In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

Chapter 178 *Searching for command blocks*

Then, the raggedly dressed girl rushed towards Lu Mingfei and threw herself into his arms.

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Her clothes looked rather thin, and Lu Mingfei didn't even dare to touch her, afraid of accidentally hurting her.

And so, the two embraced.

Lu Mingfei had intended to let her hug him for a while until she calmed down before discussing other things. However, he hadn't expected that Tiamat wouldn't be content with just a hug. As she was being held, she began to fidget restlessly, squirming in his arms. Lu Mingfei's expression instantly changed; he realized this was inappropriate and immediately grabbed her shoulders, gently pulling her away. "Alright, let's talk this out. Don't hug and cuddle like this. Men and women shouldn't be so close, you know?"

"Besides, even if you're trying to extort something, I don't have anything—I only have a few credits, and I even have to support a family of elves, so I don't have much to give you."

Almost subconsciously, Lu Mingfei started rambling on and on, but that didn't stop him from observing the character who had thrown him into disarray the moment he appeared.

Her petite stature was evident from the card illustration, but Lu Mingfei only realized just how small she was after being summoned in reality—

She doesn't look very old, and she's even shorter than him!

Lu Mingfei subconsciously changed his posture, put his hands under her ribs, weighed her with his hands, and then got up and put her on the chair.

Then I walked around the room twice.

"Alright." Lu Mingfei pouted, disappointed that there was no telephone or anything like that in the house. "By the way, what are you doing here?"

The girl with enormous horns tilted her head in confusion. Lu Mingfei was worried she would lose her balance and roll around on the ground: "@%#@————"

Lu Mingfei's face immediately stiffened.

I can't understand it at all.

This was the first time he had ever had such an experience. The translation of the comprehensive network—or rather, a perpetual [language proficiency] and [eloquence]—covered all non-mysterious texts and languages. Even the language of Saint Marian or a dialect that was about to be lost in some unknown corner of the earth could be understood by Lu Mingfei, and he could even speak it in some clever ways.

Lu Mingfei's translation will only fail in two situations:

Firstly, there are languages ​​that lack a fully developed grammar and vocabulary. This mainly refers to various animals and primitive people whose languages ​​contain many primitive elements, to the point that even online translators cannot handle them. After all, translating such languages ​​is akin to creating a new language. Of course, this isn't a problem for online translators, but they are not obligated to provide everyone with this level of resources.

Secondly, this language contains an extremely large amount of magic, to the point that simply understanding or speaking it can cause a magical effect.

"So, she speaks a language with mystical effects? That's normal, after all, she's a mythical creature—" Lu Mingfei gradually suppressed his surprise and expressed his understanding.

"What do you mean by mythology?"

"Not myths, but mythical creatures—in fact, I prefer to call them end-of-the-world creatures." Each mythical creature actually signifies the end or transformation of a race, bringing with it a struggle that exists only in mythology, a struggle often destined to fail.

Ron quickly put on the blindfold covering his right eye, and in the darkness, he saw the warrior in red helmet and armor. He was as serious as ever, even more so than usual. "So, what does this have to do with me? Does it represent the end of humanity?"

"How could that be? It's not that exaggerated." The red-armored warrior couldn't help but chuckle. "I didn't mean the end. I meant, do you know what the birth of a mythical creature means?"

Before Rong En could say anything more, the red-armored warrior spread his arms wide, his face beaming with excitement: "The birth of a mythical creature signifies a war that will leave its mark on history!"

"Amidst the flames of war, we will be able to climb higher and higher, step by step, over the remains of those who fought on both sides!"

"Ha, forget it." Ron shook his head, took off his blindfold, and stopped looking at the darkness that presented the red-clad warrior.

"What? What do you mean by 'let it go'?"

Before Rong En could even take a step away, a red mist enveloped his vision, completely obscuring it: "Brother, we can't let this go! If we can get a ticket to this war, even just scraps on the sidelines will be enough for us to grow to the level of those who stand shoulder to shoulder with us—"

"Okay, I can't match the professors, but I can definitely match those top students who can stay at the university for research."

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"Don't you want to grow into the top student in the academy? To step on all your peers and receive their fervent admiration?"

Why would I do that?

Rong En frowned deeply—while the help and encouragement he had given these past few days were in line with the guidance he had received from his seniors during the activities, such blatant interference went far beyond the scope of that guidance.

Although he had never seen it with his own eyes, his adoptive father had never tired of telling him stories about demons since he was a child. Well, Rong En couldn't say he was annoyed; he even enjoyed listening to Rong En tell him all sorts of stories about demons.

Among them are stories of clever people finding loopholes in the devil's contract, finding the Holy Church in advance to kill the devil, and stories of mediocre people gradually becoming addicted to the pleasure given by the devil and stepping into the abyss.

Comparing the two, Rong En naturally remembered how a smart person should deal with a demon, and why a mediocre person was dragged down by a demon.

Having been exposed to this kind of environment so often, Rong En was confident that among all the new students, he was definitely the one who knew the most about the devil—

He knew, of course, that one of the most common methods of the devil was to hide in various magical artifacts, pretending to be a "spirit of the artifact," a "sealed giant spirit," or even an ancestor himself.

If it weren't for the fact that this red-clad warrior was someone Ron had summoned from the Halloween event by activating the magic circle, he wouldn't have been able to build trust so quickly.

But now, it seems he really should have been more vigilant?

"You'd better give me a reason, or I'll—"

What will I do?

The next moment, Rong En's eyes went blank.

"Honestly, he's arguing with me. I don't remember him being this alert—" The red-armored warrior adjusted his helmet, leaned close to Ron's ear, and began to speak: "Ron, listen to me, the birth of an epic creature is a very important event."

"In any case, He is going to destroy a civilization. Shouldn't you protect that civilization before that happens?"

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