The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

"Alright, alright, everyone, let's all keep quiet. Now is not the time for fighting. The national war instance has only just begun, and internal strife at the start would be detrimental to everyone."

Upon hearing this, Xu Feng, who had obtained a strange artifact for free, seemed to have suffered a great injustice and reluctantly gave up.

He had already made up his mind. In any case, Qin Yu had to die in the dungeon, so it wasn't the right time to make a move.

Uncle Mads was also thinking about finding an opportunity to kill this guy and put him on the dinner table.

Luigi quickly tried to smooth things over, glancing at the demon sword Senpo on the boulder, and said:

"Since Team Leader Qin, Captain Mohanlar, and Captain Rikawa have all tried, why don't I give it a shot? Maybe I'll get lucky and be able to pull out this knife?"

As he spoke, Luigi walked to the boulder. He didn't have high hopes; he simply symbolically gripped the hilt of his knife and gently applied force.

Like everyone else before him, the demon sword Thousand Souls remained completely still.

Luigi smiled, released his grip, and said, "Looks like I'm not one of the chosen ones either."

The chosen ones from the Beacon faction behind him also stepped forward to try, each of them symbolically tugging at the tug before giving up.

They all knew very well that if even Qin Yu, Mohanlar, and Hikawa Tsunamoto couldn't pull it out, then it was even less likely that they could succeed.

Imamura Tano had witnessed all the infighting and strife among the group.

He sat in the shade of the stone steps not far away, with several attendants carrying umbrellas standing beside him, gently fanning themselves with folding fans in their hands, a faint smile on their faces, as if watching an interesting play.

He neither intervened nor participated in the struggle; he simply watched quietly from the sidelines.

This scene aroused a sense of vigilance in Ye Ningyun's heart. Although Ye Ningyun was a newcomer, her physical constitution was only 2 points.

But he was extremely lucky, and he was able to obtain a magical artifact or a strange artifact in almost every instance.

Looking at Imamura Tano's indifferent expression, he thought to himself:

The fact that Imamura Tano did not intervene shows that he hopes we will both suffer losses.

The outcome of us both suffering heavy losses is likely to benefit him.

In other words, Imamura Tano is actually on the opposite side of us.

He is not as kind as he appears on the surface; he is very likely a potential threat, but we haven't crossed the line yet.

Ye Ningyun gripped the magical weapon in her hand tightly, a hint of hesitation in her eyes.

He wanted to warn others to be careful of Imamura Tano, but he was worried that his judgment might be wrong and cause unnecessary trouble.

He looked at the demon sword Thousand Souls, which was still emanating an eerie aura under the Divine Cherry Tree, and then at Qin Yu, Mohanlar, and the others who were eyeing him menacingly. His heart was filled with conflict.

The petals of the sacred cherry tree continued to fall, landing on everyone's shoulders.

The demon sword, Thousand Souls, lay silently embedded in the boulder, its dark blade gleaming coldly, as if mocking the greed and folly of the crowd.

As the cherry blossoms faded into the twilight, their last trace of pink and white faded. Imamura Tano's gentle yet undeniably penetrating voice echoed in everyone's ears:

"That concludes our sightseeing tour. A festival will be held in the city in three days, and we hope you will all be there to attend."

He continued to wave his folding fan, his smile unchanged, as if the unpleasantness that had just occurred had never happened.

"You are free to do as you please for the rest of the days. The residents of the city are known for their hospitality and will make you feel right at home."

Everyone was stunned upon hearing this. The tense atmosphere caused by the demon sword was largely diluted by this sudden freedom.

Apart from the prohibition against approaching the corpse, Imamura Tano did not set any other restrictions.

They acted as if they were truly distinguished guests on vacation, rather than chosen ones drawn into a nation-wide war.

Qin Yu frowned, glanced at Imamura Tano who remained calm, but ultimately said nothing. He then turned and led the people from the Chinese camp away from the shrine.

Mohanlar and Hikawa Tsunamoto also dispersed, but their brows still held a lingering resentment towards the demon sword.

