The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

The branches of the sacred cherry tree are like ink-dyed clouds, with countless pink and white petals falling and accumulating in a thin layer on the bluestone slabs of the shrine courtyard.

The boulder stands beside the tree trunk, its half-person-high body smoothed by time, with a dark, cold gleaming long knife stuck diagonally in the center.

The hilt of the knife, wrapped in dark red cloth, swayed gently in the breeze, contrasting with the falling cherry blossoms, exuding an indescribable eeriness and solemnity.

Qin Yu watched as Benbo Ba retreated, panting heavily, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes before he quickly reverted to his refined and composed demeanor.

He raised his hand to straighten the cuffs of his white suit, his fingertips tracing the hidden magical artifact patterns on the lapel, his voice gentle yet carrying an undeniable arrogance:

"Useless is still useless. How could a divinely ordained artifact recognize an ordinary person as its master?"

After saying this, he strode toward the boulder, each step landing on a path paved with flower petals, his posture so elegant that it seemed he was not there to fight for the magical artifact, but to attend a grand banquet.

The eyes of the chosen ones from various countries all focused on him, and Ye Ningyun's eyes held a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

Luigi crossed his arms over his chest, a gentle smile on his face, but he was actually observing the situation in secret.

Shirakami Yukihime stood not far away, the gentleness she had just felt after saying goodbye to the little shrine maidens still lingering, but her gaze towards Qin Yu carried a hint of cold scrutiny.

She secretly created a clone in a secluded corner and infiltrated the group of little witches.

Qin Yu stopped in front of the boulder, looked up at the demonic sword Thousand Souls, and a flash of greed crossed his eyes.

He slowly stretched out his hand, and before his fingertips even touched the hilt of the sword, he had already activated the three core spiritual artifacts on his body.

The jade pendant with the Bagua symbol on his chest suddenly shone with golden light under his white suit, forming a semi-transparent protective shield.

The Soul-Suppressing Bracelet on his wrist emitted a soft buzzing sound, and fine threads of spiritual energy coiled around the blade.

The talisman at his waist moved without wind, emitting a faint sandalwood scent, attempting to dispel the faint evil aura surrounding the blade.

"With these three magical artifacts protecting me, even if the sword contains a curse, I can withstand it to some extent," Qin Yu thought to himself, a confident smile appearing on his face.

He turned to look at Xu Feng, his gaze lingering on Xu Feng's black suit for a moment.

He then glanced at Hongxia and Yuxi, a lewd glint flashing in his eyes, his tone tinged with a hint of smugness:

"Mr. Xu, watch closely, and you'll see what a true chosen one is."

Xu Feng leaned against the shrine railing, looking elegant and composed, with his hands in his suit trouser pockets and a playful smile on his lips.

1. He looked at Qin Yu's pretentious demeanor and said calmly:

"Since Mr. Qin is so confident in himself, then I'll wait and see."

Looking at Xu Feng so close to her, Hongxia's cheeks flushed involuntarily. In her normal personality, she was exceptionally shy, and mustered her courage to whisper:

"Captain Xu, he... he seems very confident."

Her other, more sinister personality let out a cold snort from the depths of her consciousness:

"It's all an act; he can't actually pull out that knife."

Yu tide was dressed in a clean and neat JK uniform, her skirt swaying gently in the breeze, her face still bearing that cold expression, standing on the other side of Xu Feng.

The Tang sword at his waist trembled slightly, as if sensing the aura of the demon sword Thousand Souls and trembling.

Yu tide couldn't help but frown slightly. Was this the Heavenly Mandate Artifact?

It has such a strong suppressive effect on ordinary types of magical artifacts.

Qin Yu stopped wasting words, gripped the hilt of the demon sword Thousand Souls with both hands, and poured all his power into it.

He originally thought that with the help of the three magical artifacts, pulling out the knife would be an easy task.

But just as he exerted his strength, a terrifying evil aura suddenly erupted from the blade!

The malevolent aura was like a ferocious beast that had been dormant for thousands of years suddenly awakening, and jet-black energy surged from the blade.

It instantly pierced through the protective shield of the Bagua jade pendant, severed all the spiritual threads of the Soul-Suppressing Bracelet, and turned the talisman paper to ashes the moment it came into contact with the evil energy.

Qin Yu felt a tremendous force coming from the hilt of the sword, surging wildly into his body along his arm, as if countless steel needles were piercing his meridians. He felt a sharp pain in his chest and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

"Pfft!" Qin Yu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto his pristine white suit like blooming red plum blossoms.

He flew backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily onto the bluestone slab, scattering the cherry blossom petals piled on the ground.

"Young Master Qin!" The chosen ones from the Chinese camp exclaimed and tried to help him up, but Qin Yu stopped them by raising his hand.

Qin Yu struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face as pale as paper, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He couldn't understand why, despite using three protective magical artifacts, he not only failed to subdue the blade but was also injured by its malevolent aura.

"Useless! What a piece of trash!" A rough, grating voice rang out, and Mohanlar from the Indian camp strode out, his face etched with undisguised disdain.

He was tall and dark-skinned, his traditional clothing was stained, and his bare arms were covered with strange runes. The aura of the Ganges infected was overwhelming.

"After all that showmanship, I thought it was going to be amazing, but the blade didn't even tremble before it was sent flying? What a waste of everyone's time!"

Qin Yu's face instantly turned ashen, and he stared intently at Mohanlar.

As the eldest son of the Qin family in Yanjing, with a ladder score of 1000 points, when has he ever suffered such humiliation?

What's more, it happened in front of Xu Feng, which made him feel extremely embarrassed.

"What do you know!" Qin Yu suppressed the surging blood within him and roared, "The evil energy in this blade is too domineering; I merely made a mistake!"

"Mistake? I don't think you're capable at all!"

Mohanlar chuckled, walked to the boulder, patted his chest, and loudly announced:

"This divinely ordained artifact must belong to our India! Only the warriors of India are worthy of possessing such a treasure!"

Having said that, Mohanlar took a deep breath and gripped the hilt of the demon sword Senpo with both hands.

His physique already had a score of 8, far exceeding that of ordinary people. At this moment, he was circulating the special energy within his body, with veins bulging and muscles bulging in his arms, clearly indicating that he was using all his strength.

However, the demon sword Thousand Souls remained motionless, as if rooted in a boulder.

Mohanlar's smile froze. He stubbornly increased his strength, his face turning red, sweat rolling down his cheeks and dripping onto the bluestone slab, where it was instantly evaporated by the evil aura.

No matter how hard he tried, the knife showed no sign of loosening.

"Damn it!" Mohanlar growled, abruptly releasing his grip and shaking his aching arm.

He hadn't expected that he couldn't pull it out either, which made him feel embarrassed, especially after he had just mocked Qin Yu.

"Big Brother, let us help you!" The Four Warriors of Apocalypse stepped forward and said in unison.