The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Qianpo gazed at Xu Feng, who was similar in stature to herself, and slowly floated over as black mist surged around her. With her slender white fingertips, she gently lifted Xu Feng's chin, her cherry lips parted slightly, and her smile was eerie.

"Since you've gone this far, there's no need for me to continue this act."

"With such a perfect body as yours, I took a liking to you at first sight."

"You have to take this knife today, whether you like it or not. Wouldn't it be better to just let me possess you? Why are you being so stubborn?"

The Demon Blade Thousand Souls flew directly into Xu Feng's palm, and a vast and unfamiliar soul power entered Xu Feng's body.

Xu Feng was speechless. Why didn't you use force earlier if you could have done it?

Is she deliberately teasing him, her prey, by dragging this out for so long?

That's really quite a twisted sense of humor.

Immediately, Xu Feng's consciousness was plunged into endless darkness.

Strange phenomena suddenly arose, and Xu Feng, in her Bloodstained Lady form, did not have her body taken over by the Thousand Souls as expected.

Instead, like a delicate doll with its strings cut, its aura suddenly froze, and it stood frozen in place, stuck in a daze.

The power of the Thousand Souls surged wildly against her soul and body like an undercurrent, but this ferocious erosion transformed into a strange and bewitching power of reshaping.

Her petite figure slowly stretched out, her lines becoming increasingly slender and exquisite, outlining a beautiful yet dangerous curve, and her figure was even changing.

Her long, jet-black hair grew uncontrollably, cascading down like a waterfall of black jade.

It spreads all the way to the ankles, carrying a cold yet holy aura with its light and graceful movements. It is breathtakingly beautiful, yet also unfathomably eerie.

A minute passed, and Xu Feng remained motionless.

Three minutes passed, and it remained as silent as a statue.

Ten minutes passed, and she remained frozen in place, as if time had stood still for her. Xu Feng was still in a state of utter paralysis.

Meanwhile, the live stream chat room erupted in excitement.

Disconnect City and Account Thief Warrior (Chinese): "Holy crap?! Has Bloody Gentleman messed up? Is he about to be possessed by Demon Blade Thousand Souls?"

Bloodstained Gentleman, My Husband (Chinese): "Tonic! Please, please don't possess my husband! What will become of my lifelong happiness?"

Win and you get a club model, lose and you become a model (Hua): "The Bloody Gentleman wins and becomes the Master of the Demon Blade, loses and becomes the Demon Blade's velvet ball! How exciting! Brothers! I love watching this."

Rebellious Lu Zhishen (Hua): "Hiss! Half an hour has passed, why hasn't the Bloody Gentleman made a move yet?"

The bard (Hua) being beaten by a mob at the church entrance: "Do you think it's possible that the Bloody Gentleman is the boss of the Pseudo-Human Academy, and the Demon Blade Thousand Souls is also the boss of the National War instance, and that the two bosses' soul strength is about the same, which is why the game crashed?"

The emperor, who was beating up a bard while mingling in the church crowd, said: "Hmm, what you said makes sense. After all, one is a mass murderer of ten thousand people, and the other is a beast devourer of a thousand. Their soul strength could indeed be the same."

The shipping expert (Hua): "Won't the Bloody Gentleman just keep crashing until the end of the dungeon? What about the seemingly cold but actually sweet Fairy Ye Ningyun? I ship them both."

Testicular War God (Hua): "Don't worry! Ye Ningyun has maximum luck. Even if he hangs there from beginning to end in the dungeon, he won't die."

Black Sanctuary (Unknown): "Oh! By the Divine Emperor, what blasphemy! How did a loli emperor appear on my phone? Wait! Why is the Inquisition calling me?"

Robert Keelmann (unknown): "You admit this is your phone?"

My Thinking Power (Unknown): "I think this is exactly what the Emperor looks like! Waaaaaaagh For the Emperor!"

Tzeentch (Unknown): "This is so much fun! Bloody Gentleman may be reckless, but he's definitely a lot of fun. I love him so much, I want to bless him!"

Khorne (unknown): "Oh! Look at this skinny thing, he doesn't look like a warrior at all. This guy is not worthy of being my chosen one. I hate this guy."

Slaanesh (unknown): "The pleasure is so great, I love this child, this child is wonderful."

Nurgle (Unknown): "Oh! You damned old man, what are you doing in the Warp? No... don't burn down my garden! I'll do anything as long as you don't burn it!"

…………

Time flowed by quietly, and a whole hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Xu Feng remained standing still, without moving an inch.

A gentle breeze caressed her cheeks, causing her long hair, which reached her ankles, to flutter slightly, like a sacred ribbon dancing in the air.

She stood there, holding the demon sword, her aura subtly shifting, like an immortal statue descended from the divine realm.

Although he was simply standing silently, he exuded a vast and majestic divine aura.

It is a call to surrender that comes from the depths of the soul, inspiring awe in all beings and making them involuntarily want to bow down and offer eternal loyalty.

At this moment, the system, which had been offline for 150 chapters, finally reacted, and a bright blue panel popped up in front of Xu Feng.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The second personality, Pride of Escanor, is about to be bound...

Beep beep beep! Alarm, alarm! The system has been compromised by an unknown force.

Personality to be bound soon: Emperor!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

[There are no sacrifices too great to accept, nor betrayals too small to tolerate!]

[For the continuation of humanity, let the galaxy burn!]

The next second, the girl standing with her sword slowly opened her golden eyes, which were as bright as the sun.

At the same time, Xu Feng's consciousness plunged into boundless darkness, and chaos and deathly silence completely swallowed him up.

Just as his consciousness was about to fade away, a glimmer of light pierced the inky darkness of the night and slowly illuminated his eyes.

A mournful, lingering, and heart-wrenching melody silently lingered in Xu Feng's ears.

He looked up and saw a green-haired, red-eyed girl dressed in a divine sword robe sitting on the roof.

She stared blankly at the lonely bright moon hanging in the night sky, her brows furrowed with an unyielding melancholy, her pair of crimson eyes empty and lifeless.

It was as if his soul had already been extracted, leaving only an empty shell.

The next second, Xu Feng felt his consciousness being pulled by an invisible force, falling into the girl's unfathomable eyes.

The scene before my eyes distorted and shifted once more.

Inside the dilapidated house, two green-haired sisters tightly embraced their parents, weeping uncontrollably. Their piercing cries shattered the deathly silence of the house.

Outside the city, deafening shouts of battle rolled in, and the smell of gunpowder and blood seemed to transcend time and space, rushing towards us.

Outside the houses, several shrine maidens wearing fox masks gently shook their Kagura bells. The crisp, tinkling sound was delicate and eerie, echoing softly in the night.

A priest slowly stepped forward, solemnly knocked on the wooden door, his expression almost hypocritically solemn, and said in a deep voice:

"God's will has come."

He lightly shook the bell in his hand, his tone feigning holiness, each word icy cold:

"This bell can communicate with the gods, guide the souls of the dead, and grant liberation to all beings."