In another world, Lu Mingfei is learning card making.

"—In ancient legends, the most powerful god..."

The sharp lance whistled through the air as it aimed for Rong En's cheek—but he remained unfazed, like a seasoned veteran, simply tilting his head slightly to dodge the powerful blow.

Lacey looked in surprise at Lu Mingfei, who was dressed in silver armor and draped in an iris-patterned cloak, but a moment later, her attention was drawn back to the change in Ron En in front of her—

On his body, a matte black carapace emerged. The close-fitting black keratin followed the lines of his muscles, forming armor that protected his chest, abdomen, arms, joints, and even his head and face.

The armor protected all the vital points of his upper body, and even more—a blade sprang out from his elbow and wrist. The blade, about half a meter long, was naturally no match for a sharp lance, but it was undoubtedly the most lethal weapon for an unarmored target.

—On the field now, Lu Mingfei has changed into armor at some point, and Rong En has also grown armor. So, who is this blade that counters unarmored targets aimed at?

That's so hard to guess.

Cold sweat beaded on Rachel's forehead, and she defiantly pulled out a card:

"In the name of Rais, summon!"

The demonic fire ignited Ron's carapace—though, to say ignite it was actually harmless. The demonic fire was more like a magically potent 'coloring agent':

Compared to ordinary paint spraying, this demonic fire only has the additional effect of breaking invisibility.

In Lu Mingfei's eyes, Rong En's armored skin, which was supposed to be hidden in the shadows, seemed to be highlighted, as if the spear tip would be firmly embedded in his body as soon as he charged.

And that's exactly what Lu Mingfei did.

The spear tip was adjusted, the horse's hooves leaped, and Lu Mingfei's eyes shone brightly, a spark igniting deep within his soul. Even a colt the size of a thirteen-year-old possessed a strength unmatched by humans after a charge.

Lu Mingfei had deliberately adjusted his direction. The combat memories of the [Charging Fighting Knight] contained countless horrific images of infantry being rammed by cavalry. Having absorbed this knowledge, and combined with adjustments to the spark state, the spear blade avoided Ron's internal organs at an extremely precise angle—

I hope that the world's medical standards can rival those of the rest of the world.

Lu Mingfei prayed sincerely.

……

Rong En blinked, regaining his senses from a dazed slumber.

The ceiling was a seamless, pure white, as were the walls and floor. The bed wasn't the familiar double bed in his dormitory, but a narrow one, barely wide enough for one person to lie flat.

Rong En was quite familiar with this type of bed. As the only male heir, although he was given his own room, the room was correspondingly very small, only big enough to fit a wardrobe and this type of bed.

But unlike the bed he had slept in since childhood, this bed had guardrails on all four sides and white curtains on both sides, separating a space...

Is this the medical room?

Rong En struggled to sit up and began to recall. After learning from his sister that Lu Mingfei was troubled by a difficult problem, he naturally decided to take him to get a brain transplant—

The place he found during his nighttime stroll a few days ago was quite nice, with murals and a campfire. He could bring some bread and marinated meat and have a late-night snack.

After making his decision, he immediately got up and set off. He found Lu Mingfei in the lounge, and as soon as he stepped outside, he ran into Lai Si—

Since both of them wanted to see that place, Rong En immediately decided to set off, even forgetting the midnight snack he had prepared in the dormitory.

And then, well, then...

Rong En's brow furrowed even more deeply. Along the way, he recalled the content of the murals on the stone wall, preparing to fabricate some dubious myths—

But the more he thought about it, the more vivid those stories became in his mind. Those crustaceans that fought against nature—he called them the children of fire—seemed to come alive in his memory, possessing their own thoughts, their own beliefs, and their own classics.

—Wait, a classic?!

Rong En took a deep breath and immediately closed his eyes to pray:

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

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

"May your glory walk on earth as it does in heaven..."

—He's a follower of the Holy Church! How could he possibly believe in the scriptures of other gods without any basis!

After reciting the most important parts of the Book of Prayer several times, Rong En finally suppressed his panic and continued to explore his memories—

No, it's clearly my own memories, so why call it "exploration"?

Rong En blinked, a sudden chill running down his spine – strangely enough, while the word 'exploration' sounded odd, it didn't feel out of place in this context.

His memories of yesterday were like a labyrinth built by heretics. There were all sorts of bizarre carvings, rough, chiseled characters, and…

Ron wisely refrained from continuing to recall that face.

But the remaining part was enough to horrify him:

His reason told him that at that time, he had gone with Lu and Lace to watch the eternal First Flame, but his memory was completely different—growing carapace, drawing blades, and facing off against his friends...

Well, perhaps we can't blame him, because at that time, Lu was no longer the same person with black hair and black eyes in his eyes.

At that moment, what he saw was not Lu Mingfei's facial features or body shape, but a strange creature with a fish head, webbed fingers, and a fishy smell from the ocean.

Of course, Ron had never seen such a thing in real life. He had only ever seen things like "fishmen," "sirens," and "nagas" in popular science books—not to mention that this creature was actually different from fishmen.

—The simplest point is that fishmen only have one fin at the back of their heads, while this creature has a whole sharp spine growing along its spine...

To be more precise, no race to date has ever had this physiological structure of 'spikes growing along the spine'! This change only occurs in demons!

Rong En rubbed his head vigorously again, continuing to recall what had happened. From a third-person perspective, Lu Mingfei was still him, only now he was wearing armor and riding a warhorse—

It must be some new equipment card and spirit card. Although Lu didn't tell him, given Lu's talent, it wouldn't be surprising if he came up with something.

But in Ron's corrupted vision at that time, water was rising from beneath the monster, lifting the demonic creature.

It charged towards him, riding the waves, wielding a trident—a transformed lance—and more; behind the monster, javelins were hurled, deciphering the runic language that had just ignited within him, symbolizing concealment…

Wait, runic language?