The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Suddenly, an invisible force gripped Shirakami Yukihime's mind, and shock swept through her body like a tidal wave.

A green-haired girl floated in mid-air, her skirt flowing like moonlight, yet appearing eerily transparent in the dim candlelight.

That's the spirit of the demon sword Senpo?

This extraordinary phenomenon, which only existed in legends, actually appeared in this national destiny instance.

"What is your purpose in showing yourself?" Shirakami Yukihime suppressed the fear in her heart, quietly gathering demonic power at her fingertips, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.

The green-haired girl tilted her head, a pure yet eerie smile playing on her lips. Her voice was sweet as a bell, yet her words carried a loneliness that spanned centuries:

"I didn't have any particular purpose! I just haven't seen a living monster in hundreds of years, so I found it quite novel and came out to see you."

She paused, a hint of distress appearing between her brows, and her floating figure leaned slightly forward.

Those clear, crimson eyes gleamed with a dangerous light in the candlelight, and asked with a hint of inquiry:

"By the way, could you ask him why he didn't draw his sword? He's clearly the one who's most compatible with me, the one who was born to be with me."

"Only if he removes the Thousand Souls can everyone here be saved. By the way, he's your companion, isn't he?"

The girl's voice suddenly lowered, carrying a subtle, alluring quality:

"If possible, could you please have him come over? I've been waiting for this day for far too long."

The dangerous glint deep within her pupils, like a lurking venomous snake, instantly heightened Shirakami Yukihime's guard.

She suddenly realized that the spirit of this mysterious artifact was not as harmless as it appeared.

Ordinary magical artifacts are already mysterious and unpredictable, but magical artifacts with a spirit are even more terrifying.

"The person you're talking about, is it Mr. Xu Feng?" Shiragami Yukihime asked tentatively, her palms already damp with cold sweat.

"It was him."

The green-haired girl nodded, a sinister smile suddenly blooming on her youthful face. The smile was completely out of character for her age, yet it exuded a chilling aura of menace.

"Only he can truly awaken the Thousand Souls and remove the ever-growing filth from the Divine Cherry Tree."

Shirakami Yukihime's heart sank to the bottom, and in a brief moment, her thoughts raced.

Imamura Tano said that whoever pulls out this sword can cleanse the sacred cherry tree of its impurities and save everything, but then he smiled and said that the impurities had already been removed.

But the girl in front of him said that the filth was getting worse.

She was now certain that Imamura Tano was lying to them, but the claim that the filth was constantly worsening was questionable, and Shirakami Yukihime didn't know whether it was true or false.

However, judging from the situation during the day, the Demon Blade Thousand Souls had already been corrupted.

In other words, Dao Ling Qianpo's words are completely unreliable and are very likely to be a mixture of truth and falsehood.

Seeing the girl's determined look, a terrible thought formed in her mind.

The person chosen by this demonic sword will likely not be able to control the sword the moment they draw it, but will instead be possessed by the weapon's spirit!

If he refused now, given the strength displayed by this sword spirit, his clone would surely perish.

When the clone perishes, the main body's strength will be weakened, and the user will also fall into a five-day period of weakness, making subsequent actions in the dungeon extremely difficult.

After weighing the pros and cons, Shirakami Yukihime had made her decision.

She concealed the strange look in her eyes and replied vaguely:

"I will convey your message to Mr. Xu Feng."

"You never really intended to ask for me, did you?"

The green-haired girl scoffed, seeing through her perfunctory attitude:

"Fine, you'll become a part of me sooner or later anyway, there's no escaping it."

Her form gradually became transparent, but her voice remained clear and resonant, penetrating to the soul.

"Hehe! He'll eventually pull out Thousand Souls on his own..."

The laughter dissipated into the air, and the figure of the sword spirit vanished completely, as if it had never existed.

But that bone-chilling cold still lingered in Shirogane Yukihime's heart.

The perspective suddenly shifted, and Shirakami Yukihime opened her eyes abruptly on the tatami mat in the guesthouse. Her forehead was soaked with cold sweat, and her back was icy cold.

The oppressive feeling emanating from that sword spirit was more terrifying than any ancient demon she had ever encountered; it was a crushing force originating from the depths of her soul.

"Boss, what's wrong? You look terrible!" The mutant henchman beside her asked anxiously, while Cheye from the mountain also cast a questioning glance his way.

"I'm fine, I just discovered some crucial clues."

Shirakami Yukihime wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, took a deep breath, and slowly recounted her experience at the shrine.

Upon hearing this, Shan Shang's brows furrowed instantly, his fingertips unconsciously tapping the table, his expression growing increasingly grave.

"So, the sacrifice at this festival three days from now is actually a human life, and the object of the sacrifice is not actually the Divine Cherry Tree, but that cursed artifact of destiny?"

"So, this mysterious artifact of destiny is very likely the final boss of this national destiny instance?"

One sentence froze the atmosphere in the room. Everyone's face drained of color, and their hearts sank heavily.

What are their chances of winning against a divine artifact that possesses a spirit and can control rituals?

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Inside the temporary stronghold of the Sakura Empire, candlelight flickered behind the paper sliding door, illuminating the sharply defined profile of Nikawa Tsunamoto.

He gently stroked a broken knife with his fingertips; the cracks on the blade seemed to hold the smoke of past battles. His fingertips caressed the cold, broken edge, his eyes deep and unfathomable.

Hurried footsteps sounded outside the door, and the subordinate on lookout duty rushed in, bowing, his voice filled with barely concealed urgency:

"Captain Tsunamoto! There's been some news from Lady Shirakami Yukihime. It seems she's reached a cooperation agreement with Xu Feng and his group."

The subordinate paused, then added:

"Furthermore, Xu Feng just left the base alone, and judging from his expression, it seems he's discovered some crucial clue. Should we follow him immediately and investigate?"

Hikawa Tsunamoto's fingertips remained on the broken sword. Upon hearing this, he merely raised his eyes slowly, his gaze unwavering.

The next second, he slightly flipped his wrist, a faint light flashed, and another brand-new samurai sword appeared in the God-chosen Space.

As for second lives, Tsunamoto Hikawa could have as many as he wanted.

The new samurai sword gleamed, reflecting the flickering candlelight, and the cherry blossom pattern on the scabbard appeared and disappeared in the shadows.

He gripped the hilt of the new knife, gave it a gentle twist, and the crisp sound of the blade broke the silence of the room.

"No need." His voice was calm yet carried a hint of authority: "The festival three days from now is the real key."

"The so-called clues that Xu Feng has found at this moment may not be true."

"Perhaps it's a deliberate bait thrown out by the instance to mislead us and lead us astray."

He stored the broken sword in his spatial storage, and leaned the new sword against his side:

"We just need to wait for the right moment; everything will naturally come to light during the festival."