The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Xu Feng thought for a moment, then looked at his own terror level. Perhaps he could go and see if there were any other solutions.

The cotton farm is unlikely to be able to do anything to him, considering he has two terrifying levels of calamity stacked on him.

This cotton farm is probably no match for me.

Without hesitation, Xu Feng stepped onto the sonic boom cloud and landed in mid-air, his feet touching the ground as he gazed at the soft, fluffy, and boundless white cotton field.

The entire cotton farm stretches out on a vast expanse, as boundless as eleven football fields pieced together.

Pure white cotton wool spread across the mountains and fields to the horizon, swaying slightly even without wind. The whole world was excessively quiet, with not a single extra sound to be heard.

In the vast cotton field, a hundred people stood bent over, densely packed in various places, each mechanically and numbly repeating the action of picking cotton.

They looked terrified, heads bowed, silent, their fingertips constantly picking plump, snow-white cotton bolls, day after day, numb and wooden.

The entire area was oppressive and deathly still, as if it were firmly imprisoned and shrouded by an invisible layer of rules.

Xu Feng walked slowly through the cotton fields, his gaze sweeping across this boundless expanse of pure white. He then asked a question to the people working in front of him.

Inquire about the farm's rules, work quotas, and any hidden secrets.

No matter how many times he asked, or how many people he passed by bending down to pick cotton, all he ever received was a deathly silence.

They seemed afraid to answer, as if answering would trigger some extremely terrifying rule.

Ignoring the questions that were being asked, she kept her head down and kept picking cotton.

Xu Feng took it all in and understood.

This cotton farm probably has some hidden characteristics; once you answer a question, you'll be directly erased.

The farm is currently full, and the cotton farm will not be taking in any more farmers.

Only when the cotton farms expand a second time will these people be eliminated because the cotton they picked did not meet the standards.

Only by bringing people back in might we be able to uncover the truth.

Thinking this through, Xu Feng took out Da Lang's phone and dialed Lian Hongying's number:

"Xiao Lian? I found you a new job. How about picking cotton?"

Lian Hongying looked puzzled on the other end of the phone, wondering what was wrong with the warden this time.

Lian Hongying took the smartphone and saw that next to Xu Feng's report on the strange objects, there was a remote control, and the office TV was playing Makka Pakka.

Lian Hongying was speechless and turned off the TV with the remote.

She picked up the report on the strange occurrences at the cotton farm and began to read it.

Lian Hongying immediately realized that the warden wanted her to meet the team targets for the cotton farm so that the cotton farm would not continue to expand.

As expected of the warden, he found a solution so quickly.

However, Lian Hongying's lips twitched slightly. This warden actually wanted her, the chosen one of the strategy team, to pick cotton.

Most of the chosen ones from the Order faction are still here, but they don't have any top-tier combat power.

Why not just send a few chosen ones over to pick cotton?

Lian Hongying was speechless. She felt that the warden seemed both reliable and unreliable.

Thinking this through, Lian Hongying replied:

"Warden, I can send you some skilled men to stop the cotton farms from spreading further."

Xu Feng nodded, thinking that Xiao Lian, as a chosen one, should have some helpers, right?

Soon, several Chosen Ones from the Order arrived at the scene by helicopter.

Looking at Xu Feng, who stood in the center of the field exuding a strong sense of oppression, with the warden's cloak fluttering in the wind, and the menacing demon on his back.

These chosen ones were almost scared to tears.

Who is this good person carrying an evil spirit around?

Is this really necessary?

Xu Feng gave them the order to wait here until midnight.

Yang Fan and the others exchanged glances. Although they knew that something bad was going to happen to them, they could only smile bitterly and nod in agreement.

Just kidding, what if I dared to refuse?

They had no doubt that the warden would rip their heads off and use them as footballs.

Time quickly passed to midnight, as expected.

As expected, those who picked cotton failed to meet the team's targets and, as if erased by an eraser, let out a mournful howl.

The cotton farm expanded tenfold again, covering even more areas.

A sense of crisis suddenly welled up in the hearts of these chosen ones; it was too late for them to escape.

They were forcibly tied to the farm as farmers.

Seeing these Chosen Ones with a constitution of 10-20 become farmers, he knew that the cotton farm was most likely under restriction.

At the same time, a faint voice came from behind.

[The cotton farm wants to bind the Bloodthirsty Gentleman to the role of a farmer.]

[Terror level assessment in progress]

[Cotton Farm, Horror Level: 35]

[Bloody Gentleman, Horror Rating: 125 (110)]

[The Bloodstained Gentleman Refuses to Be a Farmer.]

This predictable assessment put Xu Feng at ease; indeed, a high terror level was useful.

Yang Fan and the others looked rather grim, and quickly said:

"Warden, we've been tied to the farm!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Feng nodded and said:

"It's alright, you can stay here and pick cotton for the next six months!"

Yang Fan and the others were dumbfounded. What the heck?

Are you suggesting that we, the chosen ones of God, should pick cotton for six months?

Did something go wrong?

Everything was as Xu Feng had predicted.

It now appears that the problems with the cotton farms have been completely resolved.

With that thought in mind, Xu Feng stepped on his right foot with his left and soared into the sky, flying away on the sonic boom cloud.

What Xu Feng didn't notice was...

Because its terror level is lower than that of the humanoid demons in the cotton farm.

As a matter of course, the farm forcibly kept it there. The humanoid demon looked at Xu Feng, who was soaring into the sky, and stretched out its hand. It wanted to go back and watch TV with Xu Feng.

The humanoid demon roared in desperation, as if shouting:

"I haven't boarded the bus yet!"

However, the sonic boom Xu Feng created was too loud, and he didn't hear it at all, nor did he notice that the demon on the cross behind him had disappeared.

Meanwhile, viewers in the live stream started discussing it.

Testicular War God (Hua): "Hey~ Bloody Gentleman, you underestimated the Disaster Monster too much. The Disaster Monster will punish every one of you who underestimates it."

"This cotton farm is the most unsolvable calamity. Its unsolvable nature lies not only in its tenfold spread speed, but also in its ever-increasing team indicators."

"As farmers, picking one pound of cotton today might be enough, but if we have to pick ten pounds of cotton tomorrow, and the team doesn't meet the target, everyone will be eliminated and a new round of multiplying by ten will begin."

"From the moment this monstrous object appeared, it became very difficult for us to win..."

BabyBus (Chinese): "Holy crap, this cotton farm is just too unsolvable! How is the Bloody Gentleman supposed to win?"