The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Xu Feng looked at the Indian camp again and almost cried out in fear.

Giant Lizard Warriors, Teddy Warriors, Heifer Warriors, and Toothless Snake Warriors all gathered together.

The Indian guy in the lead seemed to have a strong curry smell.

Ye Ningyun, her expression grave, pointed at the Indian man with the strong smell of curry and exclaimed:

"That's... the Ganges Infected, what's he doing here?"

Xu Feng was also taken aback; it wasn't a friend.

So what I watched was a fantasy movie made by an Indian, depicting Ganges infected battling Fukushima mutants.

It's not an abstract film, but a documentary?

Xu Feng looked towards the direction of the United States, and heard its voice before he even saw it:

"Oh~ Stand still, good boy/girl ♂~"

"Turn forward~"

"FAQ~"

"Boy next door!"

On the other side, the United States was a gathering of heroes, with Billy the King, the Bulgarian Demon King, and Banana Man all coming together, creating a philosophical atmosphere.

No wonder the Beacon Kingdom wasn't jumping around as much this time; it turns out they had three human emperors keeping them in check.

Xu Feng then looked at his own camp, where he saw Hesitant Guy, Show-off Guy, and even Kun Guy in overalls, as well as a whole bunch of dubious chosen ones.

Xu Feng was speechless. This national war was the time when certain types of people shone brightly in the dungeon.

That's interesting, is it one person supporting a hundred?

Let's just fix him up!

A true master would never come up and immediately start mocking someone.

At least for now, it seems that no one from the small country, India, or the United States has stood up to mock China; they have all behaved very well.

While Xu Feng was still speechless at the sight of his own camp's Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick.

Qin Yu had already stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the Sakura Empire, the Ganges camp, and the Lighthouse Nation, and said in a deep voice:

"In a nation-wide war instance, infighting is certain death. Why don't you all put aside your differences and join forces to break the curse of this instance first? Let's see who can best utilize their divine artifacts!"

On the Sakura Empire's side, the captain, Hikawa Okamoto, raised his chin and swept his arrogant gaze over Qin Yu.

His face was full of disdain, but he also knew that the current situation was tricky, so he gave a cold snort as an agreement:

"I'll listen to you for now. If you dare to try anything funny, my sword-drawing slash is no joke."

Not far away, the Fukushima shrine maiden, Shirakami Yukihime, had a cold face, clearly not on good terms with Hikawa Okamoto, but she only pursed her lips and nodded, temporarily setting aside her inner strife.

Mohanlar, the infected man from the Ganges, took a half step forward, and the smell of curry around him seemed to intensify. The four warriors behind him, including the giant lizard and Teddy, remained motionless.

He waved his hand, his voice thick with a nasal tone, and readily agreed:

"Cooperation is fine, but once it's done, we can't be left out of Mother Ganges' bounty."

The Indians took it for granted that the copy was a gift from Mother Ganges.

There's no way around it; the local specialties in the dungeon are just too good for Third Brother!

On the other side of the United States, Luigi walked out slowly. The young man was tall and straight, with gentle and friendly eyes.

He walked past the three philosophical emperors with their imposing auras behind him, heading straight for Qin Yu with a gentle smile on his face, and extended his hand to shake hands:

"It's a pleasure to work with the captain of China."

Qin Yu frowned, looked at the outstretched hand, and turned away with a look of disgust that was almost overflowing.

Luigi's hand froze in mid-air, but he wasn't embarrassed. He just smiled, withdrew his hand, shrugged, and didn't say anything more.

Xu Feng was a little stunned as he watched from the side. Why did Luigi look so familiar?

After a moment of stunned silence, he suddenly realized, "Isn't this the number one Graves player on the North American server?"

That ruthless young man who shot and killed the CEO of an insurance company because he was dissatisfied with the US healthcare system, and who is suspected of having communist ideals!

He thought to himself, "So not all the lighthouse keepers are bad; there's actually one who's reasonable."

Seeing that the major camps had all agreed to cooperate, Qin Yu's gaze swept over the surrounding small countries.

Those small countries, already lacking confidence, naturally echoed the call of the major powers, daring not to utter a single dissent, when they saw the major powers joining forces.

After all, everyone knows that the optimal solution in this national war instance is never to kill each other; fighting to the death will only maximize losses.

Only by joining forces to break the deadlock can we maximize our benefits.

The idea of ​​plundering the fortunes of other nations is nothing but a foolish path to self-destruction in the face of a dungeon.

For a time, the various factions with their own ulterior motives formed a temporary cooperative alliance, but the air was thick with a subtle atmosphere of mutual ulterior motives.

Qin Yu said in a deep voice:

"The universal prophet skill in the nation war instance can only be used once by the entire faction. Once someone triggers it, everyone else's prophecy skill will be rendered useless."

He glanced at the crowd and asked:

"Anyone in the team with the Prophet talent, step forward and test the most likely death rule to be triggered."

"Young Master Qin, I'll do it!"

One of the goddess's chosen ones immediately responded, raising her hand to activate her prophecy skill. A faint light flashed, and she spoke:

"The easiest way to trigger a death trap is by answering questions."

"Answer questions?" Ye Ningyun stroked her chin, frowning, full of doubt. "Does answering incorrectly mean elimination?"

All eyes turned to the city gate of the Chongdao Temple. Two samurai stood on either side, holding samurai swords, guarding the only entrance like gatekeepers. It was clear that anyone who wanted to enter the city had to get past them first.

This first death trap is clearly designed to take lives to find a way to survive.

Shirakami Yukihime's cherry lips moved slightly, and her clear, melodious Japanese voice rang out:

"I guess we have to answer the samurai's questions before we can enter the city."

In the instance, even if the chosen ones have different voices, they can automatically understand each other's voices and texts.

This is a basic skill that every Chosen One possesses. Once you become a Chosen One, you automatically acquire this basic skill, which is not actually a skill.

Just in case some people don't know, I'm mentioning it here.

Qin Yu's gaze fell on the pure and beautiful face of the White Goddess Xue Ji, and his heart couldn't help but flutter.

What a wonderful thing it would be to kiss such a beautiful girl and share the joys of love.

He suppressed his thoughts and nodded in agreement with feigned elegance:

"Miss Yukihime is absolutely right. The solution to this challenge is very simple: just use human lives to fill in the correct answer."

"As usual, the countries are determined by drawing lots, and whoever draws the lot is responsible for sending someone forward to answer the questions."

This time, the lottery drew the name of the Divine Land, a small country with only two people, both of whom are false chosen ones.

The pseudo-chosen one, with a bitter face, reluctantly stepped forward.

Although it is a pseudo-human with extremely strong vitality, it will still die if it triggers some powerful death rules.

It glanced back with a hint of resentment, and when it saw the boy in the black suit, a sense of horror immediately welled up in its heart.

What's wrong with this guy?

It's just a human being, yet it gives me a terrifying feeling of facing a natural enemy.

How could such simple ingredients be so terrifying?

The pseudo-chosen one shook his head, stopped thinking wildly, and stepped forward. As a chosen one, triggering the death rule didn't necessarily mean he would die.

It stepped forward, and two warriors stood blocking its path at the entrance of the city of Suidaoji.

The cherry blossom pattern on the scabbard gleamed with a chilling light, and the voice of the samurai on the left was hoarse, like the friction of rotten wood:

"The cherry blossoms fall in three colors: pink for the first offering, black for the birth of evil spirits, and red for the knife offering."

"The first sacrifice a thousand years ago, the blood dripping from the maiden, what color did it stain the cherry blossoms?"