The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Xu Feng elegantly and calmly straightened his suit and took out a note from his pocket.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Mission objective: Survive for thirty days in the Pseudo-Human Academy.

Taboo 1: Never let the fake people discover your human identity, or they will eat you.

Path to survival 1: Some real humans are lurking in the fake human academy. If you can find them, they may be able to offer you some help.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The rules are simple: don't get detected by the imposters and survive for thirty days.

Xu Feng stood there gracefully and calmly, lost in thought.

The fake man likes to eat people, and I, Uncle Ba, also like to eat people. Doesn't that mean that I, Uncle Ba, am the same as the fake man?

Nearly a hundred men and women of all kinds stood in the large square outside the Pseudo-Human Academy. They came from all countries, but the only thing they had in common was that their faces were filled with terror.

"We're doomed! We're doomed! This is a notorious rookie-killer academy! Even someone with 100 points on the ladder can be wiped out here!"

"Damn it, how did I get matched into this dungeon?!"

"Oh my god, this dungeon is incredibly difficult to survive!"

"Kids, don't panic! I'm a veteran who's been through the survival dungeon three times, a player with 60 points in the ladder, and I even managed to get a magical artifact. I'll lead you through it! Of course, only for Chinese players."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding chosen ones couldn't help but look at the cake maker.

The pastry chef was Chinese, a guy with a bright smile just like Lao Da.

Of the nearly one hundred contestants, Chinese people made up nearly one-third, another third were Indians wearing headscarves, and the remaining third were contestants from other countries.

Xu Feng glanced thoughtfully at everyone present.

This person looks a bit tough; they don't look very appetizing.

This person is very pretty; if you pay attention to the cooking time, she will definitely be delicious.

This person is too fat. They need to eat vegetables to cut through the richness, otherwise they'll throw up halfway through.

This person looks fair-skinned and delicate; her flesh must be incredibly delicious!

No...that's not right!

I was clearly looking for reliable teammates, so why did I subconsciously start judging how these people tasted?

At this moment, the live video of the Pseudo-Human Academy is also being broadcast live.

As a popular survival dungeon, the Pseudo-Human Academy attracts nearly a million viewers to all the players' live streams each time it's open.

The live stream room contains people from all over the world, perfect for passionate banter between netizens from different countries!

"Haha, my favorite dungeon, the Pseudo-Human Academy, is finally open! How many newbies will survive this dungeon this time?!"

"Wow! A player with a score of 60 on the ladder, and a magical weapon too! That's practically the king of rookies, right? China is so lucky!"

"As long as the Chinese players are not wiped out, the overall fortune of China will continue to grow steadily."

"Tch! Give me a break! Even seasoned veterans can fail at this fake human academy."

"Every time this academy settles its accounts, it sends a thousand fake humans to various countries. The Divine Kingdom has now become a nation of fake humans, and even their chosen ones are all fake humans."

"That country even enacted a Human Protection Law specifically to ensure the proportion of ordinary people. It is said that the law was enacted by the fake president to prevent the fake president from wantonly killing humans."

"Damn it! My great Korean kingdom is invincible! We also have veterans participating in this dungeon. Don't think that only you Chinese have these 'caged birds' (a type of bird).

"Our Lighthouse team is no less impressive. We have active-duty Navy SEALs among our American competitors, proficient in hand-to-hand combat, grappling, and various other skills. A mere one or two dummies are no match for them!"

"My Free Beacon Nation will definitely lead all the contestants from its vassal states to clear the Pseudo-Human Academy. Of course, except for the Chinese. Those despicable and shameless Chinese are not worthy of enjoying the benefits of my Free Beacon Nation!"

"You white-skinned sick man upstairs, you're so addicted to marijuana that you can't even hold it and are hallucinating, right?"

"This isn't just one or two fake people! It's an entire academy, nearly ten thousand fake people! They're not superheroes, what are they pretending for!"

"you……"

"What do you mean, 'what are you doing'? What's it to you?"

…………

Xu Feng twirled the thin task slip between his fingers, not even lifting his eyelids, letting the waves of noise from the square surge in.

As soon as the Chinese player who called himself "Gaowan" finished speaking, before anyone from the Chinese camp could respond, a chorus of sarcastic mockery erupted from the crowd.

An Indian man wearing a headscarf squeezed forward two steps and spat out a contemptuous look:

"Chinese people just love to stick together for warmth. You dare to show off your sixty ladder points? Among us, any random person from the Indian Chosen Ones has at least an eighty-point score, and we have countless Ganges Holy Water!"

Immediately, someone around him echoed:

"Exactly! Last time in the dungeon, you Chinese only survived by stealing our supplies, didn't you? This time at the Pseudo-Human Academy, just wait to be devoured by the pseudo-humans until there's nothing left!"

Before the words were even finished, several blond, blue-eyed European and American athletes crossed their arms and sneered. One of them, a tall white man, shouted at the top of his lungs:

"China has always been lucky, but luck always runs out. The hypocrites love to eat the delicate, fair-skinned Chinese, and you lot are destined to be their appetizer!"

"Damn it!"

A Korean contestant dressed in hanbok even jumped up and down shouting:

"The chosen ones of our Great Korean Netherworld are the true rulers of this dungeon! Last time, you Chinese couldn't even catch up to the hem of our clothes, and it'll be the same this time! Just wait to be trampled under our feet!"

Players from other countries also joined in the commotion, unleashing a barrage of vulgarities and denigrations against China, like hailstones.

"The Chinese are all about petty tricks; when they encounter a true fraud, they're the first to run away!"

"Your ladder points must have been farmed, right? Otherwise, how could you be so bad!"

"The Chinese team is definitely going to be wiped out in this raid. I bet a hundred Alliance coins!"

The Chinese players instantly turned ashen-faced; some clenched their fists, while others couldn't help but retort with insults.

"Don't be so arrogant! We'll see who's truly skilled in the dungeon; it's not certain who will live or die there!"

These words ignited the powder keg, and the Indian man immediately rolled up his sleeves, ready to charge forward:

"What? You want to fight? Come on! I've had my eye on you Chinese for a long time!"

The square erupted into chaos as contestants from various countries swarmed around, seemingly encircling the Chinese team. The pushing, shoving, and shouting were deafening.

The live stream chat was flooded with comments, with netizens from all over the world passionately exchanging insults, making the battle even more intense than it was on the scene.

[Korean Netizen]: Chinese, get out of this dungeon! This time, the spot to clear the dungeon definitely belongs to our Great Korean Nation!

[Indian Netizen]: Bharata's chosen one is invincible! The Chinese are a bunch of useless trash!

[Western netizens]: Waiting for the Chinese team to be wiped out, and then I'll collect a bunch of points!

[Chinese Netizen]: Bah! A bunch of clowns, wait until you get to college, and we'll teach you a lesson!