The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Meanwhile, Tom had begun to gather some initial intelligence about the area surrounding the capital.

Therefore, Xu Feng gained a general understanding of some of the reclusive powerhouses in the capital.

Xu Feng also obtained a crucial piece of information from Tom.

Magical tools allow people who cannot use magic to use magic directly.

It seems I need to get my hands on a magical artifact, since dungeon rules are ever-changing.

The previous dungeon might have been something like an amnesia or mist dungeon, but the next dungeon might directly restrict flying or simply set a physical constitution cap.

He was transformed into a mortal with only one or two points of physical constitution.

Having magical tools could greatly raise the bar.

After all, Xu Feng went too far in the last instance, flying through the air and teleporting stars with his bare hands.

Based on the dungeon's matchmaking mechanism, the rules for the next survival dungeon will most likely include some restrictions based on its strengths.

It's like if you often play the humorous signal man game, the more you play, the more you'll find that either your teammates ban it or the enemy team bans it.

This targeted mechanism is quite similar to that of pesticides.

Xu Feng sometimes even suspected that the operation behind this instance was actually the work of a botted game developer.

Therefore, magical tools are a must-have, and the more the better.

If the next level of the game restricts physical constitution, magical artifacts, or summoned creatures, he will have no other options and people might really be at a loss.

Therefore, he had to have a backup plan.

My college life these past few days has been relatively peaceful, consisting mainly of attending classes, cooking, and dating Annabelle.

A college life that embodies the ultimate in fulfilling and vibrant experiences.

It's worth mentioning that the moon has been getting increasingly red these past few days.

On this day, as Xu Feng was holding the skeleton and whispering sweet nothings to it, there was another knock on the door.

In the past few days, the vampire castle has been completely transformed into a gloomy and terrifying student dormitory by its own elite pseudo-people.

Ok……

Don't ask why it's still a gloomy and terrifying style; it's because pseudo-people like this style, and Xu Feng likes it too.

Hearing the knock, Xu Feng coughed twice and spoke in a deep, magnetic, mature voice:

"Come in!"

Tom pushed open the door and came in, immediately kneeling on one knee.

Xu Feng assumed Tom had gotten his hands on the magical artifact, so he pretended to be serious and said:

"What is it?"

"My lord, we have run out of funds."

Upon hearing the words "no funding," Xu Feng almost lost his composure and elegance.

How long has it been since?

How come there's no funding?

Is it really far from enough for our limited modern resources to support the activities of a large organization?

Upon hearing this, Xu Feng's face remained expressionless; he simply spoke in a deliberately profound tone:

"Alright, I understand. You may leave."

"Understood, my lord."

Tom then retreated with a respectful expression.

It's true that even a hero can be brought down by a lack of money!

Xu Feng, as the leader of a huge organization, couldn't even produce a single copper coin.

Although his God-chosen Space contains millions of ghost money and countless RMB.

But since the monetary systems are not interconnected, there's nothing he can do.

With these thoughts in mind, Xu Feng hugged the skeleton and lay down on the bed, preparing to drift peacefully into sleep.

However, Xu Feng, who had just closed his eyes, suddenly opened them halfway through his sleep.

wrong!

Such a large vampire castle must have a treasure room for storing treasures, right?

According to the settings of Western fantasy novels, ancient vampire castles with long lifespans usually hide vast amounts of wealth that even dragons would envy.

Elder Nicholas of the vampire clan left in such a hurry that he certainly didn't have time to take their wealth with him!

If you search carefully within the vampire castle, you should be able to easily find the vampire's hidden treasure vault.

They say there's always an antidote within seven steps in dungeons, and it seems that's really true!

Thinking this through, Xu Feng considerately covered the skeleton with the blanket, gave an elegant and gentlemanly bow, and said softly:

"Beautiful lady, please excuse me."

Then, Xu Feng began to explore the vampire castle.

The money matter made Xu Feng completely forget about the Thousand-Year Blood Moon.

The moon was exceptionally crimson that night.

What Xu Feng didn't know was that no sooner had he left the vampire queen's palace than the skeleton lying on the bed began to grow flesh and blood at an alarming rate.

First the heart, then the internal organs, and finally, at a speed visible to the naked eye, the girl's beautifully curved but barren figure was completely reconstructed.

Um... because it's too full and won't pass censorship, so you know what I mean.

Meanwhile, the Ninth True Ancestor, Feld, who was having dinner with a red-haired doll under the blood moon, was swirling the red wine in his glass that was stained with the girl's blood.

As Feld elegantly savored his bloody steak, gazing at the crimson moon outside the window, he couldn't help but sigh:

"The blood moon is so beautiful tonight, Floria!"

However, only deathly silence responded to the Ninth True Ancestor of the Vampire Clan.

Just as the Ninth Ancestor Feld was smugly certain that Floria could not be resurrected.

A rustling sound came from the doll.

Feld stared wide-eyed at the doll in disbelief.

His face was filled with disbelief.

Because he discovered that the primal power he had absorbed from Floria was rapidly dissipating at an incredible speed.

The flesh and blood of the doll before him were also rapidly decaying, and finally turned into ashes right before his eyes.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible! Filoria, my Filoria, how could you possibly be resurrected? Don't go, don't go! Isn't it better for Filoria and what I possess to become one?"

At this moment, Feld, like a stray dog, clung to the remains of the doll, desperately trying to stop the loss of the vampire queen's power within him...

Like an incompetent husband, he can do nothing.

In the very end, thanks to Feld's desperate efforts, one-third of the vampire queen's original power was left within his body.

Feld stood up with a gloomy expression:

"A vampire queen with only two-thirds of her power remaining? With my current strength, I should be able to easily bring Filoria back and make her my eternally beautiful doll, right?"

"My Floria, wait for me, I'm coming to bring the real you back."

As Feld spoke, an extremely morbid possessiveness flashed in his eyes.

…………

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in the vampire castle at the Canary Royal Magic Academy, in the Queen's bedroom.

The red-haired Sleeping Beauty, now covered in flesh and blood, suddenly opened her ruby-red eyes.

The red-haired Sleeping Beauty sat up, her long, crimson hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall.

Her slender and graceful figure, under the blood moon, was as enchanting as a piece of beautiful jade.

A hint of pain flashed across her serene and beautiful face.

Her crimson eyes held pain, confusion, and a hint of resentment as she murmured softly in her clear, melodious, childlike voice:

"Felder..."