The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Although the dungeon rules allowed mutual killing, Xu Feng thought it over and over again and suppressed the urge to take action.

A thousand chosen ones have gathered here. Who knows if chosen ones from other countries have any strange artifacts similar to the Iron Maiden?

If we act rashly and are outmaneuvered, wouldn't we be caught off guard and suffer a complete disaster?

The two known ways to clear the game, whether it's wiping out all the chosen ones from other countries or breaking the curse of the City of Demon Blade, are both incredibly difficult.

The dangers of the national war instance are far greater than those of the ordinary instance, and it even hides rule-based kills that are hard to guard against.

Xu Feng frowned slightly, lost in deep thought. This national war might not end so easily.

Just then, a burst of sharp, excited screams suddenly erupted beside me.

"My God! It's Qin Yu, the eldest son of the Qin family in Yanjing!"

A goddess contestant in a pink dress covered her mouth, her eyes shining brightly.

"A powerhouse with a thousand points on the Heavenly Ladder! He possesses countless magical artifacts and spirit weapons, and his talent is top-tier. I never expected him to be so handsome in person!"

Another short-haired goddess contestant stomped her foot excitedly, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked at Qin Yu:

"We've got this! This guy is absolutely top-tier! With Young Master Qin here, we've got this nation war instance covered!"

Xu Feng looked up at the sound and saw a young man in a white suit surrounding the crowd.

The well-tailored fabric accentuated his tall and straight figure, yet it also exuded a flamboyant and ostentatious air about him.

He had one arm around each of her breasts, one hand casually resting on the waist of the goddess beside him, while the other hand rested naturally on her snow-white breasts, his fingertips seemingly caressing them.

The goddesses he embraced did not resist; instead, their cheeks flushed and they leaned towards him with adoring eyes.

Even when blatantly groped, they act as if they've received some kind of blessing, their eyebrows beaming with joy, completely unconcerned.

Xu Feng was speechless. It seemed that many of these chosen ones were fakes, meaning they had experienced veterans accompanying them through the process.

The price for accompanying someone in a race ranges from 100,000 to 200,000 yuan.

Most of the "fake" players are led by experienced players, have low dungeon ratings, and limited reward options; that's what makes them "fake."

The chosen ones in the arena are all people who have run the dungeon at least 25 times, but even so, some people are still very bad, and the bad ones are basically from very wealthy families.

They will buy a lot of survival items, so even if they die, they will be safely sent out of the dungeon.

Thinking about this, Xu Feng felt a little numb.

If you die accidentally in a nation war instance, you will immediately lose three resurrection attempts.

The scapegoat scarecrow would be rendered useless.

Which of the chosen ones in the arena hasn't run the dungeon at least twenty-five times?

Even so, there are still quite a few people who are ridiculously good at it, and these fakes are basically from wealthy and powerful families.

Xu Feng frowned slightly, pondering to himself.

It seems this national war instance is about to become a grand spectacle reminiscent of a time when stars shine brightly.

To put it bluntly, it's just a bunch of slackers fawning over a few real big shots.

At this moment, the young man in the white suit slowly raised his hand, and the surrounding noise immediately subsided.

He was none other than Qin Yu, the eldest son of the Qin family in Yanjing. His gaze swept over the chosen ones present, and the smile on his lips deepened, his tone carrying an undeniable certainty:

"I am not very talented, but I currently have the highest ladder points."

"If everyone has no objections, I will take the captaincy of the Chinese camp."

He paused, a hint of arrogance flashing in his eyes, his voice firm and resolute:

"With me here, I will lead the Chinese camp to victory in this national war."

The chosen ones already revered Qin Yu's name as a god, and now that he had volunteered to be the captain, they all echoed his sentiments, their voices rising and falling:

"Qin Shao being chosen as captain is exactly what everyone wants!"

"With Young Master Qin in charge, is this national war even a problem? It's no issue at all!"

"That's right! Young Master Qin is invincible! What kind of dungeon can't he clear? A mere national war dungeon is a piece of cake!"

"Perhaps Young Master Qin can even obtain a Destiny Artifact in this dungeon! That's a growth-type artifact!"

Flattery poured in, and as Qin Yu listened, his smile grew even more smug, and his hand around the goddess's waist became increasingly unrestrained.

Qin Yu's gaze swept across the crowd and landed on Xu Feng, who was wearing a black suit. Xu Feng looked more elegant and poised than Qin Yu.

What he found most unbearable was that this guy was actually more handsome than him, and a hint of displeasure flashed across Qin Yu's face.

The two girls next to this guy were also incredibly hot; compared to the woman he was embracing, they were just ordinary beauties.

That damn guy.

Since I'm the captain, it seems necessary for me to lead this guy to his death.

Meanwhile, in a haunted house, Qin Ming, with dried meat he'd swiped from the deceased's room dangling from his mouth, was piecing together the dismembered body while watching a live broadcast of the national war on a flat-screen TV in the living room.

When he saw Qin Yu, Qin Ming took off his gloves, adjusted his glasses, and murmured:

"My foolish little brother~ This nation war dungeon isn't something you can just brute-force your way through by having a lot of magical artifacts and strange weapons..."

"My foolish little brother is probably going to suffer a great loss~"

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At the same time, Xu Feng noticed Qin Yu's gaze and gave him an elegant, polite smile.

The madman inside him was getting restless.

Upper-class people and the elite class perfectly suited Uncle Mads' tastes.

Seeing Xu Feng respond politely, Qin Yu snorted coldly and ignored him.

Xu Feng scanned the chosen ones from other countries on the field, and to his surprise, the Little Days camp was actually divided into two groups.

It looks like they've had some internal strife.

The group was led by a girl dressed as a shrine maiden, and the person standing next to her looked somewhat familiar.

The captain, dressed as a samurai, pointed at the shrine maiden with a look of disdain and said:

"You disgusting mutants from Fukushima, stay away from us."

Xu Feng carefully looked at the people behind the witch. There were toad-like people covered in bumps, pus-covered people with pus oozing from their faces, and a few people who were just beginning to take on human form.

Apart from the priestess who showed no unusual changes, the rest of them were all disfigured.

In this world, after the Fukushima nuclear disaster in the Sakura Empire.

The Japanese government sealed off the entire Fukushima area, causing severe radiation contamination. Some people survived but mutated.

The Japanese government dispatched troops to seal off Fukushima, preventing anyone inside from leaving.

The people of the Sakura Empire also deeply resent the mutants on Fukushima, believing that these mutants are responsible for the skyrocketing rice prices in the Sakura Empire.

The other children, while cursing and angrily pointing fingers at the masked boy with a black shoulder bag beside the shrine maiden, shouted:

"Tetsunaga, you disgrace to the empire! So what if your family got swindled out of all their money? Is it really worth taking revenge on society?"