Lu Mingfei, become the king of gambling in dungeons!

University of Kassel, a suburb of Chicago, Illinois.

Inside the Norton Hall conference room, the summer debate jointly organized by the college's two major clubs was halfway through.

The relationship between the two major societies at Kassel College, while not exactly irreconcilable, is at least one of stark incompatibility, with each finding fault with the other in every way. After all, only one society can hold the throne of Kassel's premier society, so naturally, they are constantly vying for it, locked in a fierce and competitive struggle.

Challenging someone to a debate match is already a very polite solution. In previous years, this wouldn't even be considered a warm-up exercise; it would have been more of a polite gesture before resorting to force. In the past, if a spark had been ignited during the debate, everyone might have pulled out their weapons and started exchanging blows.

But something went wrong today. The tense atmosphere between the two groups was eased by a sudden accident, and the student council members and Lionheart members looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Hey, hey, girl, what's going on? What did they do last night? A fight?"

Chen Motong winked at Su Qian, took off his Martin boots under the table, and mischievously used his toes to reach for Su Qian's long legs in white socks under her ice-blue plaid skirt, nimbly circling and rubbing against them.

Unlike the other student council and Lionheart Club members who attended the debate in formal attire, Miss Chen made no attempt to hide her laziness by resting her cheek on her hand, hooking the tip of her red hair around her index finger, and chewing on a cherry-flavored licorice gummy.

Her attire was completely out of place with the others, and didn't fit into either of their styles. She wore a red and white casual outfit, a baseball cap, and silver four-leaf clover pendants adorning her earlobes, looking as relaxed and composed as if she were out for a spring outing to enjoy the flowers.

Those unfamiliar with her might be taken aback by her strong personality and think, "A red-haired shrine maiden is indeed a red-haired shrine maiden, she's got style." But those who know her well know that the shrine maiden probably overslept this morning because she didn't set an alarm, and by the time she remembered about the debate challenge, it was too late to put on her formal attire.

"I don't know and I can't comment." Susie glanced calmly at the guy who was pushing his luck. "The debate isn't over yet; we're 'opponents' now. It's too early for you to be whispering."

"Alright, alright, little girl... Ms. Su, I've decided to raid your bed tonight and get a close look at the terrifying yet serious Vice President of the Lionheart Society. As they say, know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated." Chen Motong also declared war in the night with a serious expression, her feet never stopping. "If you back down now, I'll treat you leniently."

"When are you ever not jumping up and rolling around in bed with the blankets every night...?" Susie sighed and buried her head in her debate notes.

The two of them had been praised by the journalism department more than once as Kassel's model roommates and best friends of the year, and at least the witch among them felt that she deserved it.

"Both leaders are 'fallen,' Qianniu, you're too serious and adorable. We don't need you to back up the Lionheart Society now."

Chen Motong played with her wine-red long hair, her fingertips seemingly flowing with fiery light, then lowered her eyes, lost in thought.

"It's the first time in history that the student council president and the Lionheart Club president have both fallen asleep during their match," someone whispered in the council chamber.

"Yes, this is the first time I've seen the president sleep so soundly. I always thought he couldn't sleep, or that he was like that Wei Wudi from the East, who could sleepwalk and kill people."

"The student council president isn't an alien, of course she sleeps... Your absurd Byronian statement is just as ridiculous as 'Because she's a goddess, she doesn't need to use the toilet.'"

"Byronicism usually refers to the romantic rebels like Childe Harold in 'Childe Harold's Pilgrimage' and Don Juan in 'Don Juan,' but your description is not quite right. The president is the kind of loner that Melville wrote about."

Even when fast asleep, Chu Zihang looked somewhat frail, with short, clean black hair. His hands were long and beautiful, as if they were made specifically for playing musical instruments, like the boy next door in high school, completely lacking the imposing aura and coldness of the executive department when he was awake.

Susie, who was holding onto her manuscripts, would turn her head from time to time, and many other people did the same.

Beneath that heavy armor was a boy next door. Many of the Lionheart Society’s new recruits were realizing this for the first time. They had grown up listening to “Super A-level” epics after entering the school, and in their minds, this was simply… unbelievable.

The student council leader, Caesar, leaned back on the sofa in front of the brick fireplace with his eyes closed, his breathing soft. The fireplace was burning brightly, constantly casting red and yellow light, and his shadow flickered on the marble floor tiles.

