Lu Mingfei: What? They're all real!

More bullets rained down, and Chen Motong was cornered. She wandered around the room, but was finally forced into a desperate situation. She could only hide by the door, a spot where someone would surely break through with their bare hands. She had nowhere to go.

"I'm really unlucky," Chen Motong sighed.

She wasn't upset about seeing the guy who had previously given her a hard time; she was just upset that her tactical plan had been disrupted. She was a "hidden arrow" that had been arranged to be covered by several people, but those guys seemed to have been up all night for several nights in a row and somehow, they had all inexplicably fallen asleep—she was sure they hadn't been hit by bullets, they were just asleep.

That's why she lost her shield and was relentlessly pursued by the enemy, ending up in this sorry state.

Now, the pursuers have completely cornered her.

The wooden door to the room was kicked open forcefully. A small team of people had already figured out Chen Motong's location before entering. They were cold and fierce, forming an arc-shaped encirclement. The girl in the lead was capable yet gentle, charging ahead with a death-like aura, and in the blink of an eye, she aimed at Chen Motong's position.

"Nono, you've been checked."

She offered her farewells familiarly, then raised her Glock and, without hesitation, pulled the trigger.

Everything is coming to an end.

The bullet left the gun barrel but missed Chen Motong.

In front of the girl's gun, a boy she didn't recognize stood in the way. He was faster than anyone else could react, breaking through the encirclement on the side and rushing forward to push Chen Motong aside. Even from the enemy's perspective, one couldn't help but admire what a selfless act of rescue he had performed.

What puzzled the girl was that she clearly saw some reluctance on the boy's face, as if he didn't want to be the hero. He hung his head in distress, his face filled with pain, which did not seem like a voluntary act at all.

It was as if he was forced to rush forward by something.

But none of that mattered now. Blood blossomed before everyone's eyes. The distance was too close; Frigga's bullet didn't have time to vaporize and struck the boy squarely in the side of his face, piercing his eye. Blood gushed out, splattering onto the faces of everyone nearby.

His eye went blind without any doubt.

This was the first time in Chen Motong's life that someone would so selflessly stand in front of her. She had once been a dreamy girl, and her ideal prince charming was someone who would rush to her without hesitation when the world was collapsing, regardless of social status or anyone else. He was someone she could rely on completely, someone whose name she would instinctively call out when she was most afraid.

No matter how suitable the current situation is, she is still a girl who occasionally dreams.

But now the person blocking her way is him, the guy she hates so much she grinds her teeth.

His eyeball exploded while trying to save her.

Chapter 53 Remembering Two Names

Blood dripped onto the floor, and the room was eerily quiet. The Lionheart Society's elites had no idea that an unrelated outsider was hiding there; at least none of them had ever seen the boy's face.

It was obvious that he was a newcomer.

But no one expected this new guy to fight so desperately, as if that shot just now could really kill Chen Motong. He charged like a wild bull, knocking over the Lionheart Society members on the outer side as he rushed up. The guy's head hit the wall, he groaned and passed out, his body limp, as if he had been run over by a semi-trailer truck.

Chen Motong's body also began to feel weak.

To be honest, she really disliked the guy who had embarrassed her in public. She didn't believe in any kind of bloodline or class system, and if someone made her uncomfortable, she would definitely stand up for herself. She had been holding a grudge against him all along!

If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, she would have definitely used the gun in her hand to scare him and get revenge.

But now she knows that it can't scare him. He even dares to use his head to block bullets. He has no idea that those bullets can't kill people. There are too many self-proclaimed elites on this campus, but very few true heroes... Undeniably, Lu Mingfei has the soul of a hero.

But Chen Motong couldn't understand it.

Why? Is he a pushover who can't stand seeing anyone die in front of him? Or is there some connection between us that makes him unable to bear seeing me get killed? Or is it because he's inherently fond of fighting, so he has to get involved?

These are not even reasons! She couldn't think of a reasonable explanation!

The bullet didn't seem to hit Lu Mingfei in the head; it seemed to hit Chen Motong more. She was completely confused, her vision blurred. She didn't know what to do... Should she take advantage of the opportunity to eliminate the Lionheart Society members first, or should she worry about Lu Mingfei first...?

How could you think like that?!

She cursed herself inwardly for being shameless. It wasn't a matter of life and death, so how could she not care about this boy who would risk his life for her first? Chen Motong felt a sharp pain in her heart, as if she had been shot in the chest.

"Don't...don't worry..." she managed to say, her voice trembling, "It's Frigga's bullet, it won't...it won't..."

But the words she used to comfort him were a complete mess. She wanted to say that it was Frigga's bullet and wouldn't really kill anyone, but it was useless to say that now because the bullet was fired too close and didn't have time to vaporize. His eyes were going to be destroyed without a doubt.

"Frigga?"

The bitterness on Lu Mingfei's face finally disappeared. He made an inappropriate expression and suddenly curled the corners of his mouth as if he were smiling.

For a while, Su Xiaoqiang kept mentioning this name in his ear. Even the day before his flight took off, she still teased him, saying things like, "If you ever find Frigga, remember to call me so I can see for myself."

Although Su Xiaoqiang always looked down on his foolish remarks about comparing himself to Odin back then, she liked to refer to the red-haired girl he mentioned many times as Frigga, and would always pout or inquire about it, as if she was afraid that such a person really existed.

Influenced by her, Lu Mingfei also likes to call her that, especially at this moment.

In his blood-stained vision stood a girl who looked exactly like him. Although this simple reason wasn't very convincing, it was enough for him, for the voice that was constantly screaming madly in his heart—he didn't want to watch the girl with that face be killed in front of him.

It had nothing to do with the girl he found both annoying and pitiful; it was simply because of her face, this face copied from someone else… He couldn’t really say he liked Chen Motong, and even disliked her somewhat, but he didn’t want to see that face covered in blood. Just now, for a moment, he felt his head spinning, as if his body was out of control, as if he had gone mad.

He truly loathed this madness, but going insane wasn't necessarily a bad thing. He had certainly suffered from it, but he had also received gifts... Frigga's name echoed in his ears. He had lost an eye, just like Odin in mythology. What a coincidence, what a twist of fate...

Perhaps it was fate at work that, at this critical juncture, Lu Mingfei finally clearly recalled two names, and from them, two forces: one representing "throne" and the other representing "life".

Lu Mingfei had always craved more memories, and even more so, more power. Ever since that day, he had been like this. Now, he finally remembered more things: about "wisdom," about "Frigga," and about just how much he hated this world. He wasn't worried about his eyes at all; that was such a trivial matter.

A few seconds of silence passed quickly. The Lionheart Society members did not freeze; instead, they exchanged glances and prepared their response. They could not allow their innocent classmates to suffer such a terrible fate.

A student still in school uniform circled around to Lu Mingfei's side and rear, intending to take him away from the battlefield to the infirmary; another student cautiously fired at Guderian and the students behind him to prevent any further accidents; the others continued their attack, intending to eliminate Chen Motong first before making any further plans.

But suddenly something changed.

A strange sound suddenly erupted from the semi-enclosed room, like howling wind and thunder, spreading out from Lu Mingfei and gradually becoming more intense. The solid wood in the room was scratched with claw marks, as if it had been rubbed by beast claws. The air turned into sharp blades, and lightning coiled around the invisible wind, striking a thousand times in an instant. The solid wood furniture in the room gradually became deformed, and the people around him were not much better off. In the blink of an eye, their bodies were covered with countless wounds left by sharp blades.

The room fell silent again. The lingering wind swirled and slowed, and the crackling of the electricity gradually dissipated.

With the crisis over, Chen Motong instantly relaxed, her legs went weak, and she slid down the wall to the ground. But then she remembered how badly the boy in front of her was injured, and that was the priority now. She didn't even have time to think about what power had defeated the Lionheart Society members. It didn't seem to be any Word of Power she knew, and under the influence of Word of Power: Discipline, it was unlikely that any Word of Power could be used.

She mustered her strength to support herself, trying to walk towards the boy. Just then, another sound came from the Lionheart gang, who were huddled together. It was Susie, who was slightly stronger than the others, still retaining some reflexive reactions, unconsciously touching her gun as well. They were all seriously injured, their bodies covered in wounds more than a centimeter deep, a dense and horrifying sight.

If it was Lu Mingfei who did it, then he was actually a ruthless person capable of such cruelty... Chen Motong couldn't help but have this thought.

But this commotion was quickly interrupted. Chen Motong saw the petite figure rapidly approaching and mercilessly kicked out, delivering a swift and deadly final blow. Su Qian finally passed out completely. This attack was truly ruthless.

Then, the girl, who was obviously "keep away," didn't even glance at anything else. She just went to Lu Mingfei's side, put her arm around his armpit, and although it looked a bit comical—there was a big height difference between her and Lu Mingfei, so they weren't very coordinated and she could only put her arm around his shoulder.

The short girl struggled to stand on tiptoe to support his body, persisting despite the fact that he showed no signs of being unsteady.

