In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

"Me?" The little boy chuckled softly, holding up the two cards in front of Lu Mingfei. "I am Lu Mingze."

It seems he not only knows a great deal about my things in the other world, but also about my family in the real world—Lu Mingfei quietly made this judgment, choosing to deny him first and see his reaction:

"I know Lu Mingze, but he's not the same person as you." Lu Mingfei sat in his chair, his gaze cold as he looked at the 'Lu Mingze' before him. "If you want to use the name of someone I know to deceive me, there's a better option, isn't there?"

"You mean Lu Lincheng?" The boy—considering that muttering that nickname in his mind might sound like telling a church joke, Lu Mingfei still chose to call him by his self-proclaimed name—Lu Mingze's face immediately showed a look of disgust, "I never knew you had such a high opinion of him."

Lu Mingfei's lips curled into a slight smile, neither confirming nor denying.

...Well, to be fair, Lu Mingfei didn't really admire him that much.

The past three weeks have been so eventful that his elementary school experiences have begun to fade from his memory. Even now, when he recalls Lu Lincheng's face—which Lu Mingfei suddenly realized he wouldn't even call "Dad" in his heart—Lu Mingfei can't quite describe what features it has.

However, Lu Mingfei could still discern some clues from what had happened in the past week:

If it were simply that he was beaten and Lu Lincheng offered no condolences, one could say he was busy with work or trusted his brother. But even when his uncle and aunt's family faced a debt crisis, Lu Lincheng didn't even make a single phone call…

That only shows that he, as a "son," really doesn't hold much weight in the hearts of this couple.

That money might really have been sent to his brother to improve his life—

Or to put it another way, it was used to "deal with" him as a "burden".

Perhaps it was because taking him abroad would affect their work, or perhaps they wanted to abandon him but were restricted by law... In short, in their eyes, Lu Mingfei would definitely no longer have the identity of a 'human being'.

Lu Mingze caught the mocking smile on Lu Mingfei's face and immediately realized he'd been led astray by Lu Mingfei's nonsense. He quickly raised the card forward again, almost touching Lu Mingfei's face:

"So, let's make an exchange—"

Before he could finish speaking, Lu Mingfei nimbly snatched both cards and ran away.

—Lu Mingfei once talked to Rong En about the topic of "devil". At that time, Lu Mingfei had not thought about what "demon" was. He naively thought that they were like those stories circulating on Earth, who would make deals with ordinary people and use money to cheat souls.

But Rong En's reaction was clear:

"Trading a soul for a soul? Lu, when did you develop such a naive idea?" Rong En laughed and patted him on the shoulder. "That's a privilege reserved for nobles."

"They have illustrious status and subjects they can control, so in order to gain greater benefits, those demons will suppress the tyranny in their bones and use transactions as a guise and disguise..."

"But for us, they don't have that warmth—money? Transactions? Wouldn't it be better to just kill you and take your soul?"

Lu Mingfei listened to these words in silence, agreeing with them from the bottom of his heart. Just like when he first arrived at his uncle and aunt's house, he had no power and no one he could control, so his uncle and aunt wouldn't sign any dual contracts or transfer agreements with him. Instead, they simply didn't give him that annual "living allowance" of 1.2 million.

But Rong En suddenly changed the subject and brought up the deal:

"That's what they say, but if you really had the chance to make a deal with the devil—or rather, if a devil were really tricked by your identity as the 'Son of the Hero' and made a deal with you…"

"Don't hesitate, agree immediately, and at the same time seize as much of their stuff as possible. I shouldn't need to explain this, right?"

Lu Mingfei nodded. To be honest, the history of his homeland, the great Eastern country, already had many precedents: "Wealth is wealth, power is power; they don't become evil just because they come from the devil. What truly makes them evil is the person who uses them."

"So, as long as you have the ability, that's a good thing—even if I don't understand it myself, I can hand it over to my teacher and have them analyze it for me, right?"

Even today—though this conversation only happened a few days ago—Lu Mingfei can still recall the satisfied smile on Rong En's face that said, "This child is teachable."

And now, without a doubt, is the time to put the results of this discussion into practice.

Whatever the card in the devil's hand represents, once you snatch it, that's his power!

As for the devil's aversion... Lu Mingfei believed that as long as his power was strong enough, strong enough that he could easily kill the devil, that would be a minor problem.

The two cards landed in his palm, and Lu Mingfei took off running. With 9 points in physique and 11 points in agility, he could burst into a speed of ten meters per second for a short time, enough to widen the distance between him and this devil.

If the devil uses magic, he will dodge until he finds a place; but if the devil gets close and tries to attack...

Coincidentally, Lu Mingfei knew that his greatest strength was close-quarters combat.

With a divine iron rod in hand, Lu Mingfei felt he could fight back even against five or six people attacking him.

To Lu Mingfei's surprise, the devil didn't react at all—he just sat there watching, watching Lu Mingfei run out of the room and into the open field. In the distance, torchlight flickered, and Lu Mingfei gradually made out the face that the torchlight couldn't illuminate…

They were distorted, terrifying faces. Scales replaced their smooth or rough skin, and sharp claws replaced their nimble or clumsy hands—these figures lacked any human characteristics, instead exhibiting a twisted mutation reminiscent of ancient reptiles.

—Lu Mingfei gritted his teeth, but his steps quickened.

Lu Mingfei was very familiar with group fights. In this area, a rather counterintuitive conclusion was: you absolutely cannot back down, nor can you run away.

When crowds gather in large groups, most people lose their rationality and become simple creatures controlled by the lower centers in their spines. Memories rooted in their genes make them instinctively hunt fleeing prey, while avoiding enemies rushing into the crowd.

Thousands of years ago, on the vast grasslands of Africa, human ancestors used this method to exterminate a large number of species by genus—and now, Lu Mingfei can only pray.

Let us pray that these hybrids with reptiles can preserve the glorious deeds of our human ancestors.