The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

The sisters' parents cried out in anguish, trying to stop the guards from taking their daughters away, but were violently pushed away.

The two green-haired sisters, with a resolute glint in their eyes, wiped away their tears and, escorted by the priests, stepped into the gloomy shrine.

In the center of the shrine, a huge iron furnace roared with flames, molten iron inside boiling and bubbling, the heat so intense that it turned the entire shrine crimson.

At that moment, the younger sister suddenly pushed her older sister away and, without the slightest hesitation, leaped into the molten iron.

In an instant, sparks flew everywhere, and the girl's figure was completely engulfed by the scalding molten iron, without even leaving a cry of pain.

The older sister collapsed to the ground, watching her younger sister disappear into the molten iron. Tears streamed down her face as she cried out her sister's name in a heart-wrenching voice.

She was forcibly lifted up by the priestesses and tightly bound to the sacred cherry tree, watching helplessly as the blacksmith used the molten iron that had melted her sister's body to forge a chilling and eerie demon sword.

The priest, holding the still-warm demon sword, slowly walked up to her and, without the slightest hesitation, plunged the blade into her heart.

The moment the excruciating pain struck, the Divine Cherry Tree suddenly unleashed a thick, inky, foul power that enveloped her layer by layer and devoured her completely.

Inside the shrine, priests and shrine maidens chanted in unison obscure, eerie, and sinister Kagura incantations, the chants echoing and utterly malevolent.

The older sister, whose life should have been completely cut off, trembled slightly at her fingertips, and her drooping head slowly rose in an unusual manner.

She slowly pulled the demon sword from her chest, her bare feet exposed, her body stiff as rotten wood.

He walked slowly and haltingly out of the shrine, heading towards the war-torn outskirts of the city.

Transformed into a corpse puppet, she wields a sword alone, like a demon from hell.

Amidst the enemy's terrified screams and furious curses, the blades flashed, and blood and flesh flew everywhere as the invading enemy was slaughtered.

After a bloody battle, the Corpse Puppet Sister was already covered in wounds.

One arm was severed, and the wound on his waist and abdomen was so deep that the bone was visible. He was almost cut in half at the waist and knelt on the ground, unable to move.

"I could have as many of these corpse puppets as I wanted. Those fools, willing to die for a noble cause, they're so easily deceived!"

"Tell Maeno and those daimyo Yoshimura that if they insist on not giving us the tax."

"Then leave no trace of life. My Chongdao City is protected by the gods. Even if the enemy has thousands of troops, my Chongdao City will not be afraid in the slightest."

"Now that the divine sword forged with the help of 999 maidens is complete, and with the power of the Divine Cherry Blossom, my Sacred Sword Festival Castle can dominate the entire Sacred Field region."

The city lord of the Chongdao Sacrifice City looked at the kneeling corpse puppet, laughed triumphantly, and was extremely satisfied with the weapon that had slaughtered all his enemies.

He reached out to snatch the demonic sword from the corpse puppet's hand, but no matter what he did, he couldn't pry open her tightly clenched fingers.

Enraged, the city lord spat and drew his sword, severing her hand and cutting off her fingers one by one before roughly snatching the demon sword from her.

He cursed and swore at her bad luck, kicked her to the ground, and then kicked her several more times before leaving with his men, his laughter grating.

The corpse puppet had not lost consciousness; its empty, lifeless eyes were still fixed on the direction where the demon sword had disappeared, its eyes filled with an obsession and grief that even death could not erase.

Just then, a beautiful figure in a gorgeous kimono slowly approached, stopped in front of her, and softly asked:

"Do you... harbor any resentment in your heart?"

…………

The scene suddenly shifts.

The older sister, transformed into a ferocious demon, lunged forward with surging malevolence, intent on seeking revenge. However, a cold figure suddenly blocked her way.

It was a brand new corpse puppet being controlled, and what it held tightly in its hand was a demonic sword forged from its sister's soul and flesh.

The blade flashed fiercely, each strike heavier than the last, and the demon-like sister was utterly powerless to resist.

He was beaten so badly that he was forced to his knees, his body was shattered, and he could only flee in a sorry state.

From Xu Feng's perspective, the younger sister, who had been refined into the demon sword, was trying her best to touch her older sister's disheveled figure, but her fingertips only passed through the void.

She cried out for her sister in anguish, but the demonic body did not respond, as if it could not hear, touch, or recognize her.

She could only stare at her illusory hands, tears silently rolling down her cheeks, vanishing into nothingness in the air, leaving not even a trace of warmth.

Finally, the sister, covered in wounds and barely breathing, staggered and bled her way to the cherry tree.

As the sun rises in the sky, its golden rays fall upon the countless cherry blossom petals falling from the heavens.

She gazed at the dawning light, two lines of bloody tears slowly sliding down her cheeks, and her form began to gradually dissolve.

She collapsed beneath a tree where cherry blossoms were falling, countless petals gently enveloping her.

Finally, amidst the falling cherry blossoms, it vanished without a trace.

…………

in reality.

The girl glanced at her slender, thin hands and commented indifferently:

"This body is far too weak, equivalent to a Grey Knight without power armor..."

"But without any genetic modification, he's simply the most outstanding child I've ever seen."

The girl's eyes, burning like the blazing sun, looked at the city of the Demon Blade, and golden light shone brightly in her hand, instantly dispelling all the filth on the Demon Blade Thousand Souls.

The blood-stained bandages wrapped around the hilt of the knife fluttered in the night wind.

The girl closed her eyes and sensed it, murmuring:

"Has my wonderful child been asleep all along? Oh well, let Mom help you then."

With a slight push from her toes, the girl's entire figure plummeted into the city of the Demon Blade Festival, like the sun itself.

It was nighttime, yet the girl's eyes burned as brightly as the rising sun, brimming with unparalleled divinity.

He remained silent, yet inspired awe and a desire to offer him unwavering loyalty.

Meanwhile, the live stream chat exploded with excitement.

Disconnect City and Account Thief Warrior (Chinese): "Holy crap! Why is Bloody Gentleman moving? Why have his eyes turned golden? They even seem to be glowing."

go学长(华): "666, this Bloody Gentleman didn't even reach stage two, and went straight to stage three? So Bloody Gentleman triggers stage three after crashing?"

Wa Xuedi (Chinese): "Mom! Mom, this is the woman who can be my mother!"

Rebellious Lu Zhishen (Chinese): "Even James from the Pseudo-Human Academy couldn't force out the third stage of the Bloody Gentleman, but the Demon Blade in the National War instance did."

The piercingly bright Xiahou Dun (Hua): "If James knew that the Bloody Gentleman had three stages, wouldn't he die of despair?"

Sakura (a character from a popular Chinese online novel) exclaimed, "Baka! How can this demon have three stages? Is it even playable without nerfing it?!"

…………

Dark as ink.

The girl was like a goddess, with her bare, snow-white feet and a blood-red demon sword in her hand. She walked slowly and steadily toward the city lord's mansion.

The guards on duty outside the mansion quickly noticed the unusual activity. In the darkness, a figure draped in plain white cloth approached with a knife, unhurriedly heading straight for the city lord's mansion.

The moment they saw the demonic sword, the guards' expressions changed drastically, and in their panic, they shouted in Japanese:

"Who?!"

The only response they received was a dazzling flash of light that pierced the night.