Chapter 275 — Angel Zhi Xin, Death God Karl

A full week had passed since the Great Sage Equal to Heaven joined the Super Seminary.

Over those seven days, Sun Wukong had amassed a vast following and fanbase.

A small portion of them were devotees of Teacher Wu Cheng'en's novel; the rest had been drawn in by his heroic bearing in the promotional film.

Besides the monkey as a powerful ally, many reincarnators who had completed their temporary missions in the Feilun Great World also chose to come to the Super Seminary world for "leisure missions."

At this very moment.

Super Seminary, the swordsmanship lecture hall.

Ge Xiaolun stared intently at the newly arrived sword goddess, his voice so tender that his good bros nearby were practically dry-heaving: "Goddess Ellen, our names both have a 'Lun' in them—what is that? That's fate, that is..."

"Could you give me a few pointers?"

Hearing this, Ellen looked at him with a half-smile, offering no reply.

According to the leisure mission she had accepted, the higher the Super Seminary students' overall swordsmanship achievements, the higher her comprehensive evaluation, and the more Destiny Gems and reward points she would ultimately receive.

With limited time and energy, Ellen's teaching had to be weighted.

Clearly, although Ge Xiaolun also played with swords, his specialty was the two-handed greatsword, paired with Silence divine arts—a simple, crude, brainless approach, utterly different from her own style.

Ellen preferred Fiona and Yi, two apprentices brimming with swordsmanship talent.

Ignoring Ge Xiaolun entirely, she devoted herself to giving her two favored students extra tutoring.

"Feifei, you're suited to the soft sword, and conveniently you're female—I can pass on to you my improved *Sunflower Manual*."

Two class periods later.

Ellen stared blankly at Fiona, who was asking her questions in earnest.

"You've already found two paths this quickly?"

"'Blade Waltz' and 'Grand Challenge'..."

It seemed the elite geniuses of this plane were different from those of other worlds across the Endless Planes.

No arrogance about them, ordinary in appearance, even somewhat shy in temperament.

She shook her head, clearing the tangled thoughts from her mind, and said, "Absolute speed and absolute damage... you don't need to make any choice. Follow your heart, and that is the correct path."

With that, Ellen turned her face toward the apprentice wearing the strange green helmet, her expression complex: "Yi, your talent for three-sword style far exceeds my expectations."

"I imagine Teacher Zoro would be very fond of a disciple like you."

"Step by step—first I'll teach you a few simple three-sword style entry techniques."

"Watch closely: this is 'Tiger Hunt,' 'Pound Phoenix,' and 'Oni Giri.'"

"This is 'Three Thousand Worlds'—a bit harder, but its advantage is decent lethality."

"Once you've mastered these entry skills, you can go to the North Star to find Teacher Zoro and learn the advanced three-sword style techniques."

...

Having been left deflated before Goddess Ellen, Ge Xiaolun trained his swordsmanship diligently every day.

He put in twelve-tenths of effort, all to gain a mere one percent more in return.

Beside him, Liu Chuang, stroking his Obsidian Cleaver, curled his lip: "Give it up. Goddess Ellen's obviously a lesbian—didn't you see how Mentor Mikasa acts? She doesn't care about Yi at all, she's just wary of Fiona."

Ge Xiaolun thrust his greatsword into the ground, wiped the sweat from his brow, and retorted breathlessly, "I'm doing this to get stronger, not to chase girls!"

Liu Chuang squinted: "Practicing sword every day—can you beat Rui Mengmeng?"

Ge Xiaolun choked.

After a long silence, he forced out a retort: "Haven't you seen *Dragon Ball Z*? As long as I train hard every day, my genes will be optimized and passed down through the generations."

"Even if I can't beat her, my son will."

"If my son can't beat her, my grandson will."

Liu Chuang nodded slightly, thinking the man made a great deal of sense.

But that didn't stop him from casually delivering a fatal blow: "Do you... have a girlfriend?"

Ge Xiaolun threw down his sword.

He was done training!

With this time, he'd be better off buttering up the new bald instructor, Jiraiya.

If he could learn the man's "Super Ultimate One-Punch Sure-Kill Technique," he'd instantly turn his fortunes around and dominate the Super Seminary.

...

While the reincarnators and students were interacting, Wang Xu was above the Shadow Pool of Giant Gorge City, meeting some extraterrestrial visitors.

Setting aside the underlings who had been stunned unconscious by his aura, he had two principal figures to receive this time.

First, the King of Angels' Holy Guardian of the Right Wing, known as the "God of War of Blazing Flame"—Zhi Xin.

This girl with a bob cut and an oval face looked delicate and lovely, her temperament rather mild—a few degrees less haughty than other angels, and a few degrees more gentle.

Second, the Death God Karl.

He hid his face beneath a trench coat, a sinister villain skilled in voice-disguising techniques.

At this moment, both the right-wing angel Zhi Xin and Karl had their attention fixed on Wang Xu.

They could not use decryption methods to read Wang Huai'an's past, nor even precisely pinpoint his current location.

Zhi Xin drew a deep breath.

She strove to make herself appear more approachable.

She even released the Blazing Sword in her hand, dropping her guard: "May I ask, sir... just what manner of being are you?"

Though Zhi Xin was young, she was a third-generation super-gene warrior and also possessed a void engine; her combat power was considerable, and she believed that even without a weapon, she would not be instantly subdued by the other.

Wang Chenzhou did not answer at once, only smiled and said, "You'll know soon enough."

"For now, there's no rush."

He turned his head, his gaze falling on Karl, and said teasingly, "Hiding your head and showing your tail is hardly a good habit. A little sincerity does no harm."

Hearing this, the Death God Karl tilted his head, as if pondering.

A moment later, he slowly raised a hand and pushed back his hood.

"Hello, both of you."

He pointed at his own heart, and his voice—originally weathered and dark—became like that of a gentle boy next door.

Clearly, this was his true voice.

"The Deathsinger, Karthus."

"Once an instructor of the Super Seminary, now leader of the Shadow World."

"My ideal is to open the Gate of Ultimate Fear and enter the Void World."

Soft golden hair, clear pupils, a gentle voice...

Zhi Xin, who had regarded him as a mortal enemy and longed to strike him down on the spot, felt her breath catch, her fighting spirit extinguished in an instant.

Someone who looks good should be a good person, right?

Even though Zhi Xin knew that the ideals Karl upheld had turned once-prosperous planets into nations of the dead.

She still believed the other must have his reasons.

"Enter the Gate of Ultimate Fear?"

Wang Xu shook his head and said in a tone of contempt, "A boring ideal."

A veteran of the Endless Planes, master of the art of turning on a dime, he gave Karl not a single chance to argue.

Wang Xu merely waved a hand, and a storm of time particles surged, swirling around Karl.

"Damn... what kind of technology is this?"

"It's far beyond my magnitude..."

Karl struggled to resist, only to find his efforts meaningless.

His energy was being stripped away bit by bit, dissipating between heaven and earth.

Wang Xu temporarily stripped the Death God Karl of his powers.

There was not much malice in it.

His purpose was simply to teach the two present a lesson, and to remind himself as well.

The transcendent power gradually receded from Karl's body.

Black light swirled in mist...

The Death God Karl's golden hair crumbled to ash and scattered; his clear eyes became two hollow voids, and his whole appearance was like that of a skeleton mage common in traditional RPGs.