I am a god-slayer, not your hero.

He slowly reached out and gently patted Michelle's shoulder, the gesture as tender as if he were soothing a frightened little animal.

“Don’t be afraid, I just want to make a deal with you.” Mingxian’s voice suddenly softened, but there was an undeniable threat hidden in that softness. “To prevent you from telling me this, you must also tell me your secret, the kind of secret that leads to social death.”

As he spoke, a virtual window appeared, and the recording began.

……

Silent all night.

The Underworld, the punishment classroom of Rewolf Black Academy.

This is the academy's harshest place of punishment; any intolerable behavior will result in being thrown into this gloomy place.

Thick walls lined both sides of the narrow passageway, dividing the room into sections that resembled a maze.

Apart from the numbers on the doorplates of these rooms, there was no way to find any exit to the outside world.

At this moment, Mingxian stood in the narrow passage, looking unusually refreshed, as if he were in this cold and gloomy place but didn't care about the terrifying atmosphere around him.

Suddenly, a "clattering" sound broke the silence; it was the sound of iron chains being dragged on the ground.

Tengoku Haruka slowly walked out of the narrow cell, wearing a thin school uniform.

The uniform was tattered and barely covered her vital parts. The skirt was gone, and she could only be barely covered by a few scraps of fabric left on the top. The exposed skin was covered with various handprints and other marks.

Her steps were slow and heavy.

The figure swayed gracefully in the dim light, like a warrior about to embark on a journey.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and even breathing became a cautious exercise.

Mingxian, however, seemed completely unconcerned, and looked at Tianwu Yao, "Aren't you going to rest for a bit?"

Tengoro walked through the narrow passage to Mingxian, shook her head and said, "I have something I want to tell you."

"You said."

"First of all, I must remind my master that this kind of thing is utterly shameless..."

"So I ended up in the other world where there was no one, and there were still quite a few cubicles in the punishment classroom."

"I really don't know what to say about deliberately leaving the door open so that we can all hear you." Tengo Haruka coughed lightly, sounding slightly helpless.

how to say?

Since Mingxian returned, his personality has changed drastically.

It can't be said that his personality has changed drastically; he's still the same self-centered person, just more proactive.

She has completely shed her previous image of "having no interest in romance".

On the contrary, they are quite enthusiastic about this kind of thing.

In short, he became lustful.

However, Amagiri Haruka felt this was a minor issue, but...

Tengoro's gaze involuntarily lingered in the cramped cell.

Each small cubicle is like a delicate flowerpot, and the girls are like flowers imprisoned within, each displaying their past experiences in different ways.

Yulis, who was dressed in a gorgeous princess dress, is now ragged and her hands are tightly bound by cold iron chains. She can only barely touch the ground with her toes to support her delicate body, like a phoenix with broken wings.

Ophelia slumped in a dark corner of a cubicle. Her once fearsome face now stared at the ceiling, her eyes empty and lifeless, completely devoid of the chilling aura of the "Lone Poison Witch".

The current state of affairs seems to be an irony of the word "strong," leaving people sighing with regret.

Claudia collapsed onto the cold, damp ground like a lifeless lump of mud. The only warmth she felt seemed to be a reflection of her fate, like cotton candy—sweet yet soft and cloying.

Sylvia was relatively normal, but she sat with her mouth open and eyes closed, leaning helplessly against the cold wall. Her once radiant shoes had been flung into the dimly lit passageway and lay there all alone, as if she had lost something important.

There were a few moments when Amagiri Haruka even wondered if she was going to die.

However, she would always generate some inexplicable strength that allowed her to survive.

This is also what Amagiri Haruka wanted to say: "Master, although it sounds strange, I seem to have become stronger."

Mingxian: "..."

Something has become stronger.

Will this really build muscle?

Tengoro took a deep breath and slowly raised his hands above his head.

"With the power of the wheel-like shackles, I will imprison your tiger-like might—"

As the words fell, the pitch-black iron chains seemed to appear out of thin air, not only piercing through the air but also seemingly tearing apart the constraints of space, firmly locking everything around them.

This is the manifestation of Tengu Haruka's ability—the seal.

The ringing of the string only slightly activated the spell's power.

Those seemingly indestructible iron chains broke one by one, leaving afterimages in the air before finally disappearing without a trace, like a dream that never existed.

The power of incantation, a force with the characteristic of "breaking magic," is like a boulder crushing an egg against other spiritual energies, easily neutralizing them.

