480: Chapter 214: Is this your friend in the cafeteria?
480: Chapter 214: Is this your friend in the cafeteria?
“Strictly speaking, it’s not about ‘Doomsday,’ but about the Grey Mist Invasion,”
Mu Daxian corrected, “Once the purebred Nightwalkers receive the ‘call’ from within the mist, they will recklessly attack the streetlights.”
“This kind of ‘newborn’ Pseudo-Human utilizes the idea of ‘striking while the iron is hot,’ devouring the Experience Students and, using their residual warmth, approaching the streetlights.
They then use the Nightwalker trait to absorb the supernatural power within the streetlights.”
“What’s strange is that pure Pseudo-Humans and Nightwalkers are utterly unable to absorb the power from the streetlights.
However, those ‘newborn’ Pseudo-Humans can, and I do not know why.”
“But, after they have absorbed the supernatural power from the streetlights, they imdiately die…
a kind of death so complete that no amount of absorbed supernatural power from the mist can revive them.”
“It should be any mont now…
Look,” Mu Daxian pointed at the newborn Pseudo-Humans beneath his feet.
Indeed, from a mont ago, they had been still, barely squirming like a puddle of mud that had entered a sage’s ti.
Sure enough, not long after, the two Pseudo-Humans convulsed wildly, then visibly stiffened at a rate detectable to the naked eye, turning into two sculptures as if they were fading away.
Throughout the whole process, their bodies emitted a great amount of greenish powder-like particles, just like a steam train expelling steam.
When the spray ended, they had completely transford into sculptures that were neither fully human nor wholly lifeless mud.
Unlike the Human Sculptures in the Phalanx of sculptures, the statues that the two newborn Pseudo-Humans had beco emitted no “breath” at all.
They were indeed thoroughly dead.
“This…” Witnessing it firsthand, Mao Feiyang couldn’t help but widen his eyes in shock.
Mu Daxian raised his palette and smashed them with force, then lifted his foot and crushed the larger pieces as if stepping on ice chunks.
After doing this, Mu Daxian reached into his cloth bag and took out a paintbrush, intending to mark the streetlight pole with a number anew.
But after a brief pause, he silently put away the brush.
“Let’s go,” Mu Daxian patted the streetlight pole gently and then walked away without turning back.
Mao Feiyang, puzzled, hurriedly followed him.
Only when they had left the area of the Teaching Building and entered the Cafeteria area did Mu Daxian finally breathe a sigh of relief.
Seeing this, Mao Feiyang didn’t dare take deep breaths, knowing that Mu Daxian must have sensed sothing.
“Strange, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Mao Feiyang nodded honestly, guessing that Mu Daxian’s question ant that the unknown crisis had been temporarily averted, “Was there so kind of danger just now?”
Mu Daxian said, “Just a short distance from that streetlight pole we were at, hidden in the Green Forest Belt, there was a Pseudo-Human Art Student.
If it hadn’t lost composure and given itself away while I was about to add the number on the pole, things might have been grim for us.”
Mao Feiyang, hearing this, tensed his muscles montarily: “There was such a thing?!”
Mu Daxian nodded slightly, explaining, “If we were in my pri, adding that number would have been trivial and wouldn’t have drained much of my power.
But just now, I couldn’t.
Without adding the number, I had enough power left to pin that creepy Art Student to the ground, but if I had proceeded, it would have been the end of us.”
“Let’s go to the Cafeteria.”
Mu Daxian said nonchalantly, continuing on his way at an unhurried pace.
“Ah…
Oh, yes, yes!
Of course!” Mao Feiyang hurriedly followed.
Not long after the two had left, rustling sounds ca from the Green Forest Belt.
A Pseudo-Human Art Student in dark green clothes slowly erged from the shadows nearby.
Behind it was the intersection of the Cobblestone path and the Green Forest Belt.
Right there, among the lingering mist that never seed to dissipate, stood a streetlight pole.
Not only was the streetlight off, but its blurry number was also marked in crimson paint…
“Worthy of being Mu Daxian…
Even in this state, he could easily deal with …”
“Dealing with him will require a long-term plan.”
Near that Pseudo-Human Art Student, another taller and thinner Pseudo-Human Art Student erged from the dry leaves with a ‘rustle,’ his horse-faced expression solemn as he spoke.
If Lin Yi were here, he would recognize that this horse-faced Pseudo-Human Art Student was the one who had offered him tomatoes during lunch on May 8…
After confirming that Mu Daxian still retained considerable combat capabilities, the two Pseudo-Human Art Students abandoned their pursuit and decided to retreat back into the Green Forest Belt.
…
As Mao Feiyang walked through the Cafeteria area, he observed the streetlights and couldn’t help but whisper, “Brother Xian, it seems like quite a few streetlights here are also out…”
“That’s normal.”
“Didn’t I just tell you?
Streetlights are, to so extent, a reserve energy source for us Art Students, so occurrences like my bursting a streetlight will cause other streetlights to go dark.”
“Hmm…”
“But actually, that’s just a small part of the reason,” Mu Daxian explained, “Art Students capable of bursting streetlights are rare; even within the entire Art Building, they are fewer than a handful, truly one in ten thousand…”
“Brother Xian, how about we skip your collection of graduate vocabulary describing yourself and get to the main point?” Mao Feiyang couldn’t help interrupting.
“Ahem,” Mu Daxian coughed, “All right.”
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