The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Meanwhile, the Indian camp's stronghold was completely silent.

Mohanl sat calmly on the couch, while his subordinates sat or stood around him, each with a strange expression on their face.

He spent most of the night yesterday trying to find any useful information, but Mohanlar had lost all interest in going out.

"You don't need to go out and explore tonight."

Mohanlar spoke slowly, his voice tinged with languor yet revealing unwavering certainty:

"The crucial clues will never be hidden in these insignificant corners. The moment the clues surface will be at the festival three days from now."

"Instead of wasting energy groping in the dark, it's better to conserve your energy and wait for the right moment."

The subordinates all nodded in agreement, and no one objected.

The team leader's fruitless efforts last night had already convinced them of this conclusion.

The atmosphere inside the room in the United States was more relaxed.

Luigi leaned against the window, toying with an exquisite badge in his hand, his face still bearing that gentle and harmless smile, as if he didn't care at all about the dangers of the national war instance.

His men either closed their eyes to rest or talked in hushed tones; none of them mentioned going out to search for clues.

There's no need to rush into action.

Luigi chuckled softly, his voice gentle yet laced with wit:

"In this instance, there will always be people who can't wait to explore, and the clues they painstakingly find may not be able to be hidden in the end."

He looked up at the night view outside the window, his smile deepening.

"We just need to preserve our strength and wait and see."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over his subordinates, his smile still gentle, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes:

"Once the other factions are exhausted from endless exploration, or kill each other over clues, we will strike with lightning speed."

"At that time, victory in the national war instance will naturally be within our grasp."

No one knows what deep schemes this captain, who always played the role of a nice guy, harbored in his heart.

His gentleness and concessions were merely a facade, as he waited for the most opportune moment to wipe out all his opponents.

Compared to Qin Yu's superficial pride, Luigi's hypocrisy was truly unfathomable.

This is a true hypocrite, a hypocrite even more deeply hidden than Qin Yu.

Inside the stronghold of the Chinese camp, however, a completely different oppressive atmosphere permeated the air.

Qin Yu sat cross-legged on the couch, his hands clenched tightly, veins throbbing on his forehead, and a burning jealousy in his eyes that almost consumed his reason.

The events of the day replayed repeatedly in his mind.

That mysterious artifact of destiny, that opportunity that should have belonged to him, actually refused to recognize him as its master and instead showed goodwill to that good-for-nothing Xu Feng who only scored forty points!

Why should I?!

He roared wildly in his heart, his chest churning with uncontrollable anger and resentment.

I am the chosen one!

I am the one destined to be the protagonist!

What makes that kid, who appeared out of nowhere, so special that he's gained the favor of this mysterious artifact?!

Jealousy burned like a poisonous vine around his heart, making his breathing heavy.

At this moment, he had long since forgotten about the task of finding clues in the dungeon.

In his view, nothing is more humiliating than having his protagonist aura stolen.

He cannot accept it, and he absolutely will not allow it!

Why is that kid named Xu Feng favored by the Heavenly Artifact?

He has to die in the dungeon!

…………

Xu Feng sneezed, and in the dark, avoiding the patrolling residents, he headed towards the morgue, which Imamura Tano had specifically warned him not to approach.

Xu Feng deduced that the more something is forbidden, the closer it is to the truth.

The morgue was located in a low building in the northwest corner of the city. The door was locked, so Xu Feng went around to the side and climbed in through the window.

As soon as Xu Feng pushed open the door, a strong smell of blood mixed with the stench of decay hit him, a stark contrast to the freshness of the city.

He took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and the beam pierced the darkness, illuminating the several corpses lying inside the house.

The bodies were covered with white sheets and neatly arranged on a wooden frame.

Xu Feng stepped forward and gently lifted one of the white cloths. The sight before him made his pupils shrink slightly.

The corpse was mutilated, its abdomen was ripped out, and its internal organs were missing, leaving only broken flesh and bones. The death was extremely gruesome.

He lifted the remaining white sheets one by one, and the deaths of each corpse were exactly the same. They were all mutilated and incomplete, with jagged edges and fine teeth marks.

Xu Feng crouched down, his fingertips gently tracing the teeth marks on the corpse, his brows furrowing slightly.

The shape and spacing of these teeth marks are remarkably similar to those of human teeth.

A hint of regret flashed across his face. What a waste!

The shape of the gnawed food is somewhat similar to the way his two bastards at the pseudo-human academy gnawed on it.

It seems there are monsters in the city, or perhaps... there are always imposters lurking in the city?

He muttered to himself, already having made his judgment.

Imamura Tano's ban was probably intended to cover up the truth about these corpses and prevent them from discovering the anomalies in the city.

After leaving the morgue, Xu Feng walked along the quiet street toward the guesthouse.

The night was deep, and only faint footsteps echoed in the empty streets.

Just then, a piercing scream suddenly ripped through the night sky, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, coming from a house not far away.

Xu Feng's eyes sharpened, and he immediately quickened his pace, rushing towards the sound.

The door to the house was ajar, and a chewing sound could be heard coming from inside.

He pushed open the door, and the light from his phone instantly illuminated the room.

A grotesque, twisted creature with a hideous face was lying on the ground, frantically devouring the corpse of a resident. Blood splattered all over the ground and walls, creating an extremely gruesome scene.

In the corner of the room, a thick iron chain bound a naked pregnant woman. Her body was covered with wounds of varying depths.

Some had already scabbed over, while others were still bleeding. Their hair was disheveled and stuck to their faces, and their eyes were empty and desperate, clearly indicating that they had suffered long-term abuse.

Upon seeing this, Xu Feng's eyes instantly turned cold.

It seems the residents of this city are not as kind as I imagined.

These abducted women appeared to have become tools for them to bear children.

No wonder there were hardly any female residents in the seemingly thriving Chongdaoji City during the day; apparently, all the women were locked up inside their houses!

The strange creature sensed someone intruding and suddenly raised its head.

A pair of scarlet eyes stared intently at Xu Feng, blood still dripping from the corner of his mouth. Instead of showing any fear, he let out a sharp roar and pounced on him.

This strange creature clearly belongs to a third-party force and is an unexpected situation outside of the festival. I just don't know how many other strange creatures like this exist in the city.

Faced with the lunging monster, Xu Feng not only did not retreat, but instead, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a playful smile. His tone was elegant and composed, with a hint of mockery:

"Oh ho! Instead of running away, you're actually moving closer to me?"

Before he finished speaking, the terrifying power brought by his 17.5 times physique instantly erupted.

Before the monster could get close, Xu Feng flashed and appeared behind it, delivering a heavy punch to its back.

With a muffled thud, the monster was slammed heavily to the ground, causing a thin crack to appear in the ground.

The monster cried out in pain, letting out a shrill scream, and turned to pounce again.

Xu Feng's eyes narrowed as he looked at the ravaged corpse, feeling incredibly angry at this waste of food.

Xu Feng said in a low voice:

"What do you consider life to be?"