Login with GoogleChapter 178: Meanwhile, on the other side...
Drowsiness surged once again.
After rinsing, Bai Wei quickly felt the drowsiness settling in.
This wasn't good news. It meant that his soul and body had once again deviated, and once he fell asleep, his soul would be swept away by the tides of the spiritual world, thousands of miles away.
There was no other choice... Bai Wei could only activate the coordinates he had left before, like dropping an anchor.
Even with their eyes blindfolded, old horses could return to their familiar pastures, and fish could always find the most suitable shallow currents. The same principle applied.
With these coordinates, Bai Wei could easily return to the desired location.
Even if he wasn't willing, he still had to continue possessing Michelle.
An ordinary person's body cannot bear two souls.
However, Michelle is a hybrid of a witch and Dragonborn, as a devoted follower of the Golden Power, she receives blessings, and her own uniqueness allows Bai Wei to temporarily remain close to her in the form of an external spirit attachment.
Closing his eyes, linkstart.
The room fell into tranquil silence as Bai Wei's consciousness drifted away.
In less than half a minute, a white shadow suddenly appeared in the room.
It passed through the gap in the door, the white shadow expanded and stretched, and a white snake with amber eyes coiled at the foot of the bed, spitting venom. When it landed, it transformed into a humanoid figure.
Kamitsumiwoikirihime shook her head. "Roaming the spiritual world, not worrying about being usurped by others."
She chose a nearby spot and sat down, her legs transforming into snake tails, coiling around Bai Wei's wrist.
Suddenly, all the nasty things lingering around were swept away, as if a wild beast had caught sight of fire.
She sat peacefully for a while, but suddenly heard some extra noise.
Dinglingling...the sound of bells came, and cherry blossom petals suddenly floated down near the window.
Kamitsumi looked towards the window and met the gaze of a pair of beast-like pupils.
The shadow of a large fox lingered briefly, then disappeared in a flash.
Kamitsumi picked up a petal from the windowsill and swallowed it, the cherry blossom color blooming in her mouth.
She stuck out her snake tongue, releasing a purple arc of lightning, then narrowed her eyes.
Her tail coiled tighter.
...
Alliance Country, Tulip Academy.
Michelle finished washing up and, as usual, dressed inconspicuously. After having breakfast, she went to the classroom.
But she noticed the strange looks from her classmates.
Tulip School wasn't that big, so news would spread quickly.
The news of Alena · Capesh being defeated by Michelle had probably spread throughout Tulip, but she didn't know how much had been distorted through rumors.
One head of the famous and carefree two-headed mountain creature approached, asking with great curiosity.
“Michelle, is it true that you defeated Alena in actual combat yesterday?""
“Um...” Michelle awkwardly smiled and remained ambiguous.
“Is that really true? I thought it was fake." The head of the mountain creature asked again, "And is it true that you used to have a nickname of 'Silk Stocking Strangler'?"
“??” A question mark appeared above Michelle's head. "Silk stockings, strangler?"
“Is it fake? And is it also fake that they say you transform into a warrior wearing dragon-scale armor when you take off your glasses?"
Michelle opened and closed her mouth, the outrageousness of these rumors exceeding her expectations.
Transform by taking off glasses? Do you think my name is Lan?!
She held her forehead with her hand, not wanting to explain such things.
But perhaps more trouble would follow. She defeated Alena·Capesh, which meant she was on the same level as Alena, but it didn't mean she was invincible. What if someone challenges her in the future?
The academic atmosphere of Tulip, or rather, the entire Swordflower Alliance, was always ready to fight when faced with an enemy.
Their martial spirit was abundant to the extreme.
If one showed cowardice, they would definitely be criticized, and various terms would stab at their backbone.
...Wuwuwu, my peaceful campus life...
After dealing with several curious people who came to inquire, Michelle slumped onto the desk and sighed, realizing that her peaceful days were about to be gone forever.
Class was boring, and the process of studying was painful. Anyone who claimed to be enjoying it was fucking lying.
She used to be able to focus easily on her books, but today she couldn't concentrate for long, often spacing out and failing to take note of the words on the blackboard.
Michelle leaned towards becoming a mage, a water mage specifically, and then obtaining a medical practitioner license, making it easier for her to establish herself in a big city.
At this time, only a small portion of graduates directly entered the workforce. Most graduates in the Swordflower Alliance had lofty ideals of building their country, and they were either serious academics or a minority who solely focused on making money without any complicated thoughts.
