The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Xu Feng closed his eyes, awaiting the judgment of fate.

However, a gentle, childlike voice echoed in his mind.

"My child, how could you just give up like this?"

The next moment, Xu Feng saw a golden sun in the dark space of consciousness. Yes!

It's like a golden sun rising slowly!

Xu Feng's figure suddenly grew taller, his lines became more robust and upright, his face lost its youthful immaturity and became angular and resolute as steel, and his black hair was completely transformed into long, jet-black hair.

Xu Feng slowly opened his golden eyes, which radiated divinity!

A surge of spiritual energy caused the blood in his body to flow again.

Meanwhile, the live stream chat room erupted in excitement.

Black Sanctuary (Unknown): "Oh! By the God Emperor, why am I seeing him as a tough, muscular man in the live stream? Shouldn't he always be a little girl?"

Robert Gilliman (Unknown): "Quack~ You heretic corrupted by Chaos! Hasn't Father always been a little girl? The Father I saw in the livestream was always a little girl!"

Z86 Agricultural Planet Astral Legion Commander (Unknown): "Why is the God-Emperor I'm seeing a four-armed loli-like emperor?"

The Tribunal (Unknown): "A bunch of heretics! Hasn't the God-Emperor always been portrayed as a muscular man? A bunch of people with distorted thinking who have slipped through the cracks of conventional wisdom!"

Imperial Guard 1145 (Unknown): "My lord, why are you switching between a loli and a muscular man? Am I seeing things?"

Imperial Guard 91 (Unknown): "Are you seeing things? This is a sacrifice our lord had to make to recruit soldiers."

Lord of Humanity (Unknown): "Macado, silence these two idiots!"

Marching 78 (Unknown): "My lord, it seems our defenses have been breached?"

Makado is not a nanny and has banned the voices of the 1145, 97, and 78 members of the Imperial Guard.

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At this point, the situation on the field had already turned against them.

Outside the Demon King's Palace.

A cold wind, carrying the stench of blood, howled past the chosen ones from various nations participating in the national war.

Like a group of hunters huddled in a corner, hiding behind the broken walls and ruins outside the main hall, they secretly watched the thrilling final battle unfolding inside.

Vance, the chosen one of the Lighthouse Nation, spyes on everything like a mouse.

He blinked, his previously calm eyes now filled with disbelief.

He did indeed receive top-secret information about the Cleaners.

Scavengers, which appear once a year in Grotesque Town, are units used to balance the cleanup of abnormal entities in the instance.

But what about right now?

That huge, dark mass—could they all be street cleaners?

Some of them were armed with axes, others with guns, and they surged toward the anomalous entity like a tidal wave.

"How is this possible? These aren't street sweepers, they're clearly a revolutionary army!" Vance swallowed hard, his voice filled with disbelief.

Is this a showdown between a third-party force and the aberrant entities in Gravity Town?

George, a chosen one from the British Empire, suddenly patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the slightly aged but upright figure in the center of the battlefield.

"Vanse, look there!"

Vance looked in the direction he was pointing and his eyes widened instantly.

The old pope was wearing a tattered and worn holy robe, and the papal scepter in his hand was radiating a holy aura.

Like a blazing sun, it hung high in the void, radiating a creeping halo and continuously bestowing buffs upon everyone.

"This is... a Celestial Artifact!" Vance gasped, his voice trembling with excitement. "A Celestial Artifact actually appeared in this Nation War instance!"

He knew all too well the value of this thing. Spiritual artifacts were already rarer than magical artifacts; one could only encounter a divinely ordained spiritual artifact once every few dozen runs in the national war.

It has no limit on the number of times it can be used, no side effects, and its power is no less than that of the Heavenly Mandate Artifact; it is a true treasure!

However, such a treasure was actually in the hands of an old man who was almost buried.

A burning greed flashed in Vance's eyes.

He turned to look around, and the chosen ones from various countries also noticed something amiss, their eyes filled with the same covetousness and greed.

The ruthlessness on Vance's face instantly took over.

Anyway, he had already completed his task of recording the abnormal entities, and regardless of the outcome of the battle, he could safely leave the instance.

Why not take a gamble?

"A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime," Vance murmured, a sinister smile curving his lips.

The next second, his aura suddenly subsided, and he turned into a wisp of green smoke, disappearing silently from the spot. Assassin talent: Invisibility!

Like a venomous snake, he stealthily crept up to the old pope's flank under the cover of the ruins.

The elderly priests around the Pope were intently watching over him when suddenly one of them exclaimed in surprise:

"Your Holiness! What's that Wi-Fi signal above your head? And the signal bars are almost full, going from low to high!"

The old pope's cloudy eyes suddenly widened, and he subconsciously raised his hand to touch the top of his head, a look of bewilderment and confusion on his face.

The moment he looked up.

"Pfft—!"

The cold, hidden blade sprang out of the sleeve without warning, like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, piercing straight through the old Pope's chest!

The old pope's eyes widened, and blood kept gushing from the corner of his mouth.

He looked down at the still trembling sword in his sleeve, his eyes filled with not anger, but endless astonishment and confusion.

Vance emerged from the shadows, a sickly grin on his face, and snarled:

"Old man, don't blame me. Blame the divine artifact in your hand! Do you understand the principle that 'a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime'?"

As he spoke, he reached out to grab the papal scepter that was floating in mid-air and radiating a holy aura.

The old pope's eyes widened, but he didn't stop Vance from taking the scepter. Instead, he calmly said:

"What's your name?"

"Your Holiness, my name is Vance."

"Oh, which 'ten thousand' is it?"

"The character '方' without its head becomes '万'! Your Holiness the Pope!"

However, with a greedy smile on his face, Vance reached out to touch the scepter, and then something unexpected happened.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the scepter.

A blinding, holy light suddenly burst forth!

"Buzz—!"

The papal scepter seemed to come alive, suddenly shuddering and sending Vance flying!

The divine artifact rejected him!

Vance crashed to the ground like a tattered sack, spitting blood, as if all the bones in his body were shattered.

He was horrified to discover that his body was bound by an invisible force and he could not move.

"Old Pope!!" The surrounding old priests were furious and raised their weapons at Vance.

"I...I'm fine."

The old pope clutched his chest wound and struggled to his feet.

He looked at Vance, who was imprisoned on the ground, his eyes filled not with anger, but with a kind of pity that was almost compassionate.

He raised his head, his cloudy eyes gazing into the void, as if the Lord he had believed in all his life sat there.

The papal scepter slowly floated to his front, its holy light enveloping his figure.

"I... never intended to return alive." The old pope's voice was weak but firm. "After I die, return the Holy Staff... to the angel."

After he finished speaking, a divine gleam flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"With my broken body, I offer myself as a sacrifice to the holy staff, to restore the glory of the Eastern Expedition!!"