All the student council members knew that this was his favorite leader's position, where he "held the fort" from the rear. At this moment, he was fast asleep, occasionally frowning unconsciously. The hunting knife "Dictator" lay diagonally on the sofa, and the dome directly above Caesar and the knife was adorned with the phoenix crest of the Gattuso family.

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In Tokyo, Genji Heavy Industries stands majestically in the rainy night, the most magnificent steel giant in the neon jungle.

"Young Master, are you awake? The surgery was a success. You are now the eldest daughter of the Gen family in Tokyo, a genuine member of the main family."

"Go away, don't joke with the young master like that while he's still asleep."

"Was that a joke, Yaksha? That's what I really think! If the young master were a tall, cool, high-class JK with an incredibly strong sense of justice, could you resist? I certainly couldn't, I'd kneel down and become a Shiba Inu... If it really came true, I'd even be willing to go and fight Principal Angers with swords drawn!"

"Hiss, I can't hold back either, draw your sword, crow."

"That's exactly what I was thinking. Beauty is only meant for the strong. The dog nameplate of the first Shiba Inu samurai under the young master's command is mine."

"You... I'm already awake."

When Genji woke up, the first thing he saw was the hourglass on the table, followed by the comical faces of the crow and the demon, and behind them was Sakura, who looked concerned but hesitated to speak.

It felt like I had a very long dream...

I can't recall any of the details from the dream.

Amaterasu of the Hebi-Hachika family pressed her forehead against her desk, then stood up, leaning on the desk for support. The iron bars of the office window reflected a blurry view of Tokyo in the rain. From her perspective, the city was shrouded in mist, as if it were an hourglass filled with rainwater.

Surprisingly, he felt quite refreshed after a deep sleep. Since taking on the heavy responsibility of supporting his family, he rarely dreamed anymore. Because certain past experiences made his dreams less pleasant, he was happy to allocate more of his time to working overtime.

"Did he suddenly fall asleep in his office while approving documents?" Genji felt something was off, but he didn't think much of it or say anything.

"Have you figured out what happened with the Akagami Group? Is there any progress on the Oni Clan's drug supply in Kamakura?" He cleared his mind of these distractions.

"Um... not at the moment. The head of the Ryoma family believes that the information about the Oni Clan's whereabouts in Kamakura is a smokescreen. It would be too stupid and absurd to conduct a transaction in a place like Tsurugaoka Hachiman Shrine. However, just in case, the Fuma family has sent people to check the resumes of the priests there."

"What about their other outposts in Kanagawa? Is it possible that they just passed through Kamakura... for example, in Sagami Bay, which has many ports?"

"Young Master is wise. This possibility cannot be ruled out. Those guys really enjoy playing cat and mouse games."

The crow scratched its head as if it had remembered something.

"There's one more thing, young master, but I'm not sure if I should say it."

He felt it was a small matter, but he also felt it might be a mistake.

He was a retainer of Genjiro, and also considered himself a strategist. Since he had learned about some issues, he couldn't leave them unmentioned.

"Speak when you should speak, don't speak when you shouldn't, and if you don't want to speak, just do something."

"About the young lady."

"speak."

Having received permission, the crow then spoke with a strange expression:

"Something went missing from Miss's room last week. The nurses were quite worried when they couldn't find it, since it's a confidential and important place that outsiders can't get involved in."

Yuan Zhisheng paused, his gaze suddenly sharpening: "What's missing? Her toys or... her blood sample?"

"It looks like, it looks like one of Miss's little yellow ducks."

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"Lu! Ming! Fei!"

"I had Chen Wenwen inform you yesterday, but you not only didn't repent, you also skipped class and didn't come all day."

"Are you a stubborn person? Look at your attitude."

"I noticed your grades have improved a bit these past few months, and I thought you were starting to feel a sense of pride... so I called your parents in!"

"Yes, yes, that's right. Okay, teacher. Don't worry, teacher. I'll definitely do it next time. I'll see what I can do when I get back."

Slowly being ushered out of the teachers' office, Lu Mingfei tilted his head back and yawned in the morning, carrying a half-finished cup of soy milk in his hand.

He strolled slowly down the school corridor, his relaxed demeanor making him feel less anxious.

There are far more terrifying things in his dreams than being questioned by his teacher, so he doesn't really take his math teacher's words to heart.

Moreover, he has an ostrich-like personality and a thick skin, and his worry stems from the biggest real crisis he has ever faced—a lack of money.