Ye Ningyun gripped the magical weapon in her hand, and looking at Imamura Tano's nonchalant appearance, her vigilance grew even stronger.

He always felt that there was something fishy going on behind this excessive freedom, but he watched as the chosen ones from the Lighthouse faction beside him were already enthusiastically planning their travel routes.

The residents warmly greeted him, offering him fresh fruit and hot tea, making his doubts seem somewhat out of place.

The city seemed to be shrouded in a gentle veil, with clean streets, elegant houses, and the air filled with the aroma of cherry blossoms and food.

The residents' smiles were genuine and warm, making one almost forget that this was a dungeon world where life and death were uncertain.

The daytime passed exceptionally pleasantly, with people strolling through the quaint streets and alleys or enjoying local delicacies, creating a genuine sense of being on vacation.

Only Xu Feng remained calm. He did not participate in the commotion and simply observed everything in the city without making a sound.

The residents' enthusiasm was too perfect, almost unreal.

Night fell as expected, and the entire city fell into tranquility, with only a few lanterns swaying in the darkness, casting a dim yellow glow and stretching the shadows of the streets and alleys long.

Inside the guesthouse where Xu Feng was staying, everyone had fallen into a deep sleep after a day of frolicking. Their even breathing mingled with the occasional chirping of insects outside the window, creating a sense of tranquility.

However, this tranquility did not diminish Xu Feng's vigilance in the slightest.

He quietly lifted the covers, his movements as light as a feather, without disturbing anyone.

As he reached the door, he raised his hand to open the wooden door when he heard a slight noise behind him.

Xu Feng turned around and saw Shirakami Yukihime standing at his door, still wearing her elegant kimono, her long white hair loosely tied behind her head, her eyes bright, clearly not asleep.

"Mr. Xu Feng, I'll go with you." Her voice was soft, with a gentle, dignified quality.

Xu Feng's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly. His gaze lingered on her briefly before he shook his head, his tone flat yet tinged with a hint of detachment.

"No need. If we encounter danger, you'll only hold me back."

The moment the words left her lips, Shirakami Yukihime's resolute expression froze, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She stared blankly at the man before her, the moonlight streaming through the window and illuminating his profile, outlining his cold, hard features.

There was no ripple in those deep eyes, as if those hurtful words were just spoken casually.

Shirakami Yukihime was not weak; her strength was in the 500 to 1000 range.

It was considered to be of a high standard, but in Xu Feng's eyes, it was just a burden that would hold him back.

A complex mix of emotions welled up inside me: resentment, unwillingness, and a touch of indescribable disappointment.

But she didn't argue in the end. She just looked at Xu Feng deeply, nodded slowly, and didn't insist.

"I understand," she said softly, turning and retreating back to her room. She gently closed the wooden door, shutting out her complex emotions inside.

Inside the room, the mutated toad-man had been waiting impatiently. Upon seeing Shirakami Yukihime return, he immediately approached her, his tone filled with anger:

"Boss! This Xu Feng is going too far! He clearly doesn't consider you one of our own! We've been so sincere, and he still rejected you, saying you'd be a burden?"

The toad-man puffed out his cheeks, his two round eyes blazing with anger:

"I bet he's discovered some important clue and wants to investigate alone, afraid we'll get a share! That selfish guy isn't worth our cooperation!"

"Okay, keep your voice down."

Shirakami Yukihime raised her hand to signal him to be quiet, her face already calm, though a faint, almost imperceptible sadness lingered deep in her eyes:

"Mr. Xu Feng must have his reasons for not letting me come along."

"His strength is unfathomable. Perhaps he really is thinking of the bigger picture and doesn't want to be distracted by taking care of me."

Although she said that, Shirakami Yukihime's heart was not without turmoil.

She composed herself, walked to the futon in the center of the room, sat down, crossed her legs, and slowly closed her eyes.

The next second, her breathing suddenly became steady, and a faint chill seemed to envelop her body.

Consciousness, like a wild horse, instantly broke away from the body and galloped towards the shrine.

Meanwhile, inside the shrine maiden's dormitory, the loli-like clone's lowered eyelids trembled slightly.