Lu Mingfei, become the King of Elden!

Chapter 220 Ricardo M. Lu, you have 1 unread email.
Sunlight streamed in obliquely through the window, falling on the bedding and pillows, and overhead. The air conditioner continued to work diligently, carrying away the sweltering heat from the room.

Lu Mingfei groggily opened his eyes, looked at the sunlight streaming in, and thought about how he had forgotten to close the curtains again last night. He also thought that living alone was truly paradise, where he could sleep as late as he wanted without anyone disturbing him.

So he turned over and prepared to go back to sleep.

Ding dong.

The computer beeped.

can not fall asleep.

Lu Mingfei yawned as he got up, took his hand down from his crotch, stretched, and stood up.

More than a week has passed since he returned from the border area.

Lu Mingfei's life this week can be described as decadent.

Compared to the borderlands, which had nothing and were still in the Middle Ages, Earth's environment was practically a greenhouse.

No one here is rushing you to do this or that, there are no crazy soldiers or monsters, no one will suddenly rush out of the darkness and kill you, no one is saying riddles like "become king", and there is no supernatural power, okay, there is still that.

Lu Mingfei, with a toothbrush in his mouth, casually sat down at the computer desk and turned on the screen, which was still on but in sleep mode.

“Ricardo M. Lu, you have 1 unread email.”

A new window pops up on the screen.

Ricardo:

According to your admission information, you were born on July 17, 1991, and you are turning 19 today.

On this important day, on behalf of Rector Hilbert Jean Angers and all the professors on the Academic Committee, I wish you a happy birthday.

Thank you for studying at Kassel College and for sharing wonderful times with us. It's an honor to grow together with you.

You are sincere, Norma.

P.S. According to school rules, students celebrating their birthdays can receive a free birthday cake at the college cafeteria. However, since you are currently on summer vacation in China, the free birthday cake service is cancelled. Also, the summer term will begin on July 20, 2010. Your transcript from last semester shows that you received two grades of 'D', meaning you failed or did not pass. Therefore, I regret to inform you that you must attend and retake the classes during the summer term. I have already booked your return flight to the main campus; please be prepared to depart at any time.

"Birthday?"

Lu Mingfei was stunned.

19th birthday?
19 years old.
It doesn't feel real at all.

Traveling back and forth between the borderlands and the Earth, Lu Mingfei lived a muddled life, completely unable to distinguish between the two times.

Is he already 19 years old on Earth?
Lu Mingfei glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the screen.

2010/7/17
It's true.
Lu Mingfei shook his head, feeling no sense of reality about his 19th birthday.

After all, his mental age is much older than 19. How much time has it taken for him to grow from both ages?
It's simply impossible to calculate.
A day at the border seems to be longer than on Earth. With the constant backtracking of death, time accumulates and accumulates, it must take at least five, six, seven, or eight years.
He held the toothbrush in his mouth, oblivious to the foam sticking to the corners of his lips, staring blankly at the number on the screen—19.

Nineteen years old.

Ordinary college students may be troubled by failing courses, experiencing joy and sorrow in their love lives, and dreaming about the future under the protection of their parents.

As for him, Lu Mingfei, his mental age had long been blurred by countless life-and-death experiences.

What were 19-year-old heroes doing in history?
At nineteen, Huo Qubing had already achieved the greatest merit in the entire army and was granted the title of Marquis of Champion; at nineteen, Alexander had begun to follow his father, Philip II, in his campaigns, brewing his imperial ambitions; at nineteen, King Zheng of Qin had not yet assumed personal rule, but the lurking tiger was already quietly accumulating power in the deep palace.

Even in this world of mixed races, the nineteen-year-old Principal of Angers might be in the courtyard of Cambridge, basking in the afterglow of the Industrial Revolution alongside legendary predecessors like Meneke Kassel.

And what about Lu Mingfei? He's nineteen years old, and according to Earth's records, he's an S-class freshman at Kassel College, needing to rush back to school to retake his two "D" exams.

In another world, in that borderland where laws are broken and heroes rise up, he is the leader of the Knights of the Lost Land, who kneel before the masses in the city of Stoneville, wielding two swords and followed by the "Stormwings." He is the true ruler who holds the power of life and death over an ancient royal city.

This is more than just magical.

It was a split, a surreal dream that even he himself found twitching when he thought about it.

On one side was the email notification of failing a course and needing to retake it; on the other side were fragments of memories from the intersection. The two were roughly pieced together on the morning of his nineteenth birthday.

He went into the toilet, spat out the foam, and splashed water on his face, trying to shake off the feeling of unreality.

Water droplets dripped down his chin, and the person in the mirror had a somewhat dazed look in his eyes. The face still retained the outline of a young man, but his eyes held a weathered look that only he himself could understand.

"Really..."

He muttered something under his breath.

"It's like children playing house."

However, Lu Mingfei still enjoys this kind of campus life.

He was like a traveler from another world, wielding immense power as he walked among the sheep.

He was tired of killing and battlefields. Life in Kassel, that childlike existence, wasn't so bad after all.

Peace. Isn't that good?
He could wander around the campus, freely admiring the beautiful faces and figures of the mixed-race girls, and use his money to buy all sorts of modern products that didn't exist in the border region. Occasionally, he might also accept tasks assigned by his subordinates to add some variety to his life.

In short, he, Lu Mingfei, was going to enjoy himself to the fullest.

"Sometimes I really don't know which side of the indigenous people I belong to."

Lu Mingfei was about to shut down his computer and go out to find something to eat.

My phone beeped; a text message had arrived.

Happy birthday, Chu Zihang.

It's as simple as my senior's expressionless face.

That's not surprising.

The two are now inseparable; they met just a few days ago, and Young Master Chu is even Xiao Lu's landlord now.

It's quite normal for Chu Zihang to remember his birthday.

Ding.

"Lu Mingfei, is this your phone number? This is Chen Wenwen. The Literature Club is having lunch at Sophia Pizza Restaurant at 11:30 today. If you receive this text message, please come along."

Chen Wenwen. Literary Society Gathering?
Lu Mingfei was slightly taken aback. He pondered for a while before the face of that literary girl who liked to wear white dresses slowly appeared in his mind.

As for the literary society, that seems like something from the last century.
Do you want to go?
But once we get there, what should we do?

Listen to those guys bragging about themselves? Or should you dress up in understated yet sophisticated attire, and wear gifts from your ardent female fans, like a Vacheron Constantin watch?
Lu Mingfei was not interested.

He found it utterly pointless to try and show off in front of those weaklings who could be killed with a single sword strike.

It's a completely different world now.

(End of this chapter)