The Super God Universe is a world with numerous civilizations and races.

The various forces are far from peaceful, and conspiracies are brewing.

Kevin Clark, who possesses psychic transmission abilities, is recruited into the Earth branch of the Super God Academy.

A series of hilarious events unfolds...

Chapter One: Super God Academy

"Strictly speaking, I belong to this world, but at the same time, I don't belong to this world."

In a remote mountain area, a man in a black trench coat stands atop the treetop of a mountain.

"My name is Kevin Clark, 'Lü' with two mouths, 'Xiao' as in small, and 'Qi' as in the morning star."

Below the mountain lies a campus city, nestled by the mountains and water. In late autumn, the hills are covered with withered yellow leaves, bathed in the blood-red hue of dusk. The river reflects the sunset clouds in the west, making for a beautiful scene.

"I'm nineteen this year, male, single, 1.82 meters tall, weight... how much was it again? Anyway, I haven't weighed myself recently."

Kevin Clark turns to look the other way.

There lies a continuous mountain range, which, compared to the scenery behind him, looks as desolate as the primordial wilderness. The encroaching darkness of night swallows all color, making the mountains seem bottomless.

"The place I'm in is a school called Super God Academy. I heard it's a bunch of so-called omnipotent gods, or something like that. Anyway, I've never seen anyone in the school who looks like a god. There's only one crazy girl who calls herself a goddess every day, a bunch of weird aliens with abnormal brains and colorful skin, and those... young but energetic... classmates?"

The setting sun completely disappears behind the mountains, and the lights of the campus city come on.

The campus city, covering about a hundred thousand square meters, is not much smaller than some small towns. It has complete facilities, but far fewer people than a town.

"Compared to those guys who call themselves gods, I think I'm the real god. For example... I freaking know that I'm in an anime... no, a novel!"

One moment, Kevin Clark is standing on the mountaintop in the cold wind; the next, he appears in a classroom, sitting precisely at his own desk.

This isn't just a simple scene cut—it's Kevin Clark using his ability for psychic transmission.

"Qi-ye, where did you go just now?"

"None of your business."

"Don't say that. After all, we're the four recognized jokers of the school."

"Tsk tsk!"

Kevin Clark glances at someone who is obviously Pan Kang Nai Xue.

This guy is Brian Carter, an unemployed loafer who graduated from a third-rate university. He spends his days either gaming at home or sleeping. Rumor has it he's one of the three major projects of Super God Academy, something called the Power of the Galaxy, and was specially recruited into the Academy.

"Xin-ye, Qi-ye doesn't fit in!" Brian Carter pats the guy sitting in front of him: "Let's not bring him tonight, okay?"

Xin-ye, full name Eric Bennett, used to be a street punk in the Xianggang Special District. Super God Academy found him and told him he was the Spear of Denon. This guy, having read too many Hong Kong comics, believed it right away and happily followed them to the Academy.

"Bring him!" says a man with a stubbly face and dark skin, looking sleazy. "How could we not bring Qi-ye to a mixer with girls!"

This guy is John Harris, rumored to be some kind of prince, but in reality, he's a good young man who grew up farming in the mountains. He looks honest and decent, but is actually full of cunning.

"If we don't bring Qi-ye, who's going to buy roast goose from North Star, char siu from the port district, foie gras from Bali, caviar from Moscow, rum from New York..." Eric Bennett smacks his lips: "You gonna buy it?"

Kevin Clark wonders how unlucky he must be to end up sharing a dorm with these three Pan Kang Zhi Lai Jiao.

Ever since Kevin Clark was discovered by them to be able to instantly reach any place, he's been used by these Pan Ke Ou Jian Bei Shan Si He Juan...

"A mixer?" Kevin Clark is momentarily stunned, swallowing his saliva: "A mixer with who?"

Eric Bennett is the first to exclaim "Hey!" with a lecherous grin: "Who else? It's Megan, Lillian, Emily, Grace... and Big Grace!"

Kevin Clark's face falls: "I can understand the first four, but why bring the crazy goddess?"

As soon as he finishes speaking, a pair of slender jade hands lands on Kevin Clark's shoulder.

"Got a problem?" With long straight coffee-colored hair, dressed in a black trench coat, wearing tall black leather boots, and seemingly high-end sheer stockings? She twitches the corner of her eye and asks, "Any problem?"

The so-called four jokers all sit up straight, pick up their books—upside down, no less—pretending to study hard.

"Nope!" Kevin Clark's face is plastered with a fake, radiant smile: "Isn't it just roast goose from North Star, char siu from the port district, foie gras from Bali, caviar from Moscow, rum from New York? Whatever Big Grace wants to eat, it's totally No problem!"