The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Just then, several young shrine maidens noticed Shirakami Yukihime.

They curiously gathered around, tilting their little faces up and staring at the older sister dressed in formal shrine maiden attire with their big, round eyes.

"Wow, this lady is so pretty!" a little shrine maiden with pigtails said timidly, her little hand unconsciously tugging at the hem of Shirogane Yukihime's skirt.

Another, bolder little girl stood on tiptoe, pointing at the hair ornament on Shirogane Yukihime's head, her eyes sparkling:

"Your headdress is so pretty, is it made of cherry wood?"

Shirakami Yukihime crouched down, looking the little shrine maidens in the eye.

Her fingertips gently brushed the stray hairs on a little girl's forehead, a tender smile spreading across her face, her voice as soft as a spring breeze:

"Yes, it's made of cherry blossom wood, and your shrine maiden outfits are adorable!"

A little witch with her hair in a bun answered happily:

"Hehe, we must learn the shrine maiden's etiquette well so that we can win the favor of the sacred cherry tree."

"Sister, are you also here to serve the sacred cherry tree?"

Another little girl held Shirakami Yukihime's hand, her voice full of anticipation.

Shirakami Yukihime smiled and shook her head, but her fingertips tightened slightly without her noticing.

She looked at the children's innocent faces and their longing for the Divine Cherry Tree, as if being chosen by the Divine Cherry Tree was some supreme honor.

These children are so young, they have no idea what they are about to face.

Like Xu Feng, she guessed why there were no adult shrine maidens in the shrine, and a wave of heartache and anger surged in her heart.

She gently patted each little witch's head, her voice still gentle:

"Your sister isn't here to serve the sacred cherry tree. You all need to take good care of yourselves. No matter what happens, remember to protect yourselves."

The little shrine maidens nodded as if they understood, chattering excitedly around the White Goddess Yukihime.

Some shared the pretty pebbles they had found, while others hummed off-key shrine maiden songs, hoping to win praise from the White Goddess Yukihime.

The group continued walking with Imamura Tano. Next to the thick trunk of the sacred cherry tree, a boulder taller than a person caught their attention.

The boulder's surface was smooth, but in its center was stuck an ancient longsword, its blade dark and faintly gleaming with a cold light.

The hilt of the knife is wrapped with dark red cloth strips, which still exude a powerful aura despite the erosion of time.

"This is the most prized treasure of our Chongdaoji City."

Imamura Tano introduced with a smile:

"Legend has it that whoever can pull out this sword possesses the power to cleanse the Divine Cherry Tree of its impurities."

"But don't worry, everyone. The filth of the Divine Cherry Tree was purified by the selfless dedication of a girl a thousand years ago. Now, this sword only has commemorative value."

Xu Feng, Ye Ningyun, Luigi, Shirakami Yukihime, and the others exchanged glances, a hint of shock flashing in their eyes.

A mysterious artifact of destiny!

It's actually a divinely ordained artifact!

At the same time, a look of greed flashed across the faces of Qin Yu, Hikawa Tsunamoto, Mohanlar, and others.

Clearly, they were all determined to obtain this mysterious artifact of destiny.

This level of artifact usually only appears in the later stages of a dungeon or at key moments, but I didn't expect it to appear so early this time.

As if sensing the gazes of the crowd, the ancient longsword on the boulder suddenly glowed with a faint red light, and the dark red cloth wrapped around it moved without wind, fluttering loudly.

An invisible pressure spread out, causing the weaker Chosen Ones to subconsciously take a half step back, their faces turning slightly pale.

This force was not malicious, yet it carried a seductive quality originating from the soul, as if a voice was whispering in everyone's heart:

Pull it out; it belongs to you.

"A divinely ordained artifact... I never expected it to appear in this way."

Qin Yu smoothed the lapel of his white suit, a refined smile playing on his lips, but his eyes betrayed a naked greed.

He glanced at Xu Feng, who was wearing a black suit beside him, and his eyes suddenly turned cold:

"Mr. Xu Feng, who do you think this knife is worthy of?"

Xu Feng remained elegant and composed. With the boost of 17.5 times his physical strength, he was almost unaffected by the pressure of the Heavenly Fate Artifact.

He looked up at Qin Yu, a playful smile playing on his lips, his tone carrying an air of elegance and composure:

"Team Leader Qin's question is interesting. The fate of a magical artifact choosing its master is never up to others."

"Oh?"

Qin Yu raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over Hong Xia and Yu Xi beside Xu Feng. A lewd glint flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and spoke as if conversing with a friend:

"Mr. Xu is quite carefree, but such a treasure should naturally be controlled by someone with ability and status."

"My Qin family of Yanjing has collected countless magical and mysterious artifacts, but we are missing only one of the Heavenly Mandate level. I think this knife is destined to be mine."

"This knife will definitely recognize me as its master!"

Qin Yu seemed to have made up his mind. He looked around and felt that it was inappropriate to rashly suggest drawing the sword. Who knew if it would trigger some kind of curse? It would be better to send someone to test the waters first.

So, he picked a Chinese chosen one who looked just like Benbo Ba and said:

"You...go and try drawing your sword."

"Ah! Me?" The chosen one was clearly surprised; he never dreamed that Qin Yu would send him to draw the sword.

The oppressive aura emanating from that divinely ordained artifact almost made him lose his footing.

Isn't that giving him way too much credit?

Benbo Ba swallowed hard, gritted his teeth, and thought to himself.

Forget it, if I actually pull out the mysterious weapon, I might just rise to great heights!

When the captains of the Sakura faction, Hikawa Tsunamoto, the captain of the Indian faction, Mohanlaar, and the captain of the Lighthouse faction, Luigi, saw the Destiny Artifact, none of them dared to draw their swords rashly.

Everyone was very rational. The artifact of destiny appeared so early, who knows if it has any curse?

They were originally planning to draw lots to decide who would be sent up to try and draw the sword!

As a result, Qin Yu took the initiative to show himself and send people up, which everyone was happy to see.

Benbo Ba stepped forward, looking at the mysterious weapon of destiny, his heart trembled.

He stretched out his hands, trembling, imagining himself as a British strongman, and gripped the hilt of the knife.

He exerted a sudden force, but the blade remained completely still, and nothing happened; the imagined curse and death trap did not materialize.

Benbo Ba's veins bulged as he struggled for a long time, sweating profusely, but the knife remained completely unmoved.

In the end, Benboba had no choice but to give up, panting heavily.

"Young Master Qin, I can't pull out this knife."

Qin Yu glanced coldly at Benbo Ba and said indifferently:

"It's normal that you can't draw your sword, because you're not the chosen one."

Qin Yu spoke with an extremely arrogant and conceited manner, as if he were certain that he was the chosen one.

This arrogance caused even the chosen ones from other countries to frown slightly.