Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 349 Please enter the urn
“Don’t drag me down to your level! Psychopaths always drive others crazy and then defeat them, because they’re experienced in the field of psychopaths,” Angers growled in a low voice.

"Don't worry, don't worry, there's something even worse..." the vice principal said gently.

The elevator takes you along the cable car into a spacious cave.

"My garden..."

Angers was almost groaning.

“Just consider it burning stubble…” the vice principal said. “You’re lucky you came now. I rushed here this morning, and it was full of thick smoke. I had to wear a gas mask.”

"My pyramid!"

Angers' eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets, and they were bloodshot.

The black conglomerate pyramid had stood in the dense forests of the Americas for thousands of years, with rainwater only eroding its surface and edges, demonstrating its sturdiness. But now, a huge crack has split the top of the pyramid apart, exposing the core made of sandstone.

It's hard to imagine what kind of impact could cause such an effect, but one can imagine how powerful it was, collapsing a small part of the tower and scattering black conglomerate around it, making it very difficult to put back together.

Angers sat upright, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

The power suddenly went out.

The vice principal calmly dusted off his hands; the safety rope had left deep marks on his thick waist.

"We have to climb down the road ahead."

Angers paused, then his face turned ashen. The intruders' target was undoubtedly the Well of Oblivion—the place into which Kassel College had poured countless funds and effort. Although they were still quite a distance from the well's mouth, the aura of destruction permeating the air was already chilling.

The vice principal shrugged, and the safety rope swayed slightly with his movements.

"You'll know when you go there."

So, the two old men, whose combined age was nearly three hundred, clumsily tied on safety ropes with the help of a staff member from the school's public relations department and slowly descended the rock face. Gravel occasionally rolled down beneath their feet, its echoes reverberating long in the darkness.

When his feet finally touched solid ground, Angers was stunned.

Below was a complete ruin; the once meticulously constructed laboratory was gone, leaving only devastation. A huge, menacing chasm gaped open, its depths unfathomable, as if leading straight to hell.

The vice principal pointed to the black hole, speaking calmly:
"That's right, that's your Well of Annihilation. Or rather, there's nothing in the academy that has that name anymore."

He paused, then slowly added under Angers' murderous gaze:

"The good news is that those collections are still there."

Just as Angers was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he heard the vice principal continue:
"The bad news is that the Dragon Cross has been stolen."

Angers' breath suddenly stopped. For a few seconds, he stood frozen in place as if petrified, only his aged eyes churning with turbulent emotions.

"Can you say that again?"

His voice was terribly hoarse.

The vice-principal, unusually, abandoned his nonchalant expression and pointed to a certain spot in the abyss:

"This is the world's second largest alchemical facility powered by mercury solution. I poured at least 1200 tons of mercury solution into it, but it seems that some intense heat evaporated it all."

To instantly destroy the alchemical domain I set up, one would need strength approaching that of the first generation.

There were probably two dragons fighting here last night.

“Dragons have awakened, and more than one at that, with abilities approaching those of the first-generation species. They are fighting here for control of the Dragonbone Cross,”

Angers' voice was deep.

"More than one king has awakened, and the Dragon Bone Cross has been taken away."

The vice principal continued in a rare serious tone, his face full of worry, "What's worse is that a major battle is imminent, yet we are not united. Those guys on the board of directors will definitely seize this opportunity and do everything they can to bring you down."

Angers slowly raised his head, the faint light shining through the cave ceiling flowing through his silver hair.

He suddenly chuckled softly, a sound that seemed particularly jarring amidst the ruins. "Has the matter been reported?"

He asked in a calm voice, as if he were discussing a catastrophe that could overturn the world of mixed-race people.

Not yet, but...

The vice principal hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but then stopped.

"It's impossible to hide it."

Angers interrupted him, reaching into his suit pocket to take out a cigarette case and expertly flicking out one. "In that case, why don't we take the initiative?"

He lit a cigar, the orange flame flickering in the darkness.

"Notify the Board of Trustees that I need to convene an emergency meeting."

Angers exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze piercing through the swirling smoke. "Tell them that Kassel College has suffered the most serious security incident in its history, and Principal Angers is largely to blame."

The vice principal was stunned: "Are you crazy? Isn't this just walking into a trap?"

"Throw yourself into a trap?"

Ange's lips curled into a cold smile. "No, this is a trap."
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When Chu Zihang pushed open the door to Lu Mingfei's dormitory, the aroma of food that wafted towards him made him pause slightly.

Lu Mingfei is eating.

The word "eating" is the most accurate description.

Lu Mingfei was sitting amidst a mountain of lunchboxes, intently tearing apart a roast chicken.

His movements carried a primal urgency, as if he were not enjoying a meal, but completing some kind of task necessary for survival.

Pizza boxes, empty pasta bags, and several nearly empty Munich sausage containers were scattered on the table.

"Senior brother is here."

Lu Mingfei gave a mumbled greeting, swallowed the meat in his mouth with difficulty, and then picked up a piece of bread.

Chu Zihang silently closed the door, his gaze sweeping over the astonishing food remains on the table.

The Lu Mingfei before me is more like a machine that needs refueling.

Lu Mingfei gave him a brief greeting and swallowed the food in his mouth.

In this world, he has neither the blessings of the Golden Tree nor the strange characteristics of the Faded Ones.

According to the information provided by Lu Mingze, the body here is his true form, while the body in the other world is more like a substance created by the soul using various characteristics.

All the changes at the boundary will be projected onto the body in this world, and once the body dies here, it will die there as well.

Because he has only one soul.

Lu Mingfei took another big bite of bread, feeling the food being converted into energy in his body.

He needs a lot of energy to metabolize and accelerate wound healing. The wound covered by the sterile dressing under his sleeve is itchy, which is because the tissue is regenerating rapidly.

"last night……"

Chu Zihang had just opened his mouth when Lu Mingfei shoved a grilled sausage into his hand.

"Senior brother, would you like some too?" Lu Mingfei's mouth was stuffed full. "The logistics department is being particularly generous today, saying they'll ensure the wounded soldiers get the nutrition they need."

Chu Zihang didn't answer, but just looked at him quietly.

Lu Mingfei put down the sausage and sighed.

He knew that Chu Zihang was worried about him.

(End of this chapter)