My Right Hand Allows Me to Merge Thousands of Races-Chapter 118 - 97: Want to Keep a Low Profile, But My Strength Won’t Allow It (Part 2)

Chapter 118: Chapter 97: Want to Keep a Low Profile, But My Strength Won’t Allow It (Part 2)

When you act humble with your boss, feeling self-satisfied, the boss only thinks that you lack ability and self-confidence.

However, being overly confident isn’t good either, as it can be mistaken for arrogance and self-importance.

"Oh?" Ding Xuezhu raised an eyebrow slightly, her smile slightly reined in, and she said seriously, "Although you have beaten the four masters in my shop, don’t become too arrogant. Remember, there’s always someone better out there."

She was reminding Lu Xun not to speak too boastfully and to leave himself a way out to avoid future embarrassment.

Lu Xun’s self-introduction was too exaggerated, he practically exaggerated himself to the skies.

What does "I can appraise what others cannot" mean?

What does "I can do the work of ten people" mean?

He was just shy of writing "I’m the best in the world" on his forehead.

Geniuses are all arrogant, Ding Xuezhu could understand that.

But being overly conceited just makes people resentful.

He’s just a young man, accustomed to smooth sailing, never having been dealt a harsh blow by society, blindly confident... she felt a slight regret in her heart, and her affection for Lu Xun diminished a little.

"I’m just stating the facts, not bragging." Lu Xun’s face was calm, his tone steady, "If Boss Ding doesn’t believe it, feel free to test me, by any method. If I fail, I will leave immediately and never return."

Not only did he not brag, he actually remained humble, hiding a lot.

The analytical ability of the All-Knowing Right Hand is not limited just to the field of archaeology!

"... Young man, you just cut off your own retreat with that statement."

Ding Xuezhu narrowed her eyes, "If you lose, then leave? Fine, you said it yourself."

"Yes, I did." Lu Xun nodded, true gold fears no fire.

"Wait here for me." She left these words, then got up from her seat, walking out of the room with graceful steps.

Since this super genius has never met with failure, she didn’t mind being the first setback in his smooth life!

Only a person who knows how to learn from failure can rise from disgrace and advance higher.

She indeed appreciated Lu Xun’s talent and genius, but if he couldn’t even handle failure, then he was just a mediocre person wasting his talent.

If he leaves, so be it; she wouldn’t care, hmph~

Compared to her complex internal drama, Lu Xun’s thoughts were quite simple—

’I might lose in a fight, but in this? Sorry, the All-Knowing Right Hand won’t let me lose.’

He sipped his tea as he waited, feeling quite at ease.

Five minutes later, a familiar silhouette appeared at the doorway.

She was holding a wooden box in her arms and walked towards him gracefully.

Thud~

Ding Xuezhu placed the box in front of Lu Xun on the table, then crossed her arms over her chest, her mouth curving into a slightly mocking smile:

"Come on, young genius, let sister see what you’ve got."

She didn’t even use the respectful term "young sir".

It was clear she intended to properly suppress and teach this overly conceited youngster a lesson.

Lu Xun remained calm as he reached out and opened the wooden box, peering inside.

Inside lay an ancient black stone tablet, lying quietly.

Its surface was uneven and pitted, bearing the marks of long, historical ages.

What’s truly magical was a little blue glowing "tadpole" on the tablet. It darted around, swimming across the slab with no predictable path.

"Hmm? Ancient Demon Language?" Lu Xun’s pupils slightly contracted.

The Ancient Demon Race refers to the ancient Demon Race.

Just like the Dragon Race and Elves, they arrived on this planet from the Otherworld during the first Celestial Convergence.

They were originally among the twelve victors.

Sadly, they didn’t come through during the second world war.

Fortunately, the Demon Race wasn’t completely wiped out and managed to preserve some remnants, continuing to this day.

But why call them "Ancient Demon Race"?

Because though the race continued, their civilization experienced a gap of over seventeen thousand years.

The current "Modern Demon Race" has long lost the cultural uniqueness of their race, and they don’t understand their ancestors, nor can they read Ancient Demon Language or speak the Ancient Demon Language, having been completely "modernized".

Mention the Demon Race, and LSPs immediately think of "Succubus".

Little do they know, the ancient Demon warriors were extremely powerful!

Such a massive cultural gap also makes the current archaeological work on the Ancient Demon Race exceedingly difficult.

Globally, fewer than a hundred people can understand the Ancient Demon script.

The key is, the script is incredibly abstract, beyond words.

It can’t be taught, it can’t be learned.

You either get it, or you don’t.

Just like the tablet in Lu Xun’s hand, the blue "tadpole" running around carries the information of the Ancient Demon Race "text".

A tadpole could contain ten thousand words, or it might just be a single short sentence.

Lu Xun reached out and "thud thud" knocked on the left edge of the slab, and it actually seemed startled, darting to the right.

These characters were too abstract, just looking at them brought loneliness!

Ding Xuezhu stood by with her arms crossed. Ever since her lips had curled into a smirk, they hadn’t relaxed, and she was all set to see this little fellow come up short and admit defeat.

’Analyze!’

[Analyzing... 5%... 10%...]

[... Analysis Complete!]

[Trait Points +876]

[Non-Biological Illustrated Guide x2]

[Illustrated Guide: Demon Spirit, Completeness: 84%]

[Illustrated Guide: Demon Text, Completeness: 0.00036429%, Detailed Explanation - Dear Benita, ■ months since we last met, how have you ■ been? I miss ■ you, I wrote this letter outside the Dragon ■ Valley, read it as ■, tomorrow morning the allied forces will ■ launch a full-scale attack, and strike the ■ Dragon Race final decisively...]

The Demon text consists of more than 600,000 words.

This letter, with less than two hundred.

Lu Xun quickly read it all.

He gently placed the tablet back into the wooden box.

"Sigh~"

Ding Xuezhu let out a sigh, extending her small hand to pat Lu Xun’s shoulder. From the stance of a victor, she earnestly educated him:

"Little guy, now you should understand, right? Even if you’re talented, you shouldn’t be arrogant and condescending. In dealing with others, you must learn to be cautious in words and deeds. A true master will always remain humble, maintaining the spirit of an apprentice; you’re still young and have never suffered losses, setbacks are normal..."

As she spoke, suddenly, Lu Xun gently moved her small hand off his shoulder.

"This is a farewell letter from an Ancient Demon Race husband to his wife before the allied forces’ decisive battle. The content is as follows: Dear Benita..." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

He stood up and slowly recited the text of the Ancient Demon Race, deducing explanations for parts where the "text" was blurry, combining it with the context.

Ding Xuezhu’s little mouth gaped open, her gaze turned sluggish, her delicate body stiffened, and her brain froze on the spot.

"’...Farewell, my love.’ Mm, that’s all there is."

After he finished speaking, Lu Xun sighed, reaching out to pat her shoulder, and said earnestly:

"I understand all the principles President Ding mentioned. I said I wouldn’t lose, so why didn’t you believe me?"

See, who ends up embarrassed in the end?