The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Moreover, the curse of the Nine-Lives Cats seemed to have no effect on the warden at all. The warden used a single move, "Tiger Gate Cat Slaughter," to kill all the Nine-Lives Cats.

Then the warden personally executed the mad will and nailed the humanoid demon to a cross and carried it on his back.

Ren Ya couldn't have come up with such a demonic method of suppression even if he thought about it for ten thousand years!

So far, the strange objects that have appeared are either destroyed, their fate is unknown, or one has gone missing.

Why is the warden from the Order side so supermodel this time?

Is it even playable without being nerfed?

Ren Yaren was numb. He just hoped that the new calamity that appeared in June would be somewhat unsolvable!

At least let's stop letting the warden suppress us so easily.

…………

Time flies, and June is here soon.

Xu Feng began actively searching for information on any new catastrophic objects that might appear in the world.

Xu Feng read many news reports but found no information about any suspected calamities or strange objects.

He couldn't help but rub his temples wearily.

Turning my head to look at the demon, who was happily watching Ultraman cartoons with the remote control just like the silly Fu, I couldn't help but feel a little envious.

Just as he reached out to grab the remote, the TV screen suddenly changed, broadcasting a breaking news report from across the ocean.

The camera pans to a vast, boundless plain where a cotton field, roughly the size of a football field, suddenly appears.

Snow-white, plump cotton fibers hang from the branches, and a gentle breeze sweeps across the cotton field, causing the fibers to sway softly in the wind.

It appeared peaceful and tranquil, but an indescribable sense of eeriness, oppression, and unease lingered throughout the entire area.

There were many white people bending over picking cotton in the cotton field.

Xu Feng rubbed his eyes. He was sure he wasn't seeing things. It was white people picking cotton. Was this some kind of performance art?

That's outrageous!

A Haji-Hei journalist stood in the middle of a cotton field, facing the camera, and slowly began to report on this sudden and bizarre event:

"A mysterious cotton plantation appeared overnight in the southern part of the United States."

"What's baffling is that all the cotton pickers are white, while the farmers wielding whips are Haji-Hei. Judging from the pained expressions on these white people's faces, they must be thoroughly enjoying it, right?"

"This kind of performance art is a very educational thing, letting white people know what kind of oppression we Haji Blacks suffered in the last century."

"Sir, did you feel particularly fulfilled and uplifted by participating in this activity?"

As the Haji-Hei reporter spoke, he handed the microphone to the white man picking cotton.

The white guy gave him the middle finger and started swearing:

"Fuck, mute, mute, fuck... mute..."

Immediately, he was whipped by Haji, which made him wince in pain.

The Hajihei reporter put away the microphone and said with a smile:

"This gentleman seems very enthusiastic! This activity is indeed educational!"

…………

Xu Feng's eyes widened slowly. "Holy crap, this is an inverted Heavenly Gang!"

Judging from the white guy's expression, it didn't seem like he was acting; such an unbelievable phenomenon was occurring.

There is only one answer: a new catastrophic entity has appeared.

This monstrous creature doesn't seem dangerous; it just enjoys tormenting people.

Haji people can go inside and come out freely, but white people cannot.

This is quite unbelievable.

Let's call it Cotton Farm for now.

Thinking about this, Xu Feng wasn't sure what the cotton farm's characteristics were. If he rashly went there, he might end up picking cotton with the white guy.

I reckon that white guy was controlled by the unspoken rules of the cotton farm.

Forget it, I'll just observe for another day!

So, Xu Feng happily decided to fight the evil spirit for the remote control.

As the warden of the Order faction, he has contained so many monstrous creatures. What's wrong with relaxing a bit? Is there a problem?

Let the music play and the dancing continue!

Ren Ya, standing to the other side, was also speechless as he looked at the cotton field.

He couldn't understand why these newly emerged calamities were becoming more and more abstract, and why they were trying to destroy the world by tormenting people.

At the scale of this cotton field, it only tortures 10 white guys at a time. At this rate, it could torture the people of the United States for hundreds of years or even not finish them all.

The efficiency is just too low.

Not to mention the destruction of the world.

Ren Ya was at his wit's end; he was practically ready to put on a mask of anguish.

Time flies, and the next day arrived quietly.

If the cotton field was previously only the size of a football field, this time it has become the size of ten football fields.

As Xu Feng watched the live news broadcast, his pupils shrank. This cotton field was no ordinary place; it stretched to the size of ten football fields.

If he remembers correctly, there were several buildings in that location, but they all turned into cotton fields.

This ability to directly alter the landscape indicates that this monstrous object is no ordinary creature.

Moreover, there were only ten people picking cotton yesterday, but now the number has increased to one hundred.

People of all races are included, and they are treated equally.

However, to Xu Feng's surprise, the white guy from yesterday seemed to have disappeared, and the cotton picker from yesterday had also vanished.

They were all new faces.

The Hajihei journalist resumed his reporting from the cotton fields:

"Looks like the white guy from yesterday has finished his life experience and gone home."

Then the report began, with the Hajihei journalist expressing disbelief at the sudden increase in the size of the cotton field.

Xu Feng's expression turned serious.

He didn't believe the strange creature could be so benevolent, so he let the white man leave.

It was most likely wiped out by the cotton farms.

The anomaly is not unsolvable. The reason the white guy was wiped out was most likely because he failed to complete his cotton-picking quota, and all ten people were wiped out.

There are only two possibilities: either one person fails to meet their quota, in which case everyone else will be eliminated.

Another approach is to have a total team target; if this target is not met, everyone will be eliminated.

Xu Feng felt that the latter was more likely, as the former was too unsolvable, as it would always involve the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled, making it impossible to meet the quota, which would then lead to the cotton farm being expanded again.

If there's really no solution, then what's the point of talking? Just give it to them.

Therefore, Xu Feng guessed that it was most likely a team metric.

Assuming the farm doesn't expand once team targets are met, everyone will live in peace.

If the team's targets are not met, the farm will be expanded tenfold, everyone will be wiped out, and ten times the number of people will be recruited to continue to meet the targets.

Hmm! This thing seems a bit tricky.

Xu Feng wanted to stay home and watch cartoons instead of facing such a thorny problem.

Suddenly, a mind-blowing idea surged into Xu Feng's mind.

Or... why not just send Lian Hongying over to pick cotton!

As the chosen one, she will surely be able to easily meet the cotton-picking targets, preventing the farm from expanding further.