In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

When Asmon actually arrived at the teacher's office, he did some mental preparation beforehand—

In anticipation of praise.

Fortunately, none of these eight dimensions represent arrogance—though it's not entirely true that none exist, since the desire for control stemming from arrogance belongs to the Hellstorm, while a sense of superiority can be placed within the perception of ecstasy—otherwise, Asmon felt that in the environment of the House of Nobles, he probably would have successfully transformed into a demon in just a few months, becoming the most powerful being ever created by Saint Marian…

Well, it can't be considered the first, after all, many people fell into the shackles of technocratic thinking during the war and became puppet demons under the influence of vicious technology.

"Teacher? You called me?" Asmon asked with a perfectly timed smile.

Thanks to his noble lineage, although he was a typical villainous nobleman who was lazy, arrogant, greedy, pleasure-seeking, and extremely irritable, he received the education he was entitled to from childhood.

Whether it's the most basic etiquette, or the appreciation of documents, calligraphy and paintings, music analysis...

In short, he was raised to be an aristocrat.

Therefore, even though he was indeed anxious about the increase in his ecstasy perception or hell storm value, he could still maintain a good outward demeanor so as not to be impolite in front of others.

"Yes, I'm asking you." Lintel also had a smile on her face, but Asmon always felt that her smile was very fake—

Well, he had only seen Lintel smile twice before: once this time, and the other time when he "handed over" the numbers, asking Lintel to change the current math education.

At that moment, the eyes of this precious Saint Marian truly shone.

"You know that in the field of semiotics, a symbol often has its own unique pronunciation and notation, right?" Lintel wrote a number on a piece of paper and placed it in front of Asmon. "For example, the symbols used by the Institute of Auditors, each of their representations and transpositions has its own unique pronunciation."

"Well, I imagine, Tess, you must have taken this into account when you designed this set of mathematical symbols, right?"

Asmon froze instantly; this was something he had never encountered before. Neither in his past life nor in this one, he had ever touched anything that should belong to 'cryptography'.

But it does sound somewhat reasonable... So what should we do now? Should we say we didn't think of that aspect, or should we also say the pronunciation?

Asmon gritted his teeth and decided to explain this in more detail:

"Of course."

"You read this number aloud using your own pronunciation." Lintel turned the paper upside down 180 degrees and placed it in front of Asmon.

It was a five-digit number, 16807. Asmon took a breath, pretending to translate it in his mind for a moment, before speaking—

"Sixteen thousand eight hundred and seven, did I read it correctly?"

"one……"

Asmon looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with undisguised shock.

What came out of Lintel's mouth was not a common script, but real Chinese pronunciation!

"Because of your shameless deception, Asmon Tess, deduct seven hundred points!" Lintel lightly touched the page with his finger, and the flames instantly burned it to ashes.

"Five hundred of those points are the bonus points I awarded you last time—and I will seriously report your criminal act of attempting to fraudulently transfer other people's academic achievements to your own name to the school."

"I hope the Tess family will place you under house arrest because of your shameful behavior."

"If you were a senior student, the school would have every right to deem you guilty of academic plagiarism and expel you—Asmon Tess, I hope you learn from this experience and don't try to take what isn't yours."

Lintel's clear and melodious voice echoed in his ears, and Asmon's face grew increasingly pale.

The dutiful fairy professor saw him trembling as if all the supporting bones had been removed from his body, as if he might fall at any moment. Instead of taking care of him, she simply lifted a gust of wind from her sleeve and blew him out of the office.

Lintel took out his faculty card, looked at the long paper from Percy and Lu Mingfei's voice message on it, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Hmm... I didn't realize before that Lu is a smart person. When he saw that the hero's achievement was stolen, he didn't rush up and cause trouble. Instead, he knew to ask his senior for help and was even able to accurately find evidence to refute it."

Lintel tossed the cards around and began to ponder.

"Since I have some time today, why don't I meet him?"

……

Asmon stared blankly at the floating screen in front of him.

The six-pointed star followed his gaze, as if mocking his unrequited love—and even as Asmon tried to suppress his emotions, the numbers continued to rise wildly.

[Unintentional Killing: 87]

Greedy Dissolve: 44

[Hellstorm: 81]

【Erosion and Destruction: 31】

In his imagination, he had already made several moves: using the power he had just cultivated in the academy to declare in advance that the "other transmigrator" was the shameless thief, and that the academy's teachers, misled by him, would punish him.

Alternatively, one could use the family's power to launch an assassination. As long as that transmigrator doesn't exist, one remains the only transmigrator and the protagonist of this world.

Then he thought that the transmigrator himself represented an unexplored knowledge base, and killing him would be a waste. He could suppress his academic work to the point of being worthless, and then appear as a savior to make him work for him.

But the most satisfying and cathartic way is still to beat him to death.

It's even better not to use a knife, but your fists, to break his bones one punch after another until he kneels on the ground begging for mercy...

[Unintentional Killing: 88]

"call……"

Asmon closed his eyes and forced himself to imagine the scenes of his past life until the skyscrapers and dazzling lights cleared his mind, leaving only the longing for his past life.

I can't think about it anymore. This kind of blow almost caused my stats to explode. What should I do if I get mocked on the field again?

He's just another time traveler...

"I thought I'd be unique," Asmon murmured to himself as he looked at the six-pointed star on the ethereal screen.

He had considered many possibilities, such as "Lu Mingfei" being a nickname given by players as a joke, and that he himself had never appeared; or that this was just a new account started by someone out of a momentary interest, which they then abandoned after playing a couple of games...

Otherwise, it wouldn't explain why he didn't have any contact with the main characters after transmigrating, such as the dragon-themed sign girl in the library, and why Lu Mingfei hadn't even been to the library during this period.

But now it seems that Lu Mingfei was indeed another time traveler. It's just that he might not be playing that role, or he might simply be a card player who uses the game purely as a way to start a card game, which is why he hasn't come into contact with the main characters...

"No, I don't want to think about that now. It'll all be hindsight." Asmon took a deep breath. "Sigh, am I really going to be punished by being locked up at home after only a month of school?"

"I wonder what kind of person my mother, whom I've never met, will be..."