The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

The music was actually played by Xu Feng. He felt that a banquet without music was like a soulless event, so he played a piece of music.

Kikujiro picked up his knife and fork with trembling hands, speared a few strips of squid, and put them in his mouth.

The familiar, top-quality flavor spread across Kikujiro's lips and teeth.

Kikujiro's eyes widened, and fear showed on his face.

It can't be wrong, absolutely right!

This is the kind of food that's considered "bloody gentlemanly."

Oh! Damn it, how did the Bloody Gentleman end up in this instance too?

Did he enter the instance as a chosen one or as a boss?

If he's not mistaken, the boss of Gravity Falls should be the founder of the Red Shoes Ball.

Now he seriously doubted whether the founder of the Red Shoes Ball was this bloodthirsty gentleman.

His covert identity is that of an official in the US IRS (Internal Revenue Service).

He was bribed by the political enemies of the founder of the Red Shoes Ball to find evidence of the founder's tax evasion.

Huh? Should I check the Bloody Gentleman's taxes?

Can you find it?

You'll die!

Kikujiro was genuinely afraid that he might be invited to the dinner table by the Bloody Gentleman.

Looking at the shredded squid on the table, Kikujiro couldn't help but shudder.

Kikujiro was suffering from PTSD; he could almost instantly recognize that the exquisitely staged photos were all dishes made by the Bloody Gentleman.

Just like in a martial arts competition, if your opponent uses Kun Fist, you can immediately tell what school or lineage they belong to.

Even though I know these ingredients are all normal foods like meat, eggs, and dairy.

It was very delicious, but Kikujiro found it hard to eat, as memories of the past flooded his mind.

He felt a sense of despair. Why was the Bloody Gentleman still chasing after him? He had already killed him twice, so why wouldn't he let him go?

Kikujiro began to ponder how he could survive and leave the National War instance.

There are three ways to pass the level.

First method of customs clearance:

Record ten abnormal entities. There's one right next to me, so I can skip it without a second thought.

The bizarre entities from the high-level bureau were simply beyond his ability to provoke.

Second customs clearance method:

Investigating the Bloody Gentleman's tax evasion is tantamount to suicide; he'd be the one getting a thorough tax audit by the Bloody Gentleman.

This one can also be skipped.

Now Kikujiro only has one path in front of him: to survive for a year in the bizarre town full of monsters!

Kikujiro decided to behave himself and not provoke anyone.

He no longer wanted to taste the dishes prepared by the Bloodthirsty Gentleman. Kikujiro felt that every bite he took was a reminder of the past, a taste of fear.

He wanted to try something different.

The woman next to him smiled when she saw Kikujiro begin to taste the food.

Kikujiro's sanity is also dropping rapidly.

Is there anything else he can taste, even shit?

This was incredibly agonizing for Kikujiro.

The lid of the dish was lifted, and a dish drizzled with curry sauce was immediately revealed to Kikujiro.

Although the dish looked terrible, in Kikujiro's eyes it seemed to radiate golden light and was dazzling.

Is this a side dish?

Despite the appetizing appearance of the side dish, Kikujiro would accept it even if it were excrement.

He picked up a spoon, scooped a spoonful of the dish that Kumar had carefully prepared with holy water from the Ganges, and put it in his mouth.

An indescribable taste suddenly spread across his tongue, accompanied by a foul odor filling his nasal cavity.

My body instinctively started to vomit, but then I saw my female companion smiling at me.

Kikujiro felt a chill run down his spine, but he suppressed the urge to vomit and swallowed the contents in one gulp.

Kikujiro looked at the foul-smelling spoon and couldn't help but feel suspicious.

What exactly is this thing made of?

Shit?

No, it's not that clean!

"Honey, you look terrible. Was the food bad?"

As his female companion spoke, she flicked out the snake's tongue, startling Kikujiro. He quickly scooped out another spoonful, put it in his mouth, and gave a smile that looked more like a grimace:

"Delicious, absolutely delicious! I've never eaten such delicious shit... I mean, cuisine in my entire life!"

"Who the hell brought this shit up here?!"

The eerie creature not far away wasn't so docile. It took a bite of the Ganges specialty dish, felt the taste was a bit off, smacked its lips a couple of times, and then swallowed it.

Only then did I belatedly realize what had happened.

Enraged, he immediately overturned the table, spilling the Ganges-themed dish Kumar had prepared, and the curry broth splashed all over Kikujiro's face.

"Who the hell made this side dish? It's so awful, I thought I was eating shit!"

"No, this stuff isn't even as clean as poop!"

The strange female companion beside Sean tried to calm him down, saying:

"Sean, calm down. Mr. Red's chefs are all top-notch five-star chefs. Maybe you just ate a few hiding mice, which caused your taste buds to go haywire?"

"Let me try it."

The beautiful female companion picked up a bite of Ganges River specialty dish, put it in her mouth, smacked her lips twice, and then fell silent.

After a long pause, the beautiful female companion finally said softly:

"This is definitely shit."

Upon hearing this, a distinguished guest, seemingly skeptical, remarked:

"Is it really poop? Let me taste it."

After tasting the Ganges River specialty dish, the VIP thought it was particularly delicious.

Sean and Lina said that on purpose because they didn't want to share the delicious food with others.

After all, among the strange creatures, many will deliberately say that delicious food doesn't taste good in order to enjoy it all to themselves.

They've already described it as shit; they can't even imagine how delicious this thing must be.

As the VIP spoke, he scooped up a spoonful of Ganges cuisine, put it in his mouth, and smacked his lips twice, just like George had done.

Why does it smell so bad? The smell is off.

Maybe it tastes bad but tastes good.

The VIP, refusing to believe it, took another bite and put it in his mouth, after which the ghost fell silent.

After a long pause, the distinguished guest finally spoke softly:

"This is definitely shit. Who the hell put shit on the dinner table?"

Upon hearing this, none of the surrounding VIPs believed it. Everyone, as if defying superstition, picked up their spoons and began scooping out food, one spoonful after another.

Before long, Kumar's Ganges River specialties were completely devoured by the VIPs.

His cooking received surprisingly unanimous praise from the VIPs:

This is fucking shit!

Kumar looked at his dish, which had been completely devoured, and proudly raised his chin.

A bunch of hypocrites. You said it wasn't good, but you ate all my food. What kind of nonsense is that?

So, I guess I was finally won over by the amazing Ganges River cuisine?

To avoid arousing his female companion's suspicion, Kikujiro could only force a stiff smile as he scooped spoonful after spoonful of the special dish made with the holy water of the Ganges River into his mouth.

At this moment, Kikujiro's face and body were splattered with curry soup, and he mechanically repeated stiff movements with a stiff smile.

At this moment, he looked even more hypocritical than a hypocrite.

The female companion beside him, smelling the stench emanating from Kikujiro, looked disgusted and pinched her nose, saying:

"Honey, you stink! Let's break up!"

With that, the female companion walked away, looking disgusted.

Kikujiro blinked in disbelief.

Am I... saved?

If he already knew that eating shit would save him, why did he bother with all that performance?