He didn't take the 400 yuan he had saved under the bed when he was kicked out of his home. He only has 70 yuan left in his pocket. Even if he sleeps in an internet cafe at night, it will cost him at least 20 yuan a night. Considering his three meals a day, he will be homeless in a couple of days.

If we don't find a way to make money soon, we'll have to rummage through trash cans to find something warm to eat.

That's terrible!

Lu Mingfei subconsciously pinched his face, feeling the power in his blood that seemed to be turning into swords at any moment. His golden eyes involuntarily felt like they were about to ignite, but fortunately, his reason restrained him in time.

His bloodline enhancement in the dream also affected reality, but in reality, he was like someone who was locked up and not as powerful as in the dream. As a result, he was only more refined in appearance, had better grades, and his body was barely stronger than the limit of normal humans.

The vampire scythe with magical powers that I can play with in my dreams is something I can't even unleash in reality.

But ever since the Genji Heavy Industries instance "successfully ended" yesterday, he could clearly feel that he had undergone a transformation in reality, a complete and utter transformation. Today, he... truly possessed the full strength of the S-class hybrid from his dream.

Even in-game items can be brought into reality.

He had absolutely no idea what the underlying principle was.

Pure idealism?

As long as you achieve the perfect ending you envision in your dream, and as long as your mind is clear, you can maintain the same level of power in reality as you do in your dream.

Or has some completely unknown change occurred in this world?

Logically speaking, with such strength, he shouldn't be worried about money anymore. However, if he were to expose himself in the real world, he might attract the attention of those violent organizations that Yuan Zhisheng and Chu Zihang mentioned. If a conflict were to break out, he might not be able to control the restless... tyranny within him.

He doesn't know when it started, but perhaps the appearance of dreams prolonged his teenage years. When the pressure was too great, he would often have the urge to "end my life."

This is different from taking Deadpool's life; the devilish thoughts make him feel lost and fearful, afraid that he might make a mistake that would become a mountain of iron.

Rather than fearing being targeted by violent organizations, it's more about fearing having nowhere else to turn.

Despite possessing immense power, he limits himself in his actions, always looking before and after the fact. Lu Mingfei, you're really like a bottle of orange soda... The boy snorted self-deprecatingly, picked up the plastic trash on the ground, and accurately hit the trash can.

A beautiful three-pointer.

What should I do?

I don't know, I don't want to think about it, but I have to think about it.

As a result, Lu Mingfei became increasingly depressed.

Just as he was pondering which trash can was the most cost-effective, a strange whisper as he passed the equipment classroom made his ears twitch.

The voice was deliberately lowered and couldn't be heard.

Word of Power: Vampire Scythe

Xu Feng was silent. Although the amplification effect of hearing in an unenclosed space was not as good as that of the low-level Word Spirit Kamaitachi, which did not have any offensive capabilities, it was not much worse. If one did not pursue lethality, no movement within the range could escape detection.

"Our S-class monitoring target has long shown signs of bloodline awakening. Aren't we monitoring it a bit too closely?"

"It's not that scary. I've been in jail for eight and a half years. I've gotten married, had children, taught, and played mahjong every day. My life has been peaceful and uneventful... He's only showing signs of waking up, not really awakening yet. That was the school's judgment two months ago, the principal's judgment. The sword being drawn is far more powerful than this."

"Well, it's normal for an unawakened S-rank to have better physical attributes. After all, an S-rank is an S-rank. At most, he's showing a level slightly higher than C-rank."

"So what if he discovers our movements? His bloodline may be as excellent as described in the classified documents, but he's only just come of age and hasn't received elite education... It's too easy to fool him. If we don't find any new clues over time, he'll think the old ones were just illusions."

"Being a faculty member at this school is quite frustrating. After a while, I feel like my physical and mental functions are deteriorating... Do you think he still likes that Chen Wenwen?"

"I don't like it. I bet 10 bottles of energy drink that, apart from liking to sleep in class, S-class has lived a life of asceticism like a monk in the Voronets Monastery this year. There's nothing wrong with her chastity."

"Hey, why are you betting on Nutritional Express again?"

"There must be a reason why S-class likes to drink it so much. This Nutrition Express, infused with Finlandia Vodka, gives him energy."

"I'll take it, two pieces of Original Recipe Chicken."

The sheer volume of information overwhelmed Lu Mingfei, causing his face to stiffen.

Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap...