Starting from Ainz Ooal Gown, simultaneously traveling through time

Chu Tianjiao was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily onto the hard ground more than ten meters away. He rolled several times before finally stopping, raising a cloud of dust.

He lay on his back, coughing violently, each breath burning with pain.

His face and hands were covered in charred skin, emitting a burnt smell. A small patch of his hair was singed, and his once stylish trench coat was now tattered and smoldering.

The violent aura brought by the bloodlust subsided rapidly, as if doused with a bucket of ice water.

Now all that remains is the exhaustion from overexertion, the pervasive pain, and the bewilderment and shock after being bombarded by this sudden, terrifyingly precise explosion.

The Murasame sword fell from his hand and landed not far away, with what appeared to be a burn mark on its blade.

Leylin slowly exhaled a breath of white mist carrying a scorching heat, calming the surging power within his body.

The light of the longsword in his hand gradually faded, returning to a dark red color, but the high temperature remained.

"Is this all the power I have now?" he quickly assessed in his mind.

"Under normal circumstances, it should have already surpassed the concept of a regular S-class vehicle."

"After his rampage, Chu Tianjiao definitely reached the top level of S-rank in a short period of time, and even touched a higher threshold, but he was still defeated head-on..."

He couldn't help but think of the legendary names in the Kassel College archives.

"How do I compare to the peak of that retired Japanese emperor, 'King of Shadows,' Uesugi Kozue?"

"How does it compare to Menek Kassel, the legendary founder of Kassel College?"

The thought flashed through his mind, and he knew he lacked specific references, but it undoubtedly marked that he had reached a completely new level.

"Uncle Chu," Lei Lin stepped forward a few steps and stopped at a safe distance, his voice calm.

"That's enough, you've lost."

Chu Tianjiao lay in the dust for a long time before he managed to turn his head to the side with difficulty.

He looked at Leylin with his golden eyes, which were somewhat dimmed from the bloodshed and injuries, and his voice was hoarse and dry.

"Cough cough... Monster... You brat, you wouldn't happen to be some Dragon King who's got nothing better to do, so you've come down to earth to experience life, would you?"

This statement was half a joke, and half an expression of unbelievable shock.

"I grew up under your watchful eye, Uncle Chu," Lei Lin said calmly.

"From the age of three until now, every medical examination report and every 'accident' you should know my trajectory better than anyone else."

"I am a human being, at least I have never doubted that myself."

"It's precisely because I understand it that it seems outrageous!" Chu Tianjiao struggled to prop himself up with his elbows, which aggravated his wounds, causing him to wince in pain.

"Two mixed-race individuals, whose bloodlines are so diluted as to be almost negligible, gave birth to someone like you..."

"The probability of that is even lower than a meteorite hitting the same anthill three times in a row!"

"Those so-called 'humanoid weapons' cultivated by those hybrid families who have poured massive resources and exhausted all means are probably no match for you!"

"Nothing is absolute, Uncle Chu." Leylin sheathed his sword. "Didn't you see it with your own eyes today?"

"Sigh..." Chu Tianjiao sighed deeply, as if resigned to his fate, or perhaps helpless.

"Fine, if you can't beat them, you can't beat them. But kid, take my advice and come back with me for a full checkup."

"Your situation is too special. What if... I mean, what if there are hidden dangers in your bloodline that we don't know about?"

"For Zihang's sake, as long as you don't harm others, I'll risk my reputation and do my best to keep you safe."

Leylin shook his head, his tone firm: "Thank you for your kindness, but I know my own body and bloodline best."

"At least for now, it's completely under my control. I assure you, if one day in the future I discover any signs of it spiraling out of control and deteriorating..."

"You don't need to do it, I'll handle it myself."

He spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable determination.

Chu Tianjiao stared at him for a few seconds, then finally struggled to stand up, his movements somewhat unsteady.

He dusted himself off, though the action only made his tattered clothes look more comical.

"Remember what you said today." Chu Tianjiao's voice regained some of its composure.

"However, if a 'freak' like you really has a problem, I'm afraid it's beyond my ability to handle."

"At that point, we might have to get that old man, the principal, to personally intervene."

"Principal Angers?" Leylin nodded. "I've heard of him before."

"You really know a lot." Chu Tianjiao bent down and picked up the "Muramasa" from the ground with some difficulty.

He examined the burn marks on the blade, frowned with concern, and then sheathed the sword.

"Forget it, my skills are no match for you, you monkey."

"I need to go back and think about how to handle this, or... report it truthfully to my superiors and see which 'Buddha' is willing to meet with you."

"Go ahead," Leylin said, unconcerned.

Chu Tianjiao took two steps, then stopped, his back to Lei Lin, and said in a low voice, "Don't tell Zihang about tonight's events."

This wasn't a discussion; it was more like a request.

Lei Lin paused for a moment, then said, "Uncle Chu, can you protect him for a while, but can you protect him forever?"

"Sooner or later he will come into contact with another side of this world, completely unaware of it, which is sometimes more terrifying than facing danger head-on."

"I just want him to live a peaceful and ordinary life!" Chu Tianjiao turned around abruptly, his emotions running high, which aggravated his injuries, and he coughed twice.

"Stay as far away from those dirty and dangerous things as possible!"

"But he was born into this world; it is his bloodline, his destiny," Leylin calmly retorted.

"You can choose when and how to tell him, but you can't change this fact."

"Rather than letting him be caught in a whirlpool one day without any preparation, it's better to give him the ability and awareness to protect himself sooner."

Chu Tianjiao clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, his chest heaving.

The moonlight shone on his charred and disheveled face, reflecting a complex struggle.

After a long while, as if all his strength had been drained, his shoulders slumped, and his voice was filled with deep weariness and helplessness: "...Whatever, but... watch your manners."

After saying that, he didn't turn back and began to clean up his mess.

He walked to the side, picked up the sunglasses with the crooked temple, carefully wiped them, put them back on, and concealed the emotions in his eyes.

I found the exquisite cigar box again, opened it to check the cigars inside, which were all intact, before carefully putting it back into the inner pocket of my tattered trench coat.

Despite being covered in injuries and wearing tattered clothes, he tried his best to straighten his back and straighten his collar, which was completely disheveled.

He even adjusted the angle of his sunglasses in front of a reflective shard of glass in the distance, as if he were going to attend some formal occasion.

Then he took a step and walked into the shadows of the abandoned factory.

The figure, silhouetted against the moonlight and scars, struggled to maintain an almost stubborn sense of dignity befitting an adult.

Or rather, a stubborn refusal to easily show weakness.

Leylin watched him disappear into the darkness until he could no longer hear his footsteps, then gently shook his head and murmured to himself:

"Seriously... so obsessed with saving face."