Chen Motong tremblingly reached out, trying to touch the boy who was so injured that it made her heart tremble, but she was met with genuine killing intent from the petite girl. The platinum-haired girl had a murderous look in her eyes and stared at her coldly. The girl hated not just one person, but everyone here. Chen Motong had no doubt that if anyone stood up and pointed a gun at Lu Mingfei now, this girl would fight to the death.

Chen Motong forced a smile that looked more like a grimace. She couldn't even pretend anymore and explained that she just wanted to check on his injuries.

The girl didn't reply, and even looked away. She no longer cared about anyone else, but turned to look at Lu Mingfei. This ice sculpture-like girl finally showed an expression. Sadness, grief, guilt, and a series of emotions surged up at once. She moved her cheek closer to Lu Mingfei, stood on tiptoe, and tried to touch his cheek.

Only then did Chen Motong manage to shift her gaze to Lu Mingfei's face. She had never dared to look directly at his face; just seeing his face, or even just thinking about his current appearance, would make her heart clench.

But she never expected that the only thing left on Lu Mingfei's face was violence. He was looking around, his gaze sweeping over every living thing, including the students who had already fainted. His expression was stern and cold. Chen Motong could sense that he had murderous intent, and a very strong one at that.

At this moment, Xia Mi also arrived. She didn't seem too worried about Lu Mingfei's injuries, but she was very worried about him staying there. She held his hand tightly and hurriedly pulled him away, wanting to rush outside.

The two were locked in a stalemate for two seconds, but Xia Mi ultimately prevailed with her firm attitude. Lu Mingfei calmed down, helplessly shrugged one shoulder to indicate defeat, and let the girl take his hand and walk out of the room. The other girl remained close to him, like a shield to protect him from bullets.

Chen Motong was the only conscious person left in the room. She was completely exhausted and leaned against the wall, slowly sliding to the ground.

Suddenly, an overwhelming feeling of bitterness welled up in her heart, making her feel uncomfortable and nauseous...

No matter what happened, she should have said thank you... She really wanted to say thank you, but she didn't get the chance until he left.

The room was empty, and her heart was empty too. When he was there, she didn't dare to look at him, but now that he was gone, she suddenly wanted to see his face.

Chapter 54 This is really going too far!

"You, move away a bit." Xia Mi pointed imperiously into the distance, ordering Ling to move further away.

Zero remained completely unmoved.

“Let’s go a little further away. We have things to do. His eyes are in such a state. Can’t you be a little more humane?” Xia Mi looked very anxious.

“Zero,” Lu Mingfei said softly, covering his eyes, “Let’s go check over there, be careful someone might come over.”

He left in a huff, but surprisingly, he was obedient.

Xia Mi no longer cared about teasing him with things like "She listens to you so much" or "Could she be your ex-girlfriend who you dumped?" Once Ling was far away, she hurriedly squeezed in front of Lu Mingfei, opened her arms, pulled open her coat to block his front, and frantically winked at him.

At first glance, he looks a bit like some kind of exhibitionist who might suddenly stop people.

"What?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Hurry up, recover now, or what if someone else sees you? Are you going to stay blind forever? Don't tell me you're actually just a human and can't recover, then just stay blind!" Xia Mi urged in a low voice.

But she was very emotional and got angrier the more she talked, so she started to slur her words, "You're even more reckless than me! Why did you do that kind of thing? You really like her, don't you? You two-faced bastard! Saying you only like her face and don't like her is a lie, right? I think you do like her. It was just a couple arguing before!"

Lu Mingfei sat in the shadows, in an extremely secluded blind spot, out of sight of people and cameras. Xia Mi had deliberately chosen this place to avoid being seen by anyone. Lu Mingfei had to admit, she was indeed an excellent spy.

It would be an excellent way to handle the situation: to recover first and then claim that you were not seriously injured or that your eyeball was not blown out.

However, compared to the anxious girl, Lu Mingfei appeared calm and composed. His hand was firmly pressed against his bleeding eyeball, and as he looked at the girl, he suddenly grinned, revealing his teeth.

Do I look like Odin now?

Xia Mi felt like she was about to faint from anger. This guy was just malicious and deliberately bullying her! She was already in such a hurry, why did he still bring up that name at a time like this?

Her breathing became rapid, and she was panting heavily through her nose. She almost rushed over and punched Lu Mingfei in the chest again, a move she was already very familiar with.

"Alright, alright." Lu Mingfei teased the impatient girl like a cat, knowing exactly how to keep his distance, and finally stopped teasing her.

He waved his hand, then smeared some blood around his eyes and drew a winding, twisted symbol on his face. Xia Mi recognized it as dragon script, but she didn't understand its meaning. She dared not call herself a scholar, but she had never encountered anything she didn't recognize at all.

