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

[Ahhh! Streamer, you're finally streaming!]

Do you know how I got through this week?

[You walked here, didn't you? Or did you die here?]

【I**】

[Host, host, tell me quickly! I want to know how the God of War achieved his godhood at the age of eighteen!]

[Tsk, first there was the eighteen-year-old Dragon King, now there's the eighteen-year-old War God.]

And who are you all?

What were you doing when you were eighteen?

【…】

[Hey upstairs, don't make me slap you when I'm happiest!]

Aikun appeared again in the live broadcast room.

This time, he was holding a folding fan again.

With a gentle wave of the folding fan, the smile on his face remained the same familiar slyness.

"Alright, alright!"

"This time, the host will tell you the story of the God of War in the most straightforward, direct, and unambiguous way!"

【? ? ? 】

[Has the AI-powered livestreamer become sentient?]

[Whoever you are, get off our pigeon!]

"Hahaha……"

Aikun laughed for a while.

But soon, the playful look in his eyes disappeared.

He snapped the folding fan shut with a "whoosh".

For a moment, the lights in the live stream seemed to dim.

He raised his hand and gestured to the side.

"Staff, bring the artifacts!"

Off-camera, a hand wearing a white glove slowly reaches into the frame.

A transparent, sealed box was solemnly handed to Ai Kun.

Aikun took the box and pointed it at the camera.

"My dears, this tiger tally is also one of the burial objects unearthed from the Holy Master's tomb."

"After comparing the information several times, we are 100% certain that this is the identity document of the God of War!"

The camera slowly zooms in.

Inside the sealed box lay half of a tiger tally.

It is entirely black gold.

The tiger's head was raised, its fangs exposed.

The edges of the talisman showed signs of being eroded by war, and a layer of dark blood condensed in the grooves.

Five thousand years later, the bloodstains have not faded.

I'm so cool! So handsome!

This tiger tally is incredibly cool, several levels above the Dragon King Ring!

On the playground.

Someone's rice bowl slammed to the ground with a loud crash.

Soup splashed all over my shoe.

The man didn't even bother to look down, his voice trembling.

"Quick...look!"

"That tiger tally, doesn't it look a bit like the one that the labor committee member from Class 9 wears around his waist?"

No one responded.

Because everyone's eyes had already fallen on Lu Ming's waist.

There was a black rope tied there, and below the rope hung a complete tiger tally.

Tiger head, fangs, and patterns on the body of the talisman.

It was almost identical to the fragmented symbols in the sky.

The only difference was that the tiger tally at Lu Ming's waist was intact, its dark gold surface gleaming from years of handling.

Outside of Class 9, all the students swallowed hard.

They dared not think any further.

They were even less willing to accept that answer.

Just half a day ago, they thought Class 9 was the worst class.

Half a day later, Class 9 produced the Dragon King.

Now, another war god has emerged?

Who could stand this?

At the same time.

On the deck of a giant cruise ship heading towards North American waters.

The sea breeze howled.

Long Aotian stood at the bow of the ship, looking at the domineering tiger tally in the sky, and then looked down at the dark ring on his hand.

He was silent for two seconds, then turned to look at Suzaku.

"Aunt Sparrow".

"After this operation is over, get me a nicer ring."

Zhuque leaned against the railing, her red dress fluttering gently in the sea breeze.

She tossed her hair and smiled with captivating charm.

"Sure, whatever our Dragon King wants, Auntie will arrange it for you."

She suddenly took half a step forward and lowered her voice.

"However, Your Majesty, what Aunt Sparrow wants, you..."

Long Aotian's eye twitched almost imperceptibly.

He subtly stepped aside and turned to walk towards the cabin.

"Um."

"Actually, the Dragon King Ring is quite unique, so there's no need to make it again."

The Vermilion Bird stood frozen in place.

The sea breeze blows.

She watched Long Aotian's retreating figure grow faster and faster, her teeth practically grinding to powder.

"You brat!"

"How utterly clueless about romance!"

She grew angrier the more she thought about it, and pulled out her phone.

"Phoenix Guard".

"Continue to suppress the Leng family."

"Don't kill him."

"But it's as disgusting as it gets."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

He then responded respectfully.

"yes!"

Suzaku felt a little better and looked up at the sky again.

In the sky.

Ai Kun's voice continued to ring out.

"The God of War, whose real name is Lu Ming."

"The labor committee member of Class 9, Grade 12!"

"Based on cross-referencing of unearthed archives and burial records, we can confirm that this war god transferred to Class 9 during his senior year of high school."

"As for the reason for transferring schools, can you guys guess why?"

"The answer will be revealed by the host later~"

[666, here we go again with this tactic!]

I wish the streamer would only say half of what they mean and that their lifespan would be shortened by 10,000 years.

[Then I wish the anchor will only say half of what they mean and never have a spouse.]

【Hahaha……】

It seems everyone is still haunted by the Dragon King from last episode.

Since none of you dare, then let me do it!

[I'm betting that if the God of War transfers here, he definitely won't be able to stand the all-male military life and will run off to maintain a large sword!]

[Hiss... The person upstairs is right. The army is full of rough men, and an eighteen-year-old war god is in his prime, full of vigor and vitality. Besides, judging from the Dragon King's outrageous actions last time...]

This unconventional guess might actually be the answer!

I'll bet!

[You guys have a lot of words, I'll join in too!]

【Hahaha……】

The comments were as lighthearted as during Chinese New Year.

The playground was eerily quiet.

The students who had just been shouting about unfairness were now stiff as a board.

Wang Hu's face turned deathly pale.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Lu Ming.

The class labor committee member from Class 9, whom he had once defeated in a class competition, was still standing quietly.

But the quieter it was, the more unsettling it became.

"no……"

Some people's lips trembled.

"This useless... this Class 9 labor committee member, is he really a war god?"

"I just cursed at him. Will I get dragged off and shot?"

Wang Hu's legs and stomach felt weak in waves.

Looking at the soldiers of the First Division of the State Protection Army around him, who were trying not to laugh, he wished he could bury himself in the parade ground on the spot.

"It's over."

"What kind of god did I pick...?"

"puff……"

Yan Cong finally couldn't hold back any longer.

He clutched his stomach, laughing so hard he bent over.

"Hahahahaha!"

"Old Ye, help me! I can't hold on any longer!"

Ye Chen stood to the side, a wild grin spreading across his face.

"Don't laugh too loudly, I'm afraid they can't stand it."

Yan Cong wiped away the tears that had welled up in his eyes from laughing.

"I know."

"But I can't help it!"