My Right Hand Allows Me to Merge Thousands of Races-Chapter 276 - 168: Evil Entity, Do Not Look Directly! (Part 2)
"Oh my God, is this an illusion? Why is the ground shaped like this?"
"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible! This is a dream, someone slap me to wake me up."
...
Everyone was in a panic, becoming completely at a loss.
The more timid students were even so frightened that they fell to the ground, their limbs weak, eyes vacant, losing the ability to act or think.
"This is a rift!"
Just as everyone was in a state of confusion, a clear and melodious voice rang in their ears.
In an instant, more than sixty pairs of eyes turned towards the voice in unison, focusing on a graceful figure.
"What? A rift?!" The PE teacher was shocked, instantly trembling with fear, "Student, don’t say such things lightly, you can’t joke about this."
The rest were also terrified, their hair standing on end, and as soon as they heard the word "rift," they immediately felt a chilling icy coldness penetrate their hearts.
"Wei’Er, are you sure?"
"The book says the chance of a rift forming is extremely small, Jinghai City has only captured a dozen in the past four hundred years, averaging only one every few decades to a century, and the location is completely random... how could we possibly encounter one?" a student asked with a trembling voice, a face full of disbelief.
Wei’Er stepped forward, and with a solemn expression, she told everyone:
"I once explored a small rift with the elders of the Elf Race, and have specifically learned much about similar situations. I know it’s hard to accept, but the fact is, we’ve all been caught in a rift. Moreover, judging from the scale here, this rift is at least a large one, the level of danger unimaginable."
As soon as she finished speaking.
Not far away, Wuer coughed, his voice heavy, "Wei’Er is right, my assessment is the same as hers."
Upon hearing this, everyone fell into despair.
These two foreign students were not ordinary people, one an Elf, the other from the Undead Race, their words held a lot of credibility.
Since both Wuer and Wei’Er said it was a rift, there was no mistake.
"Surely the outside world knows about our predicament and will send someone to rescue us, right?" someone cautiously inquired.
Upon hearing his words, the others also looked at the two foreign students with eyes full of hope.
Everyone hoped to hear the answer they wanted.
However, Wei’Er and Wuer exchanged looks, then both showed expressions of helplessness, shaking their heads in unison.
"They can’t get in for a while," Wuer said.
Wei’Er sighed and looked at everyone: "We can only rely on surviving by ourselves. If we’re lucky, we might be able to hold out until the rift’s exit opens."
Upon hearing this, the scene fell into complete silence and dead stillness.
A few seconds later, there was a choked sob.
It then triggered a chain reaction, with many people frightened into sobbing quietly, breaking into tears.
Faces were filled with despair, their eyes seemingly saying, "Our fate is sealed."
This is too unlucky!
Jinghai City’s six million people, why did the rift have to target their Class 3-4 seniors?
Not far away, Lu Xun somewhat guiltily touched his nose.
Indeed, under normal circumstances, even if a rift were to appear occasionally, the chance of it occurring at Jinghai First Middle School is extremely small given the size of Jinghai City.
Even if it appeared at Jinghai First Middle School, among so many classes, it was Class 3-4 that "won the lottery."
Apparently, this was all due to Lu Xun’s prayer turning chance into certainty, increasing the probability of various events occurring.
What seemed like coincidence was actually destiny’s arrangement.
Although he didn’t expect to drag these mortals into it, perhaps in the eyes of the Immortal Spirit God, these mortals were of no consequence at all.
Just like when you walk, you might be careful not to step on small ants, but you certainly won’t care about the dust underfoot because they are too insignificant.
Before boiling a pot of water, you wouldn’t look at it under a microscope to check for microorganisms, setting them free before boiling, respecting all life.
The Immortal Spirit God arranged opportunities for Lu Xun, and the crises in the rift were insignificant to him, as for the life or death of mortals... the god, doesn’t care.
Overcoming this rift was not difficult for Lu Xun.
If he activated his full-power Ultimate Form, he could easily plow through.
But the issue was, he didn’t want to reveal his identity too early.
Truth-Telling Techniques must be used cautiously.
Modifying other people’s memories is easy.
The trouble lies in Wei’Er and Da Gu.
After the vacation, they are to return to the Elf Race and Undead Race. Once back, the emperors and catastrophe-level elders of their clans would sense the tampering with Wei’Er and Wuer’s memories, leading to unnecessary misunderstandings and unfavorable outcomes.
Moreover, Wuer considers Lu Xun a brother; when Old Octopus had his brain stolen, it was thanks to this desk mate’s noble aid that Lu Xun could locate and resolve the enemy, turning danger into safety.
Since then, Wuer also taught him so many undead magics, offering him much help.
Though Lu Xun is powerful and capable, he is a person with boundaries and principles.
Wuer getting caught in the rift this time was due to his prayer.
So, in fairness, he shouldn’t use such unscrupulous methods on his desk mate.
The opportunity, Lu Xun wanted to take;
His identity, he needed to keep secret;
Additionally, he had to ensure Wuer’s safe exit.
It seemed difficult, but in reality, accomplishing these tasks was a piece of cake for him now.
In just a few seconds, Lu Xun came up with a plan in his mind.
