Within an hour, the nearly five-thousand survivors had diminished by a half. In Fudan High, humans were rapidly falling like flies. The students had to fight off the deadly portal monsters; furthermore, they also had to guard their backs against murderous individuals. In the corner of a school laboratory, three figures quietly resided.
"Bro… when will it be over?" Feng Mei eventually gathered the courage to ask. The beautiful sixteen-year-old's countenance was dreadful, and she pitifully looked at her unresponsive elder brother.
"Soon." Feng Hui sighed. The entire time, he had to act indifferent toward his little sister; otherwise, she would build up a massive fuss. Although his heart bled, he had to harden his resolve. From now on, the world would wait for no one.
Feng Hui was dejected. In the Long Kingdom, he had constantly witnessed death. However, it was different for his little sister: she was still a child. In his mind, Feng Mei would forever be his little sister, and she should always remain under his protection.
"I'll protect you forever, Sis. Please, don't cry anymore." Feng Hui finally relented, and he stood up. In a single day, the Secret Legion's master had felt waves of emotions far greater than his entire life as Long Fengge.
"Sis does not deserve this." Feng Hui's blood boiled. He was not a teenager; instead, he had the mental age of an uncle. But his little sister… she was still sixteen. In the Long Kingdom, a sixteen-year-old girl would be married already. However, in China, she was but a minor.
In this world, Feng Hui's family was his sole pride. An entire lifetime of yearning. It was a concept unimaginable to the average human. If he could, he would dote on his little sister forever. Unfortunately, the world was cruel. In a flash, their peaceful life was shattered.
"Let's go." Feng Hui reassured the two girls. In his mind, he could be ruthless to anybody but his family. When he was worthless, he only had his loving family. Now that he was powerful, he would protect them until his last breath.
"Yessir." Nian Zhen was unbelievably submissive, and she was also an excellent listener. Feng Hui was comfortable with her; she was the type of pure soul who would never hurt his little sister.
"… is Mom?" Feng Mei softly whispered with tears glistening in her eyes.
"Mother will be fine. She's tougher than you think." Feng Hui confidently said. But, in reality, he was bluffing his little sister. At this time, Feng Mei did not deserve more unneeded stress on her shoulders.
"This is enough." Feng Hui thought. For his standards, he had acted far too benevolent. In the end, only two-thousand survivors would remain anyway. Currently, he needed to get to his mother as soon as possible.
If his little sister was not present, Feng Hui would have instantly massacred the survivors. To him, the entire world could not compare to the safety of his family. If he could reach his mother's side earlier, he would choose to follow the spellcaster's rules.
Sighing, Feng Hui extended his senses. In a second, he could discern the location of countless students. In one case, a classroom of sophomores was fighting a hoard of undead skeletons. These students were wholeheartedly discussing tactics that could increase their chance of survival.
For a while, Feng Hui simply observed. In the classroom, there were beautiful female students defending the rear, white-uniformed male students fending off the front, and some teachers were shooting off commands in the center.
"Sorry." In Feng Hui's mind, there could only be two-thousand survivors. So, in reality, the process did not really matter. In the Long Kingdom, he was not an unfeeling killer. Lest it was a dangerous enemy, he would not aimlessly murder; therefore, he silently mumbled a word of apology. These students did not do anything wrong, but the group stood in the way of his mother's safety.
"Sou." Feng Hui released an invisible mental attack on the students. For weak-willed teenagers, this attack on their soul was a death sentence! In a breath, the students started feeling nauseous.
Simultaneously, the group began seeing many different forms of 'dreams.' In the Dragon Continent, powerful cultivators would use this technique to ensnare countless foot soldiers in wartime. Unless the soldiers had an incredibly strong will, the men would be unable to repel the attack and promptly fall!
Life was fleeting. In a breath of time, everything could come to an end. For Feng Hui, this statement stood especially true. Since 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, more than two decades had passed.
In a random moment, before Feng Hui had the time to react, he had been crushed to death via collision. The world was not kind. The next moment, he had awoken in an entirely different world. As a complete foreigner, he had lifelessly built a path for himself. Now, he had returned, but he could not rest.
Shortly after, the number of survivors had reduced to two thousand. Feng Hui's gaze turned sharp. After the final death, the school's domain burst, and a rumbling notification resounded.
★ [Congratulations Fudan High. Battle Royale: ✓.]
★ [Prize: Player is free to traverse level-one domains.]
"Wang Fang?" While Feng Hui was prepared to depart, a round-faced senior seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and he passionately kneeled in front of the trio. In his mind, the conceited man was an eyesore.
"Miss Mei, I am willing to serve forever! Please receive this humble Wang Fang as a servant!" Wang Fang unabashedly kowtowed, and he unwaveringly looked into the beautiful eyes of his black-haired goddess. Previously, when she saved his life, he believed that he had finally met the love of his life.
"Bro… can he?" Feng Mei first asked her elder brother, and her mellow white shoulders subconsciously drooped.
His little sister's thin figure looked like it would faint with the slightest touch; therefore, Feng Hui reluctantly followed her kind intentions. Sighing, he replied, "Fine, he can come. First, let's find Mom."
Upon the successful completion, Feng Hui was hurried. He did not waste time. With the three, he hastily raced toward the direction of the firm his mother worked in.
"Please be fine, Mom. You have to be." Feng Hui's chest threatened to burst; moreover, his handsome face was ice-cold. The entire time, he had played by the spellcaster's rules. In the Long Kingdom, he had bowed before no one.
But in the face of his mother's safety, Feng Hui could not be relentless. Time flowed like water. With swiftness, the trio climbed through masses of maimed corpses. In Shanghai, law and order had come to an end.
Feng Hui calmly looked into the distance. Shanghai was in ruin. In a mere few hours, the monsters had decimated the city. Due to the domains, humans were imprisoned like animals.
"What does he want to achieve?" Feng Hui pondered. The reason mystified him. For an Immortal, Earth had no real value. There were no real beneficial resources for cultivation; furthermore, Earth's humans relied on technology for survival. Just what did the spellcaster desire?
"Regardless, he has to die." Feng Hui's air was reminiscent of a tsunami. No one could endanger his family and get away with it. Unbeknownst to the spellcaster, he had made himself an awful enemy.