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Chapter 230: This Time, the Identity is a Total Wipe Engine
Chapter 230: This Time, the Identity is a Total Wipe Engine
[You have used a Random Instance Scroll. This instance world is: World 5217, the World of Ten Thousand Shadows]
[Your random identity is being determined. The current ratio is: Main Character (99.99%), Supporting Character (0.01%), Extra (0%)]
[You have obtained the identity of the Main Character]
[Main Quest Issued]
[Prevent the Great Impact of Heaven and Earth. Reward: Lord Skill - Life Enhancement]
[Life Enhancement: Increases the maximum health of all units and heroes under your command by (rank × 1%)]
[This time, your performance will be evaluated based on how well you fulfill your identity, and the evaluation will affect the final reward]
[You have obtained a temporary skill: Archaeologist and Mystic]
[Archaeologist and Mystic: Total wipes are your daily bread. Generally, either everything around you suffers, or you suffer along with it, earning you the nickname Total Wipe Engine]
"..."
Qin Muye looked at the temporary skill and identity, which seemed normal on the surface, but why would there be total wipes?
He already had some memories of his identity. This was a modern world, and he was called Li Yan, currently a history professor at Qingxia Academy. He lived a monotonous life, either teaching classes, reading books in his office, or eating at the cafeteria and then returning to the faculty dormitory to read more.
His entertainment was quite limited, mostly self-amusement, and his social life was sparse, with few friends. He was rather introverted and, being an orphan, he lived a simple and relaxed life.
He had no girlfriend or wife, and he looked like a reclusive bookworm.
His classes were rather dull, but the knowledge he imparted was solid, and the students' academic performance was average.
"I understand the logic, but you didn't give me the corresponding historical knowledge, did you?" Qin Muye felt somewhat helpless. The memories provided by Lord Era were just summaries and not very detailed.
"First, the identity: publicly, I'm a history professor, and secondly, an archaeologist and mystic. So, how am I supposed to prevent the Great Impact of Heaven and Earth with these three identities?"
"Should I claim that my ancestors were Titans and that I can transform, or that I'm actually a foreign lord with a million elite troops?"
"Tricking the natives might work, but tricking Lord Era is a bit more challenging."
Qin Muye knew that Lord Era was the one evaluating him, not the natives of this instance world. So, while he could accept tricking himself and the natives, hoping to fool Lord Era would likely result in an F-grade evaluation.
"Without an energy environment, is this a world without magic? That would be a bit awkward." Qin Muye glanced at the name of the instance world, the World of Ten Thousand Shadows. The name suggested something related to shadows, but the specifics were unclear to him.
Additionally, there was the Great Impact of Heaven and Earth. From the name, it might be a meteor impact, and he hoped this meteor would be more normal than the one he encountered before, which had shattered the entire world.
"To get a high evaluation, I need to investigate the world's situation first, and maybe uncover some hidden aspects of my identity. That might help me complete the task smoothly." Qin Muye didn't immediately seek help; instead, he decided to explore the situation first.
He picked up the history textbook, glanced at it casually, and then left with the book under his arm.
He didn't need to worry about not encountering any supernatural forces in this world. Given his temporary skill, total wipes were a regular occurrence, so what was impossible?
This world likely had supernatural forces, just in a more unique way.
Otherwise, Lord Era wouldn't have placed him here. If there were no supernatural forces at all, this would be a story world, and his abilities would make him invincible.
So, this world must have some hidden, terrifying existence, which he was unaware of, and it might be related to his identity.
"Sigh, maintaining my identity is going to be tough."
He still had a class to teach, and he needed to get there quickly to at least maintain the facade. Otherwise, if he acted recklessly, he might be noticed by the villains lurking in the shadows.
This main character identity didn't come with a protagonist's halo but rather a magnet for trouble.
Qin Muye walked into the classroom, and the students were already there. He didn't bother to take attendance and started right away, "Class, let's turn to—"
He decided to get through this class first. He had already learned the key points from the history textbook, and with his academic and enlightenment abilities, teaching the students was relatively simple. Even if he just read from the book, he could still get the content into their heads.
Just as he was teaching, a commotion outside the classroom caught his attention. A group of burly men, each wielding various weapons, swaggered in with a threatening air.
Qin Muye was thoroughly confused. He knew that Qingxia Academy, while not a top-tier institution, was still a school. How could these outsiders enter so easily?
Qin Muye didn't discriminate against these outsiders or judge them by their appearance, but the fact that they were carrying weapons into the academy was clearly a provocation.
"Hello, you all don't seem to be students of Qingxia. We don't allow auditing classes here, so please leave and don't disturb my lesson," Qin Muye said politely, considering the possibility that they might have entered the wrong classroom.
Upon hearing this, the group of burly men burst into laughter.
The leader, with a distinctive hairstyle, casually touched his peculiar jacket and said with a sneer, "Kid, I'm not here for your class. I'm looking for someone. Who is Wang Ge? We need to have a serious talk."
"I must warn you, assaulting someone is illegal. Your behavior is extremely serious and will result in severe punishment," Qin Muye kindly reminded them. This was a modern, law-based society, not one of the might-makes-right worlds he had encountered before.
Who were these ruffians, coming to the school to beat up students? Were the security guards just eating their salaries or had they been bribed to let these men in?
Qin Muye's warning only earned a derisive laugh from the burly men. The leader brandished his steel pipe arrogantly, "Keep teaching your class. Don't get in my way."
He then ignored Qin Muye and scanned the classroom, seemingly trying to identify someone.
Qin Muye sighed, "I keep telling myself, I am a history professor."
"What?" The burly man seemed not to hear.
Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his hand. His hand, which had been holding the steel pipe, went limp, and the pipe clattered to the floor. A cry of pain, like a pig being slaughtered, echoed through the entire building. But it was cut short after just two seconds.
Qin Muye had one hand around the man's neck, lifting him off the ground, and with the other, he easily bent the steel pipe into a ball and shoved it into the man's mouth.
"I am a history professor, and I like to exercise, so having a bit more strength is perfectly reasonable, isn't it?" Qin Muye's voice carried a threatening tone.
Cowardice had its place, but not in this situation. These men had come to provoke him, and if he backed down, he would be a laughingstock. Besides, these weren't unbeatable foes. If they had backing, didn't he? He had connections, and even older ones, and he wasn't afraid of their influence.
Everyone in the classroom was stunned.
"R-reasonable," the burly man managed to say, finally spitting out the balled-up steel pipe from his mouth.
"Good. The rest of you, get over to the corner, hands on your heads. Anyone who moves, I'll personally give them a taste of iron. I've wasted five minutes already," Qin Muye threw the man to the corner, and the other burly men obediently complied.
Satisfied, Qin Muye returned to the podium, "Alright, class, let's continue. We were discussing—"
The students swallowed hard. None of them had expected the seemingly mild-mannered professor to be so formidable. Indeed, one should never judge a book by its cover. Some students began to recall if they had ever offended this history professor, knowing that the force he used to bend the steel pipe could easily crush their skulls.
Of course, there were also some students who were now considering learning a few moves from Qin Muye.
(End of Chapter)
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