Then, something even more unbelievable happened to Xia Mi. Lu Mingfei's eye exploded completely, leaving only a few empty holes and some blurry, rotten flesh. But after the symbol was drawn, red liquid suddenly began to accumulate in the air. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be drifting from a distance. The ethereal red lines slowly gathered and finally clumped together.

Xia Mi couldn't understand it. In her mind, "recovery" meant that her body would frantically grow flesh and blood to replace the organs and tissues that had withered away.

But now the situation seems completely different. All the blood flowing from Lu Mingfei's body has returned to its original state as if time has reversed. Each drop of blood is searching for its own place. They flow slowly, forming Lu Mingfei's eyeballs like a silken net. The blood left on his cheeks has also miraculously changed from dry to warm and moist, and has flowed back into his eye sockets along winding lines.

Incredible skill.

Even from her perspective, this was absolutely a miracle. No technology recorded in the world could achieve such an exaggerated effect. Neither the power of words nor alchemy could do it. This was practically a divine miracle! The only thing she could discern was that the spiritual elements were surging wildly, which was some forbidden authority that could not be spoken of. The symbol also carried a hint of taboo.

The secrets this guy holds are far greater than she suspected.

Compared to that, his ability to manipulate pure wind elements to defeat those students seemed utterly insignificant.

“It’s not like Odin anymore.” Lu Mingfei shook his head, revealing his undamaged eyes, with a hint of regret.

Xia Mi finally breathed a sigh of relief. She put away her clothes, which looked like something an exhibitionist would wear, and turned to squeeze next to Lu Mingfei, pressing her arm against his.

"It never looked like it!" she scoffed. "Anyway, that guy wasn't really one-eyed; he was just acting like a chuunibyou, okay?"

"Is that so?" Lu Mingfei paused briefly.

"That annoying guy always does things that make no sense, like he's a chuunibyou (middle school syndrome). He's not one-eyed, but he wears a one-eyed mask; and he's got all those hunting dogs and ravens, I don't know where he gets them from." Xia Mi said in a grumbling tone, then added, "Anyway, he's no good, don't trust him."

What she meant was that, out of everyone, it was enough for him to trust only her.

"Really? Maybe they're imitating someone?" Lu Mingfei said.

“Very likely. That guy has huge ambitions; he’s always been eyeing the throne.” Xia Mi continued her rant, unusually angry. “He even rewrites history! I wonder if he laughs when he reads those myths. He’s made history completely unrecognizable and a mess! He added a bunch of nonsensical stuff, saying Jormungandr was killed by Thor. That’s utter nonsense; I’ve never even heard of such a guy!”

It turns out that what she cared about most was the end, and that's why she was angry.

"Then you'd better watch out for that guy named Thor." Lu Mingfei patted her shoulder. "What if one day such a guy really pops out from some corner?"

"Let him come then, I'll definitely bite him to death!" The girl bared her venomous fangs.

"That's it, that's how the story goes, you two died together. Maybe it's not the result of his alteration, but some kind of prophecy. Isn't it quite common for prophecies to be written as myths?" Lu Mingfei deliberately scared her.

"Hmph!" The girl was not so easily intimidated. She puffed out her chest and let out a war-like roar.

But then, something occurred to her, and her initial enthusiasm vanished instantly. She curled up, transforming into a pitiful figure, and huddled close to the boy. She whispered:

"If such a guy really comes knocking on my door, could you help me out? Please, please, you wouldn't want to see your best friend get smashed to death with a hammer, would you?"

“Okay,” the boy readily agreed. “But remember to release Fenrir and let it bite that nasty guy to death.”

"Definitely!" Xia Mi's face lit up with a smile, and no one knew what made her so happy.

She then moved even closer, almost squeezing Lu Mingfei off the edge of the steps.

This time, she's started plotting her own scheme again.

"But... what kind of technique was that? I've never seen it before. Was it a spell, alchemy, or something else? Tell me about it!" she asked chatteringly.

"You want to steal our technology, huh?"

“A friend’s curiosity!” Xia Mi emphasized.

“It’s very simple. Just order the wounds to heal. As long as you give the order, they will heal on their own,” Lu Mingfei said. “When you give the order, be a little fierce. The method doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if you speak or write. As long as your organs don’t dare to tell you that they are damaged, they are still intact. If you ask someone not to die, they will not dare to die. It’s just commanding life. It’s not a difficult thing.”

"Just say you don't want to tell me." The girl's face fell.

“Really!” Lu Mingfei defended himself. “Haven’t you heard of mythology? Frigga forced all things to swear not to harm her children, so her children became invulnerable. It’s the same principle.”