Chapter 73 | Please Stop Possessing Me, Lord Evil God!

"What!"

"We're going to war?"

Carmelo's words exploded among the crowd like a bomb. No one doubted the authenticity of his news; everyone was worried about the war that might break out soon.

There are no winners in war; once it starts, it's a disaster for everyone.

They were just a group of eighteen-year-old youths. War was a distant term to them, evoking only fearful words like death, slaughter, and corpses.

But there were some who were different.

"Be quiet, you lowly commoners."

Buze stood at the door at some unknown point. His gaze calmly swept across everyone's expressions. Although he didn't say much, the arrogance in his bones radiated from the inside out.

Under his gaze, no one dared to raise their head and meet his eyes.

"You're already this scared before the war has even begun? Don't forget how your fathers' titles were earned." He lowered his face, his expression dark and sinister. "A bunch of disgraceful trash!"

Everyone looked at each other, not daring to talk back.

Buze snorted coldly, his steps wanton and arrogant.

When he passed Carmelo, Carmelo's body trembled. He quickly sensed a certain change in Buze, and his heart was filled with astonishment.

Buze had grown stronger again!

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something but couldn't get the words out.

He had heard that Buze's brother had been killed by Rubite people. Presumably, Buze must hate the Rubite Kingdom to the core, and this grief and indignation had made him grow much more.

Everyone stared intently at Buze, watching him climb the stairs step by step and then stop beside a certain desk.

Buze stared fixedly at Grinya, his eyes quite unfriendly.

No way, again?

Grinya swallowed hard. Now that she didn't have the help of the evil god, she had no confidence to face Buze.

She hadn't forgotten how her previous god-tier language system had enraged Buze.

Since the evil god wasn't there, she absolutely didn't dare face Buze alone.

So she pretended not to notice anything, staring intently at the blackboard, her body as stiff as steel.

'As long as I pretend not to see him, he'll leave soon.'

She thought so.

However, as time passed second by second, the entire classroom fell into a long, dead silence. Buze's gaze remained fixed on Grinya, never deviating for even half a second.

Seeing Buze's gaze grow increasingly fierce, even Kriss couldn't withstand the pressure.

She first lightly nudged Grinya's arm. Seeing no reaction, she increased the force, but Grinya remained motionless.

Kriss had no choice but to whisper a reminder, "Young Master Buze is here."

Grinya remained seated, but a drop of cold sweat broke out on her forehead.

'Please, stop reminding me!'

Grit, grit.

In the silent classroom, the sound of Buze grinding his teeth was clearly audible.

Buze gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at Grinya.

This woman was still so arrogant!

She wouldn't even spare him a glance!

Faint whispers had already started in the classroom, and the looks directed at Buze and Grinya were quite strange.

Just as the atmosphere reached a stalemate, the school bell finally rang.

The crisp ringing acted like a savior, easing the terrible atmosphere. Buze snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Then the classroom door was pushed open, and Teacher Evan walked in sluggishly with his head hanging low.

He looked very dejected.

"Sorry, class. My memory tells me this should be our first lesson, but for some reason, my lecture notes tell me we've already covered the content of this lesson."

"Can any student tell me where we left off?"

...

Yesterday, Lu Xun logged off quickly after finishing the mission. That mysterious guy calling himself the Plague God was really not a challenge. He thought he was about to start a boss fight, but he hadn't expected to one-shot the guy with a single punch.

These days, any random Joe could come out and act like a boss.

He wasn't even as good as the previous Shapeshifting Banshee!

There was really no challenge at all.

However, with the mission completed, Lu Xun didn't stay long and left immediately.

He had originally wanted to do some other side quests. He remembered seeing many blue quest markers when he looked at the map last time, and since he had time now, he figured he'd take care of them.

However, to his surprise, when he checked the map again, all the quest markers had completely disappeared!

He thought the game had a bug.

When he left the palace and saw the NPCs all over the city in a frozen state, he was stunned.

Then he became certain—this game definitely had a bug.

So he exited the game and reported the bug phenomenon to the developer.

He also gave feedback regarding the matter of him being framed as a cultist.

This kind of plot where one inexplicably starts going to jail and becomes an enemy of the authorities was really exhausting to play. After all, one second he was the hero saving all his classmates in the story, and the next he was a cultist and an enemy of the world.

It was too disjointed. He really couldn't understand why the writers would design the plot this way.

Even if they wanted him to play the villain route, they should at least give him a choice.

At least for his first time clearing the game's story, he didn't want to go down such a high-difficulty path like the villain route.

In short, he suggested the developer consider removing this kind of inexplicable plot.

After exiting the game, Lu Xun had nothing to do. But since he was still high-spirited and had no urge to sleep, he hesitated for a moment and picked up his Marxist Theory book.

'Reading for a bit should make me sleepy.'

He was really afraid he might suddenly die from staying awake too long.

However, as time passed and even the sky outside turned dark again, Lu Xun developed a bad feeling.

Despairingly, he hadn't closed his eyes for thirty-six hours.

Even more despairingly, he wasn't sleepy after reading Marxist Theory for twelve consecutive hours!

Good heavens, he must be a miracle in human biological history. There was actually someone in this world who could read Marxist Theory for twelve hours straight and not only have no sleepiness but actually become more energetic!

This was not just a miracle of human biology, but also a miracle of human political science!

"Maybe I'm natural-born revolutionary material?"

Lu Xun suddenly muttered a sentence to himself that could easily get someone shot.

Embracing the mindset of a great revolution, Lu Xun decided to test his limits. So he watched online classes for another night until the next morning. It wasn't until the sky outside was slightly bright that Lu Xun closed the webpage.