suddenly popped up in front of them both!

[Warning! Abnormal consecutive instant surrenders detected in matches involving ”The Only Beast Taming Empress in Ancient and Modern Times’s Contracted Beast”! Suspected malicious farming of win streaks and win rates!]

[To ensure fair competition, the surrender function will be disabled for all subsequent matches involving this Contracted Beast!]

Mu Chen: ”?”

Chu Sheng: ”?”

Mu Chen stared at the pop-up, completely dumbfounded.

’What does that mean?’

’I can’t surrender?’

’Does this mean I have to finish the fight with this mushroom?!’

’System, are you fucking with me?!’

But after a moment of astonishment, Chu Sheng’s pair of compound eyes instantly lit up!

’Hehe! I can fight?’

’Excellent! I can finally test my strength!’

He sized up the nearly petrified Mu Chen with great interest. ’A Fourth-Grade Early Stage Martial Artist... Hiss, the matchmaking rating has already gotten this high?’

’It’s probably because I won so many times in a row, and my opponents almost always surrendered instantly, so the system judged my strength to be too high, huh?’

’Whatever, that’s just what I wanted!’

’I, Lord Mosquito, was looking to take on a Fourth-Grade Early Stage Martial Artist anyway to see where my limits are!’

In the stands, the crowd was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter even more violent than before. It was as if the entire arena was about to be overturned by the sound.

”HAHAHAHAHA! I can’t take it! I’m gonna die laughing! He’s been officially sanctioned by the system!”

”Heaven wants you to fight, so fight you must!”

”System: ’Wanna surrender? No way! Today, you *will* settle the score with this mushroom!’”

Even Han Yue, who had been wearing an icy expression, couldn’t help but let the corners of her mouth curl into a slight arc. She found the scene before her quite amusing.

’This Mu Chen guy has some seriously bad luck. The system is basically forcing him to be humiliated.’