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.”


    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.@@@@