In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

"My Lord, my Lord, you are the law of the earth."

"My Lord, my Lord, you are the Holy One of Heaven."

"May your laws be done in heaven as they are on earth..."

The paladin, draped in a blood-red cloak, was chanting. His voice was muffled, like a roar from the depths of hell, carrying a somber tone, unlike the usual melodious chanting.

The next moment, the eight heads placed in eight directions vanished, and a certain sensation was felt in another place far away. Rong En reached out and grasped the paladin, and as the teleportation ability of the Blood God's Domain was activated, the two figures disappeared from this place.

Although it is not explicitly stated, the teleportation of the Blood Sacred Domain can indeed bring people—or even more precisely, an entire army!

The oath this paladin took must have been a variant of the "Oath of Conquest"; and the god he worshipped was also addressed with titles such as "King of Kings" and "Lord of Armies".

His complete form should be leading an army, using the power of this sacred domain to charge into battle...

Shaking off the dizziness of the teleportation, Rong En immediately began to investigate—in fact, he didn't even need to investigate. From the heads with eight-pointed star markings scattered around his feet, he could almost conclude that this place must be the core of some alchemy array!

"I'm just not sure what kind of transmutation circle it is... It doesn't look like something a human could set up? Could it be one of those who fell to demonic possession?"

Muttering to himself, Rong En flipped through the pages even more enthusiastically: the power came from the demons, and he wasn't required to "burn anyone he saw." As long as the user's self-control could be guaranteed, then he could use it.

Of course, if someone suspects that you have been controlled by demonic objects, then it is up to you to clear your name.

This is quite common, because when people see demonic items, their first reaction is to put them in a transmutation circle to refine them, rather than keeping them with them.

Conversely, if you don't use it to refine anything, but instead keep it by your side, it definitely means that you have been controlled by it.

After returning the heads to their proper places, Rong En stood in the center of the ritual array, eagerly activating the magic circle—

Refined materials? A new card? Or perhaps a large group of enemies?

Whatever he can find in this magic array will be an improvement for him.

Power flowed, and the magic array shimmered. In Rong En's perception, a vortex of magic seemed to be spinning before him, devouring the elements in the environment, and incubating an unparalleled treasure—

The next moment, a beam of light shot out from the magic circle and pierced straight into his head.

"Sigh... I'm finally back from the journey. It was quite an ordeal." A familiar voice echoed in his ears—no, no, it resonated deep within his soul. The voice spoke quite naturally, as if it were a close friend, asking questions with unspoken familiarity:

"Where is this? What time is it? What's your name?"

"My name is Rong En." Seeing that the magic circle only emitted a red light, Rong En couldn't help but feel a little frustrated—in other words, this meant he hadn't gotten anything!

Even if a large group of enemies comes, at least it can be converted into points...

"Rong En? Rong En..."

The soldier murmured something like a longing, or perhaps a hatred.

Since he hadn't found anything new outside, Rong En closed his eyes, ready to have a chat with the thing that had crawled into his head—he had to squeeze something out of it, otherwise all his hard work would have been for nothing.

"Who are you? Can you come out and let me see you?"

The darkness before him distorted for a moment, then a warrior, red-haired and riding a red horse, appeared in his field of vision, carrying a blood-red banner. Because his eyes were still closed, Ron knew that only he could see this blood-red warrior.

"What time is it now?" the soldier asked persistently, the banner fluttering without wind—although Rong En couldn't hear it, watching the banner wave, he seemed to feel the sound in his ears:

"It is now the thirteenth year of the Gregorian calendar."

What does he need time for? Rong En was puzzled, but still answered his question.

"The new calendar? What new calendar?" the warrior asked. Seeing that Ron was still confused, he sighed, "Let me put it this way. The last Valkyrie, Alvit, did she take up the holy sword?"

"what?"

"Not here... Is the royal city destroyed now?"

"what?"

"Looks like we need to go further... Have the gray dwarves and dark elves, these abyssal races, started a rebellion?"

"what?"

"Go further ahead? Have the exchange students from Dragon Island arrived at St. Marian yet?"

"Uh... exchange students? Not yet." Ron blinked, snapping out of his daze from the barrage of messages. "But there is indeed a 'dragon' studying at St. Marian... Senior Pandora Bruis, in the Academy of Nobles."

"What grade is she in now?" Even through the helmet, the soldier's furrowed brow was still incredibly noticeable—

"I'm currently a fourth-year student and also serve as the chief committee member of the Dragon's Claw Club."

Ron was quite familiar with this news—because this Pandora was not only a member of the Dragon Claw Club, but also a very experienced duelist who had fought in many matches.

Although Ron disliked the Noble Academy, out of respect for outstanding duelists, he still wrote down the names and deeds of these excellent fighters.

"Damn, so early?" The soldier threw off his helmet and cursed in Tibetan, "Why are you sending me to this time slot so early?"

Rong En stared intently; it was the face of a warrior. His expression was serious, his eyes fierce, his brows furrowed tightly. His entire face seemed forged from hard rock, its exterior appearing incredibly solid, only the most perceptive could sense the molten lava flowing within—

"You're from the future?" Ron's eyes lit up. "Then... what happened in the future? What noteworthy events occurred?"

"Things to note? Didn't I just say that?" The warrior casually tossed his helmet, which transformed into a crimson speck in mid-air. "Even the recent Dragon Island exchange students still have two years left, so there's no need to worry about so much..."

"So, my good brother, the next generation's hero—Lu Mingfei—what's his future like?" Rong En continued to press, eagerly awaiting the warrior's answer. "He'll definitely become a big shot, won't he?"

The soldier, however, wore a half-smile, a complex expression flashing in his eyes:

"He's dead."

"Dead?" Ron was taken aback. Before he could ask further, the soldier continued, "..."

He died because he was betrayed by everyone, framed by villains, and also because of his own stupidity.