The optimistic slackers who lived off others were almost extinct. In a campus filled with ambitious individuals, it was unlikely to find ordinary loafers.
As someone who obtained a diploma without much effort, Michelle couldn't help but feel like an outsider. Previously, she was aware of being a deep-sea dried fish, but once she realized she possessed power, her thoughts were inevitably shaken. She became aware that she had more than one path to take, and suddenly there were several choices for her future, making her naturally hesitate.
After all, there was a higher spiritual pursuit beyond basic needs. In her heart, Michelle also yearned for someone like Liliana, a figure who would leave a mark in history.
However, in terms of mentality, she was still far from being a warrior. Even defeating Alena relied on Mr. Devil's proxy, and without his help, she wouldn't be able to accomplish anything.
Feeling frustrated, Michelle had no interest in the class and frequently zoned out. She was even noticed by the professor, who had a separate conversation with her after class, probably not wanting a top-notch student to shift from academia to practicality.
Her personality suited academia, but unfortunately, her talent and character didn't align very well.
And then, the second class in the morning was even more remarkable. Today, the teacher didn't want to teach and slammed the desk, pulling out a stack of papers. Instantly, the classroom erupted in cries.
The in-class quiz began.
Michelle looked at the questions, her scalp tingling. She didn't know more than half of them, but it wasn't her fault. She believed her level was still average, just that there was still a strong gap compared to the top.
During the exam, she was completely lost and bewildered. In her mind, she wondered if Mr. Devil were present, could he simply peek at others' papers and tell her the answers.
Cheating is shameful... but if you can cheat without getting caught, it's a personal skill.
If anyone can cheat successfully without being discovered by a Holy Domain Mage, that is definitely something worth boasting about.
As the final bell rang, many people's hearts nearly stopped. Michelle lay on the chair, completely collapsed, as if her spine had been pulled out. More than four-fifths of the classroom wore the same expression, their heads tilted back, eyes vacant, as if they had just experienced a painful mental torment and interrogation, their minds filled with the unknown of the universe and the uncertainties of life.
The teacher, with a three-part indifference and seven-part satisfaction, collected the test papers and walked away, stuffing them into a bag.
Left behind were a group of talented students who questioned the meaning of life. It was only when Michelle caught her breath that she realized ten minutes had already passed.
She abruptly stood up.
Oh no! If I don't go to the cafeteria now, all the cost-effective meals might be sold out. What's left would undoubtedly be expensive and taste awful, like tuna salad, stargazing pie, men's refueling station combo, women's beauty care combo. It's better to starve than to eat the unappetizing options, and who needs collagen protein? This is college, not a forced school lunch for elementary students.
Snatching lunch is a matter of survival for any student.
She was ten minutes late and looked at the empty meal tickets and the helpless expression on Aunt Octopus, who was serving in the cafeteria. She could only tremble as she tearfully ordered an expensive and tasteless British stew.
She wrestled with her lunch for a long time, biting hard on her cheek to swallow the pungent seafood, relying on Dragonborn's powerful digestive system. Fortunately, her constitution was strong, so she didn't have to worry about food poisoning.
As she looked at her empty plate, Michelle sincerely sighed with a feeling of "it's really not easy." She had a few more smiles of bitter sweetness, picking up the complimentary egg tart and taking a sweet bite. She loved sweets very much, but she dared not eat too much. Eating too much would easily result in weight gain, with a large amount of fat accumulating around her chest. At the age of thirteen, she had a significant amount of chest fat that caused her backache and shoulder swell from being pressed down.
Because the Dragonborn's thoracic cavity is the flame sac, she remembers her mother's flame sac was very large. When angry, once she starts breathing deeply, she sprays fierce flames, and her chest burns with blazing fire. The accumulated fat is also easily consumed rapidly, generating a large amount of heat. In the past, she put in a lot of effort to reduce the fat content of her flame sac and practiced spewing fire, but as she grew up, she became accustomed to not spewing flames because... the movements were ridiculous and the effect was not good.
Because this is not true Dragon's Breath, it is essentially similar to the venom sprayed by poisonous snakes. It has a high temperature but not very strong power. It must thoroughly activate Dragon's Blood to be effective. She can't do it, and neither can her mother. In the home, the greatest use of this kind of flame is for cooking.
Rarely having sweets, Michelle blissfully narrowed her eyes.
However, she was unaware that the peaceful days... had already come to an end.
