Chapter 125: Back to Number 13

  Back in his own nest, Yin Kuang felt a surge of indescribable loss and desolation. This cold and quiet house could only be called a "nest", not a "home". Yin Kuang, who had never had the habit of keeping a diary, suddenly bought one, sat quietly for a while, and then wrote on the first page: "High School Diary".

  Then, starting from the second page, it says: "I don't know what to write, but I always feel like I need to write something. University days are passing by one day at a time. Today's classes, tomorrow's classes... until the next exam comes, fighting for survival in the eerie examination scene, and then continuing with classes, waiting for the next exam... all for that piece of paper, the 'graduation certificate', exchanged with life and blood. This kind of life seems to have no end. Or perhaps, when will I die, putting a period on this peculiar journey? Now me, is still me... future me, who will I be? Leave something behind, Yin Kuang, leave some past, leave some... traces that you existed."

  "I don't know the year, I don't know the month and day, all I know is that today is Monday. In a lesson on 'Close Combat', I returned to the late Eastern Han Dynasty where heroes emerged, unfortunately, I didn't get to see Red-faced Guan Yu, White Horse Zhao Yun, or that Liu Big Ears... maybe next time I'll have the chance to meet them. In this lesson, I killed 24 people," Yin Kuang's hand paused, "no mistake, 24... people, or perhaps they were human? They could breathe, think, and speak, if not human, then what are they? But they were created by that mysterious principal, I don't know what they really are. However, this is not important, what's important is that killing them allows me to finish class, to survive..."

  "Yin Kuang, today's you, in order to survive, can only be manipulated like a puppet on strings. But believe that tomorrow's you, the day after tomorrow, eventually one day, you will be able to take control of your own destiny again, and also control others' destinies..."

  "Dad, mom, little sister... wait for me! On the day I return, I, Yin Kuang, will make you all the happiest people in this world. This is a promise as a son and as an older brother!"

  He closed his laptop, stroking the black cover, and let out a deep sigh, feeling an inexplicable sense of relief. After hiding the laptop, Yin Kuang dove into the bathroom, not thinking about anything, and took a refreshing cold shower before rolling onto the bed. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he opened his eyes again, "Dragon Soul... Purple Dragon Soul... Why did Ba Jue's brother ask me to look at the Emperor's Records? What does it have to do with controlling the Dragon Soul? But he definitely wouldn't be shooting randomly." As soon as Yin Kuang had this thought, a thick book appeared in his hand.

  On the cover, it was written in bold letters: "Kangxi Emperor"!

  "Let's see first......"

  Then Yin Kuang lay directly on the bed and began to flip through the thick "Kangxi Emperor" which was as thick as three fingers.

  ……

  The next day, which should be Tuesday. The morning course was a liberal arts course. The teacher was a slender girl wearing a gray magic robe and a wizard hat, named Huang Yuwen, who taught "Magic History Overview", telling the origin, development, classification, etc. of magic, and also talked about some very famous magicians' heroic deeds. Among them is Albus Dumbledore, the principal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in "Harry Potter". According to Huang Yuwen, she herself had been personally instructed by Dumbledore. In addition, she suggested that Class 1237 absorb or directly cultivate a magician who strengthens the magic route. Although strengthening magicians is extremely expensive, its practicality and power are also beyond doubt. To such a suggestion, Yin Kuang and others naturally remembered it. One class of three hours ended in Huang Yuwen's teacher's endless talk.

  It's worth mentioning that, based on the principal's fragmented memories, it can be summarized that the university courses are divided into two major categories. One category is "liberal arts", which simply refers to theoretical courses. For example, "History of Magic" belongs to the "liberal arts" category and is one of the required courses. The other category is "martial arts", yesterday's "Close Combat", "Long-range Combat", as well as the first "Anatomy" class, all belong to the "martial arts" category and are also required courses. In general, hands-on classes are "martial arts", while brain-intensive memory-based classes are "liberal arts".

  After class, Yin Kuang, Li Shuangmu and 11 others met at the designated location with classes 1207 and 1236. In fact, the so-called designated location was building 13, also known as "Slaughterhouse 13".

  Back to the familiar place, Yin Kuang couldn't help but raise his head and look at the huge skull on the wall. The giant skull painting was still ferocious and terrifying, with empty eye sockets that seemed to be gazing into the distance, as if looking down at the nine hells. And the large mouth seemed to be in a furious roar, yet also seemed to be laughing out loud. For some reason, Yin Kuang felt a little guilty. Because what he was about to do next was to go and take away the rewards of the ordinary students. If one word could describe him, or this group of special students, it would be "breeder".