Especially the curse power at the level of a god-slayer, when actively used, can even nullify the spells of gods.

However, Mingxian also keenly sensed something unusual.

Based on past experience, it should take less energy to neutralize Tenmu Haruka's "sealing" technique.

But if I had to use a metaphor, the feeling at this moment would be like a flame that could have been extinguished with a gentle breath, but now requires two breaths to put out.

Mingxian waved, signaling Tianwuyao to come over.

Barefoot, she walked across the cold floor and stood beside Mingxian, letting him explore her body.

Finally, Mingxian placed his hand on Tianwuyao's dantian, sensed it briefly, and immediately made a judgment: "You possess curse power, no, you should say you are already a descendant of the gods."

"What's going on?" Tengoku Haruka was also puzzled.

At that moment, a clear, ethereal voice echoed from one of the cubicles.

"This is the manifestation of destiny, and also the essence of immortality."

Ophelia's eyes gleamed as she used her spiritual vision to extract memories from the void, uttering these words: "Immortality and ascension to immortality are not just for Xianxian, but for us as well."

In other words, it benefits not only the man but also the woman.

Mingxian pondered for a moment, then said, "I'll go out and ask someone; perhaps she can offer some useful advice."

Then, he clasped his hands together and rubbed them gently, and sparks flew out.

A card appeared in his hand.

The card resembled paper made of metal, with simple line drawings of white mist and doors engraved on it.

"This will allow you to return to the real world."

After handing the card to Amagiri Haruka, Naruhiro left the punishment classroom, transforming into the wind and disappearing from there.

However, instead of returning to the real world, he appeared in the Seventh Academy of the Realm Dragon in the Inner World.

"That's it……"

Fan Xinglu sat calmly in her chair, seemingly giving instructions. On the screen, a red-haired girl was training hard.

"This is?"

Mingxian was also a little confused as to why he was still in the other world.

Fan Xinglu seemed to see through Mingxian's doubts and explained, "This girl is named Wakamiya Minato. She has been recognized by the divine beast and can also enter the inner world."

With her explanation, Mingxian gradually understood everything.

In the previous battle between Mingxian and Emperor Ziwei, in order to abide by the "myth" and obtain weapons from the starry sky, Emperor Ziwei used the divine power of time and used the six-pointed star as the stage for the ritual, which caused some people to regain their memories of the previous knight battle.

Mina Wakamiya is one of them.

"A very interesting girl. She didn't want to rely on that person to fulfill her wish. Instead, she and her contracted beast defeated many twisted beings. In the end, she died in battle to protect others."

Fan Xinglu supported her cheek with her small hand.

"In the end, she died protecting others. Although Wingfire Serpent did not understand Wakamiya Mina's actions, it still provided support."

"Because of this fate, even without the contract card, this divine beast still lent its power to Mina Wakamiya."

"Occasionally, this happens, and the contracted beast and the contractor develop a bond."

Fan Xinglu, a veteran player, offered this summary.

Mingxian nodded slightly, thinking to himself, "Although we defeated Emperor Ziwei, there is still a knight war in the inner world. It seems to be somewhat like the Netherworld. It did not stop or disappear directly. Perhaps we need to deal with it a little and take control of this 'ritual'."

Since he has defeated the Ziwei Emperor and the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden, this inner world and the Knight War are all his spoils of war!

Others are naturally not allowed to enter or leave at will.

After all, this is where he had his "campfire" rendezvous!

No, it's my girlfriend.

In short, the remaining Knight Card Boxes need to be recycled, and the Contract Beasts also need to be dealt with a bit.

Both the Ziwei Emperor and the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden are gods skilled in magic, and naturally they can create divine beasts. The Knight War is a very complex system that needs to be handled carefully.

but……

Looking at Wakamiya Mina's red braids, the giant gauntlets in her hands, the winged, flying fire snake, and Fan Xinglu's narration, Mingxian couldn't help but think—

Could this Mina Wakamiya be the real Ryuki?

Am I just a clumsy imitator?

Fan Xinglu smiled and took a sip of tea. "Alright, now that we've finished talking about her, what brings you here to see me?"

Mingxian then began to talk about his own affairs.

……

Much later, before leaving World 608,

After a period of experimentation and discussion.

Mingxian has almost figured out his new powers.

Fan Xinglu sat on Mingxian's lap, swinging her legs and smiling broadly, seemingly very happy.