Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?-Chapter 229 - 231: This Time the Identity is a Team-Wipe Engine

Chapter 229: Chapter 231: This Time the Identity is a Team-Wipe Engine

[You used a Random Dungeon Scroll, and this time the instance world is: No. 5217 World of Shadows.]

[Randomizing your identity, the distribution for this occasion is: Main Character (99.99%), Supporting Character (0.01%), Extra (0%).]

[You have obtained the Main Character Identity.]

[Main Quest Released]

[Prevent the Great Celestial Collision, Reward: Lord Skill·Life Enhancement]

[Life Enhancement: Increases the Life Value Limit of all your troops and heroes (Rank × 1%).]

[Your performance in this task will be evaluated based on how well your actions fit your identity, and the evaluation will affect your final reward.]

[You have acquired a temporary skill: Archaeologist and Mysticologist]

[Archaeologist and Mysticologist: Group wipes are your routine; usually, everything around you is unlucky, or you are just as unlucky. Nicknamed the ‘Group Wipe Engine’.]

“…”

Qin Muye looked at the temporary skill and identity that seemed quite normal on the surface, but why did it involve wiping out groups?

In his mind, he already had partial memories of this identity. It was a modern world where he was named Li Yan, currently a history professor at Qing Xia College, leading a routine life—either teaching, reading in his office, or dining at the cafeteria before returning to the faculty dorm to read.

His entertainment was quite monotonous, enjoying his own company daily, while his social life was rather sparse—having few friends and being somewhat of a loner. Plus, being an orphan, he lived quite comfortably alone.

Girlfriends or a wife were out of the question; he seemed like a reclusive bookworm.

The lessons he taught were somewhat dull, but the knowledge points he covered were solid, and the students’ performance was generally satisfactory.

“I understand all of that, but you didn’t give me the corresponding historical knowledge, did you?” Qin Muye felt rather helpless; the memories provided by “Lord Era” were just an overview and not very detailed.

“First comes the identity. On the surface, I’m a history professor; next is archaeologist and mysticologist. With these three identities, how am I supposed to stop the great celestial collision?”

“Should I say my ancestors were Titans, and then I can transform, or say I’m actually an Exotic Realm Lord with millions of Elite Soldiers under my command?”

“I could fool the natives with that, but fooling ‘Lord Era’ is a tough call.”

Qin Muye knew that it was ‘Lord Era,’ not the natives of this instance, that judged him. So fooling himself and the natives might be okay—he could accept that, but expecting to fool ‘Lord Era’ might as well prepare for an F grade.

“There’s no energy environment here; it mustn’t be a world devoid of magic, that would be awkward.” Qin Muye glanced at the name of the instance world, called the World of Shadows, which might be related to shadows, but he was not sure about the specifics.

Furthermore, there was the great celestial collision. Literally, it might mean being hit by meteorites. He hoped that these meteorites would act normally and not, like the one he encountered before, completely shatter the whole world.

“If I want a high evaluation, I should start by investigating this world and look into the hidden settings of this identity. Maybe that’ll allow me to complete it smoothly.” Qin Muye didn’t just rush off; he decided to hunker down first and assess the situation.

Then he picked up a history textbook, glanced at it casually, and left with the book in hand.

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He wasn’t worried about not encountering the potentially existing extraordinary powers of this world; after all, with his temporary skill, group wipes were routine—what was impossible?

This world should possess extraordinary powers, just in a rather unique way.

Otherwise, he would not have been assigned to it. If there truly were no extraordinary powers, then such worlds would likely be narrative worlds. Otherwise, with his strength, he’d likely be able to do whatever he wanted with impunity.

So, this world must also have some terrifying existence hidden away, just that he wasn’t aware of it yet; maybe it could even relate to his identity.

“Sigh, to maintain my own identity, that’s the hardest part.”

He still had one class to teach, and he must get to it quickly. He needed at least to maintain his facade, lest he step out unrestrained and get targeted by the hidden antagonist.

This Main Character Identity didn’t bestow a Main Character Aura, just a mocking face.

