The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

at the same time.

Conference room in the administration building.

Once the soundproof door was closed, the noise from the playground was immediately blocked out.

Outside the window, the setting sun bathed the campus in its glow, but inside, the silence was somewhat oppressive.

Lu Ming sat on the sofa, holding a cup of tea in his hand, but didn't drink it for a long time.

The rising steam from the tea blurred his vision.

Ye Long stood with his hands behind his back in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

He had changed out of his blood-red uniform and was now only wearing the regular uniform of the First Division of the State.

But the oppressive feeling of emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood still made the entire conference room feel heavy.

After a moment of silence.

Ye Long spoke.

"Ming'er".

"You said you were going to disappear for a while to go find someone."

He turned around and looked at Lu Ming.

"Have you found it yet?"

Lu Ming tightened his grip on the teacup, causing the tea inside to ripple slightly.

"no."

Ye Long looked at him with a complicated expression.

He did not blame him.

But there were some things he had to say.

"In the year you were away from the Northern Frontier, demonic beasts attempted to break through the pass three times."

Lu Ming's breathing paused slightly.

Ye Long lowered his voice.

"Your Uncle Huang and Uncle Yang are leading the Zhenguo Army to provide support."

"In the end, to stop the beast tide, they stayed outside the northern border."

The conference room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Lu Ming lowered his head, the tea mist hitting his eyes, making them sting.

Uncle Huang.

Uncle Yang.

The two names are like dull knives, cutting into my heart again and again.

Suddenly, images from many years ago flashed into his mind.

That year, he had just been sent to Zhenguo First Normal School. He was covered in injuries and as thin as a stick.

A burly man stuffed a chicken leg into his bowl and laughed heartily, patting his chest.

"Little Lu! From now on, if anyone dares to bully you, just say it's your Uncle Huang!"

"I'll beat him to a pulp!"

The tall, thin man next to him sneered.

"Stop bragging."

Then, he rubbed Lu Ming's head.

"Kid, I pulled you out of the river with your life."

"It should be cherished."

in the river.

Lu Ming closed his eyes.

Even more distant memories came flooding back.

A dilapidated alley, a moldy trash can, and a dirty little hand tightly clutching the hem of his clothes.

That is his sister.

They rummaged through trash together on the street, sought shelter from the rain together, and were chased by stray dogs together.

Whenever they encountered danger, she would hide behind him.

It was tiny, trembling violently, yet it never let go.

Later, they encountered a group of human traffickers.

He pushed his sister into the narrow alleyway and let her run.

He turned around and pounced on her.

He remembered the pain of the fists hitting his body, the cold knife, and the suffocating feeling of water filling his lungs when he was thrown into the river.

When I woke up again.

He saw Uncle Yang.

He grew up at Zhenguo No. 1 Normal School after that.

At sixteen, I request to be transferred to the North.

At eighteen, he slew his first demon king-level ferocious beast amidst a beast tide.

From then on, the Northern Army had one more name—God of War.

In two years, he fought his way up from Grandmaster to Grandmaster.

People call him the God of War who protects the nation.

But only he himself knew.

He initially picked up the knife simply because he wanted to find his sister who had run away in the rainy night.

Lu Ming opened his eyes, his voice hoarse.

"Uncle Ye, I will go back."

"I have never let go of the North."

"But this is the only clue she has left."

Give me a little more time.

Ye Long looked at him.

for a long time.

This division commander, who was decisive and ruthless on the battlefield, could only sigh in the end.

He walked over to Lu Ming and patted him on the shoulder.

I'm not forcing you.

"It's just that the children in the North need you."

"They need a war god."

Lu Ming's Adam's apple bobbed, but he remained silent.

Ye Long withdrew his hand and suddenly smiled.

Let's not talk about this anymore.

"Walk."

"Go and see if the cooking skills of our Zhenguo First Normal School have changed."

Lu Ming looked up.

"Uncle Ye..."

"Eh."

Ye Long interrupted him directly, put his arm around his shoulder, and walked out.

"By the way, it's been a long time since you've had a meal from the Zhenguo First Division's communal kitchen, hasn't it?"

Lu Ming was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"It's been two years."

"Hahaha!"

Ye Long laughed loudly.

"Then you'd better eat your fill this meal."

"Otherwise, who knows when we'll get to eat it again!"

Lu Ming looked at him, and a faint smile finally appeared on his lips.

"it is good."

Just as the two reached the edge of the playground, Ye Long suddenly raised an eyebrow.

"Um?"

"It looks like there's something interesting to watch up ahead."

On the other side of the playground, a large crowd had already gathered.

Ye Chuhao had just led Xingyao downstairs when he saw the commotion over there.

Quarrel.

very noisy.

And a lot of people are still shouting "It's unfair!"

His eyes lit up immediately.

"Let's go, let's go."

"Let's go eat some melon seeds."

He pulled Xingyao and they squeezed into the crowd.

Xingyao's steps faltered as he led her, and the temperature that had just dropped in her ears rose again.

"Slow down, slow down..."

"Eat melons while they're hot."

The two squeezed their way to the front row.

The playground was already surrounded by students.

A squad of soldiers from the First Division of the State Protection Army stood in the inner circle, temporarily clearing a space.

In the arena, Yan Cong and Ye Chen, who had disguised himself, stood side by side.

Opposite them was a group of burly men from the neighboring Class 8, each with broad shoulders and thick waists, their faces full of resentment.

The one in the lead was nearly 1.9 meters tall, with arms thicker than the thighs of an average student, and he was glaring at Class 9 with red eyes.

Ye Chuhao patted the shoulder of a student next to him.

"Dude, what just happened?"

The student didn't even turn his head, his tone incredibly sarcastic.

"Look, do you see that new cafeteria?"

Ye Chuhao looked in that direction.

The cafeteria wasn't big; it was about the size of a classroom.

The aroma inside was enticing, with the scent of meat mingling with the fragrance of the spirit wafting out.

Many students from Class 9 were sitting inside, playing on their phones while eating meat.

Han Li held the basin and silently stuffed meat into his mouth.

Lin Fan lowered his head and ate his rice, moving so quickly it was as if he was afraid someone would snatch it from him.

Zhuge Wang, while waving his feather fan, slowly and methodically picked out the tenderest pieces of meat.

Ye Chuhao raised an eyebrow.

"and then?"

The student's voice immediately rose.

"Those soldiers said that's the canteen exclusively for Class 9 of the third year of high school!"

"No other classes are allowed in!"

Ye Chuhao blinked.

"So that's why you started arguing?"

"Of course not!"

The student became increasingly angry as he spoke.

"Didn't you see? Those bastards in Class 9 are eating better than us!"

"I heard it's all meat from ferocious beasts at the half-step demon king level!"

"You can keep scooping it up after you finish eating!"

"What are we eating?"

He raised the rice bowl in his hand.

There were two pieces of meat lying there all alone.

"Demon General level!"

"Each person can only receive two dollars!"

"Isn't that infuriating?!"

Ye Chuhao did not answer immediately.

He quietly leaned close to Xingyao's ear and whispered.

"Little stutterer, how are monster ranks divided again?"

Xingyao trembled, the hot breath on her ear almost making her lose her balance.

She bit her lip, trying to keep her voice normal.

"It's similar to... similar to the human realm, with a total of nine levels."

"Demon Soldier, Demon General, Demon Lord, Great Demon Lord, Half-Step Demon King, Demon King, Great Demon King, Heavenly Demon, Demon Saint."

Ye Chuhao seemed to be deep in thought.

"oh."

He moved back to the student's side.

"Brother, it's only a difference of two realms, right? Is the difference that big?"