The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

In the shadows of the street corner, the leader of the Doomsday Cult tilted his head back, a near-manic smile playing in his eyes.

That ordinary face was twisted and deformed by extreme madness, and his hands were exaggeratedly outstretched, as if embracing an impending apocalyptic feast.

At his feet lay several cat corpses lying haphazardly, but in just a moment, those cats that had been strangled or beaten to death with sticks disappeared.

It suddenly shook its body, its flesh and blood reformed, and it jumped up vividly, flicked its tail, and tried to run away as if startled.

The surrounding Doomsday Cult followers showed no fear whatsoever.

Instead, with a resolute determination as if rushing to a mission, they reached out without hesitation and slammed the resurrected Nine Lives Cat to the ground again, or directly grabbed its neck until it breathed its last.

The next second, the bodies of these believers who had killed the cats with their own hands suddenly emitted a faint gray light, and their figures shrank and twisted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fur sprouted from under the skin, limbs curled up, and in the blink of an eye, it completely transformed into a nine-lived cat with icy eyes, joining the original cat pack.

Sasaki Kojiro, standing not far away, witnessed the entire scene.

His fingers tightened slightly around the hilt of his samurai sword, a chill creeping into his heart. He thought to himself, "These followers of the Doomsday Cult are indeed a bunch of reckless madmen."

To be willing to sacrifice oneself for the so-called destruction of the world, becoming part of the calamity, is a kind of madness that even he, as a chosen one of the Chaos Gods, finds hard to understand.

The leader turned his head, looked at Sasaki Kojiro and the others who were watching coldly from the side, his madness intensified, and shouted sharply:

"What are you all standing there for? Why aren't you making a move? Join this great destruction and let this decaying world be completely devoured by the curse of the cat!"

Upon hearing this, the several Chosen Ones of Chaos looked at each other, their eyes filled with hesitation and impatience, but in the end, none of them took the initiative to kill the cat.

They are not mindless lunatics like the Doomsday Cult, but top-tier chosen ones from countless dungeons, each with considerable strength and a clear goal.

Their sole purpose in entering these 2400 national war instances is to follow Raven, the Son of Chaos, to slay the Warden, the boss of the Order faction, seize the Destiny Artifact, and obtain unparalleled rewards.

Moreover, the rules of this national war are extremely cruel, as it is a death match mode in the arena.

All resurrection items within the instance are rendered useless; once you die, your soul is truly scattered.

Only when their faction ultimately wins can the dead be safely resurrected.

In this instance, the chaotic side has a natural advantage, far surpassing the orderly side in both troop strength and deployment, and is highly likely to win the final victory.

They are indeed chosen ones who lick blood from the edge of a knife, having long since disregarded life and death, but that does not mean they are willing to die in vain.

If you're going to die, die on the battlefield against the warden, die in a battle that brings victory to your faction.

Instead of wasting time on a monstrous creature like the Nine-Lives Cat, becoming a meaningless cat and completely losing the right to participate in the final battle.

In the eyes of these chaotic chosen ones, although the Nine-Lives Cat had the potential to destroy the world, the threat came too slowly, so slowly that they didn't even bother to pay attention to it.

Even if it has the ability to transform cause and effect, it would probably take more than a decade to slowly erode the world in this way.

One year from now, the will of the world will descend and directly eliminate all calamities, causing their dungeon mission to fail instantly!

Even longer, it won't affect the current national war duel at all.

Instead of wasting time here, we should conserve our energy and wait to ambush the warden.

Sasaki Kojiro looked at the noisy cult leader in front of him, his eyes suddenly turning cold. He was too lazy to listen to these crazy words anymore, and he didn't want these lunatics to disrupt his original plans.

Without the slightest hesitation, he flicked his wrist, and the katana at his waist was instantly drawn.

A cold, sharp light flashed, the blade slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and directly severed the head of the cult leader.

Blood gushed out, and the leader's body fell heavily to the ground, a maniacal smile still lingering on his face even in death.

Having dealt with the troublesome leader, Sasaki Kojiro sheathed his sword, turned to exchange glances with the other members of the strategy team, and the two instantly understood each other's thoughts.

Since the Nine-Lives Cat can cause chaos, why not just release it and let it roam freely in the city?

This would disrupt the plans of the order-following forces and create an opportunity to ambush the warden later.

Without further hesitation, the group stepped forward and opened the iron cage holding the nine-lived cats, releasing all of the dozen or so cats with strange eyes.

They casually shooed the cats away and abandoned them all on a busy street with heavy traffic and crowds.

It was the busiest time of day for traffic on the street, with horns and car noises rising and falling, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

A dozen or so nine-lived cats were suddenly thrown into the middle of the road, instantly surrounded by the noise and speeding vehicles.

Cats are inherently highly stressed creatures, let alone a nine-lived cat tainted by the power of calamity.

The piercing honking and the strong winds from speeding cars made the cats' fur stand on end. Their already cold eyes became even more panicked, and they began to frantically dart around on all fours in the road.

One of the nine-lives cats was enraged by the approaching car horns behind it. Instead of dodging, it suddenly stopped in its tracks.

Crouching low, it bared its teeth at the oncoming car, hissing fiercely. Its small body exuded a stubbornness that seemed disproportionate to its size.

The driver had no idea that a cat would suddenly block the road and refuse to move. By the time he realized what was happening, it was too late to brake.

The car wheel crushed the cat's body, instantly turning it into a bloody, mangled mess, the crimson blood staining the asphalt road.

At the very moment the cat was run over, the driver inside the car froze, his body suddenly enveloped by an invisible force of cause and effect.

Its skin quickly covered its fur, and its body shrank rapidly. In an instant, it completely transformed into a nine-lives cat.

The car, now without human control, instantly went out of control and, like a wild horse, crashed violently into the dump truck that was driving normally in front of it.

A violent crash resounded, the front of the car was instantly crushed, the hood was lifted, sparks flew everywhere, and then a raging fire broke out, with thick black smoke shooting straight into the sky.

The driver, who turned into a nine-lives cat, was trapped in the burning carriage and burned by the fire. His life was rapidly slipping away, but he was quickly revived by the power of his nine lives.

Then he was burned to death again, and so he died and came back to life repeatedly in the fire. Each death triggered a deeper causal curse.

This time, the Nine Lives Cat's transformation is no longer limited to directly crushing the driver who killed it.