He glanced at the classroom and then walked in, the students had already arrived.

Qin Muye didn’t call out their names, he just started, “Class, let’s turn to…”

He figured he’d just muddle through this class, as he had already mastered the knowledge points in this history textbook. Plus, with his academic and enlightenment abilities, teaching was relatively straightforward.

Even if he was just going by the book, he could still cram the information into their heads.

While he was teaching, suddenly there was noise outside the classroom, and a group of thugs, brandishing steel pipes and machetes, strutted in with a bold swagger.

Qin Muye was bewildered by this scene. He remembered Qing Xia Academy wasn’t a top-tier academy but it was still a school; how could it be so easy for this rabble to get in?

Their heads were dyed with multicolored hair, plus they sported the extreme non-mainstream looks with nose rings, earrings, and tattoos.

Qin Muye didn’t judge these fashion choices, nor did he judge people by their appearances, but these people wielding machetes and steel pipes in the academy clearly weren’t here for any good reason.

“Hello, it seems that you are not students of Qing Xia. Currently, we are not open for auditing classes, so please leave and do not disturb my class,” Qin Muye said courteously, just in case they had entered the wrong classroom.

Hearing this, the group of thugs burst into raucous laughter.

The leader, with a long nose ring and a hairdo like a green rooster’s combadour, casually touched his spike-studded jacket and scoffed, “Kid, I’m not here to listen to your crappy lecture, I’m here for someone. Which one of you is Wang Ge? Someone’s bought one of your legs.”

“I must remind you, assault is illegal, and your behavior is extremely serious, definitely warranting a heavy sentence,” Qin Muye kindly reminded, reminding them that this was a modern legally governed society, not those servers he had been on where might ruled.

What kind of fool came into a school to attack a student, were the guards at the door just loafing around or had they been bribed to let these people in?

In response to Qin Muye’s warning, the thugs sneered, and the leader wielded his steel pipe haughtily, “Little wimp, go teach your class and stop meddling in my business, or worry that I might cripple you.”

Then, the thug paid no more attention to Qin Muye but scanned the people in the classroom, seemingly identifying someone.

Qin Muye sighed, “I always tell myself, I am a history professor…”

“What?” The thug seemed not to hear him.

Before the thug could react, he felt a pain in his hand, and saw his hand clutching the steel pipe go limp, losing the pipe, followed by a burst of intense pain and he let out a squeal like a slaughtered pig, echoing throughout the entire teaching building.

But it was cut short after just two seconds.

Qin Muye grabbed the thug by the neck, lifted him up with one hand, and with the other hand, effortlessly crumpled the steel pipe into a ball and stuffed it into the thug’s mouth.

“I am a history professor, who likes to exercise regularly, so it makes perfect sense that I’m a bit stronger, doesn’t it?” Qin Muye said, his tone menacing.

A coward? That depends on the circumstances. The other party had come provocatively to his doorstep; wouldn’t it make him a coward not to respond?

It wasn’t like he couldn’t handle them. What about the scenario where attacking the youngsters brought the seniors in? Did they think Qin Muye didn’t have a powerful backing? Behind him were seniors, even older ones, he wasn’t scared of comparing backgrounds.

Everyone in the room was shocked by this scene.

“It…makes sense.” The thug, Qin Muye held, managed to spit out the mangled steel pipe and spoke with difficulty.

“Good to hear it makes sense. The rest of you, squat in the corner with your hands over your heads. Anyone who moves, I’ll personally iron him out, wasting my five minutes,” Qin Muye threw the thug in his hand to the corner, and the other thugs humbly obeyed, squatting in the corner.

Seeing this, Qin Muye then turned back to the podium, “Alright everyone, let’s continue, we were discussing…”

The students who were listening swallowed hard, never expecting a seemingly gentle, bookish professor to be so fierce, truly proving that appearances can be deceptive.

Consequently, some students were racking their brains to remember whether they had ever offended this history professor, whose single-handed strength could probably crush their skulls.

Of course, there were also students who had other ideas, such as learning a few tricks from Qin Muye.