  "When did I, who once had the same dislike for breeders, become a breeder myself? It's really a bit of a heavenly joke." Yin Kuang said with emotion, looking at Lei Shuangmu beside him. Lei Shuangmu also looked up and gazed at the giant skull on the wall, saying in a hushed tone: "To be unable to control one's own good and evil is truly the greatest tragedy."

  Yin Kuang, Bai Lüe, Pan Longtao Zeng Fei and others listened, their faces slightly changed. "Is it sad? Is it not sad?" Yin Kuang couldn't help but nod, saying: "What you said is right, it's indeed very sad. However, things will get better eventually, right? You think the same way as me, don't you?" What Yin Kuang meant was that one day, we would be able to control our own destiny.

  "Hmph, everyone wants to be carefree and at ease, but who can truly achieve it? It's just a fleeting moment in life." However, Lei Shuangmu, who naturally understood the underlying meaning of Yin Kuang's words, turned her head towards him and suddenly said, "As long as I complete my set goals and ideals, I will be content and at peace."

  Yin Kuang nodded as if he understood but didn't really understand.

  Just then, an angry voice came over, "Get out of the way, don't block my path! Special Class? Is Special Class that great? I..." However, his voice suddenly stopped short, replaced by a cold female voice, "I'll say it one last time, return to your respective classes! Otherwise, no mercy will be shown!" But from this voice, Yin Kuang knew who it was. Besides Zhu Tong of class 1236, who else could it be?

  As soon as the line of sight went out, a group of people were indeed blocking the staircase. The ones blocking, naturally, were from the special class, while those being blocked were from the ordinary class. It turned out that when the students from classes 1207 and 1236 arrived, they had already blocked the staircase on the 13th floor, not allowing anyone to leave. All those who wanted to leave were chased back by them. Some people with smaller courage naturally retreated obediently, but there were also many fierce ones. Just like this one, shouting "Is the special class that great?", then Zhu Tong's warrior knife was placed on his neck, cutting out a small wound, and fresh blood flowed out.

  It seems that Zhu Tong did not listen to the earl's senior advice and still chose the Eastern Warrior Sword as his own weapon.

  "You... you don't dare to kill me! The seniors have explicitly forbidden fighting and killing on campus. Do you dare not follow the words of the seniors?" said the tall, bald-headed young man. However, it was clear that he was still very fearful of the knife held at his throat, which could be heard from his trembling voice.

  "Hmm? Is that so? I dare guarantee, everyone present will testify, it was you who first insulted the senior, and I, just substituted for the senior to give you a little lesson. Everyone says, is that right?" As soon as Zhu Tong's voice fell, a group of students from class 1236 responded in unison: "We'll testify, it was you who first disrespected the senior!" "That's right, what Big Sister said is right, actually daring to scold even the seniors, simply deserving of death!"

  That bald-headed boy panicked, "You... you're talking nonsense, where did I insult the senior!?" Zhu Tong coldly sneered, "Don't you know that three people can make a tiger? Even if it's fake, if many people say it, won't it become true? And you guys..." Zhu Tong's cold gaze swept towards the other ordinary class members crowded on the stairs, "Tell me, would the senior rather believe us special class or you bunch of ordinary class?"

  A group of people on the stairs, ordinary class members immediately fell silent.

  Zhu Tong smiled, "Now, go back to your respective classes and stay there properly. OK?" As she spoke, her icy gaze swept across the crowd, causing everyone who met her eyes to avert their own, until finally settling on the bald-headed boy, "And you? Are you going back, or never coming back again?"

  The bald man swallowed a mouthful of saliva and retreated up the stairs with a quivering gait.

  Zhu Tong snorted disdainfully, sheathed his sword, and swept his gaze over Yin Kuang and the others, saying: "Look, it's just that simple." This woman is really overbearing.

  "Hey, 1237 class, you guys seem to be short-handed, don't you? Want me to allocate some of my people to you? Otherwise, it's not good if you get bullied later." Zhu Tong said with a smile, "However, my people can't work for free, right? Collecting some commission is also reasonable, isn't it?" Yin Kuang didn't speak, but Li Shuangmu smiled and said: "No need to worry. By the way, we should thank you for 'guarding' the staircase entrance, so we can work with peace of mind. As a token of gratitude, we are indeed willing to pay some commission."

  Zhu Tong's face changed, "What do you mean?"

  Li Shuangmu still smiled warmly, "Whatever you think it means, that's what it means." Since Zhu Tong didn't know any better and was always on the defensive, why should Li Shuangmu care about others? Although he found it strange that they had somehow offended this woman, so much so that every time they met she would mock them with cold sarcasm, but if things really got out of hand, the reason wouldn't matter anyway. What needed to be done would be done!