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Of course, there were things more tragic than this. After a few breaths, Peter realized that he could not understand the language spoken around him. No matter what the people in front of him said, he simply could not comprehend it.
He could only rely on their facial expressions and tone to make judgments.
He tried to assess whether the person was in a good mood or a bad one—
Looking at the angry face of the girl before him, Big Boy concluded that she was indeed upset.
"Is there anyone who can understand me?" Peter shouted into the carriage. A glance around revealed nothing but bewildered faces, and disappointment washed over him as he deeply felt the pain of being unable to communicate.
"Excuse me, sir... you speak Old English, right?" Just as Peter was sinking into despair, a somewhat awkward voice rang out from the crowd. Although it was clumsy and contained some grammatical errors, Peter could grasp the general meaning.
"You? You can speak English! Great!" Big Boy seized a thin boy who was mingling among the crowd. The boy looked rather gaunt, with an unusual complexion and skin tone, especially with his body wrapped in a red robe, which gave off a peculiar vibe.
Despite the boy's odd appearance, Peter was in urgent need of a translator and did not mind his strangeness.
"Listen, relay my words to these people!" Peter released his grip on the boy's arm and glanced around before continuing, "My companions have encountered a little trouble and have already gone to Vajra City, so..."
Peter crafted a suitable excuse to explain his abandonment as if his companions had left for an important matter.
Watching the boy open his mouth to explain while the crowd displayed relieved expressions, Peter finally breathed a sigh of relief; at last, he could communicate simply.
...
Vajra City
The Floating Fortress flew at full speed and soon arrived at this Station; it was still a night with a full moon hanging in the sky.
Unbeknownst to anyone, a massive moving fortress appeared above the Station. Under the cover of holographic projections, the fortress transformed into an ordinary cloud and blended into the night sky.
"Aren't we getting down?" Monster Teacher shook his head.
"Here is fine; there's no need to interact with the people of this world." Chen Fan's gaze swept over the buildings below, taking in the dazzling lights, a mocking smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.
Even though he had forgotten much, he still clearly understood the hypocrisy of this world.
After all—
Naive people do not live long!
Though silent, Monster Teacher wore an approving expression. Having spent so much time with students, it could discern the nature of humanity in this world better than most.
In the scene before dusk, it had seen the current state of this world.
It was a realm teetering on the brink of chaos and collapse.
Without the intervention of the Marvel Universe nations, this world would be awaiting destruction.
Suddenly, a childish voice echoed under the night sky. If it weren't for Monster Teacher's keen hearing, it might have missed it altogether.
Upon hearing it, its eyes narrowed slightly, a glimmer of crimson light igniting within them.
"Chen Fan... I am preparing to deal with some troublesome humans. I wonder if you are interested!" Monster Teacher's gaze fixed on a desolate area below at Station, where the voice had originated.
"You go ahead!" Chen Fan rubbed his face, hoping to shake off his drowsiness. However, despite reddening his cheeks, the weariness showed no signs of fading.
This change only deepened Chen Fan's resentment toward the Vampire Clan. If it weren't for their unexpected attack, he wouldn't have ended up in his current state.
It perfectly illustrated a saying:
—Spring drowsiness, summer fatigue, autumn naps; winter must still hibernate.
"Very well... I shall be back shortly!" As soon as Monster Teacher spoke its first word, one shadow lingered at the fortress while another had already descended before a man who was snatching food from a child's hands.
“Deadbeat... Let go, this is not food you can eat!” The man's face twisted in rage, a fierce aura emanating from him, mixed with a hint of murderous intent. He was a man who had taken lives.
Monster Teacher had a clear grasp of the current situation. At that moment, it felt like a reaper's student, hidden in the shadows of the night, piecing together everything that had transpired.
As the man prepared to strike the filthy child, it extended its Tentacle, tightly wrapping around his arm. A cold voice rang out, “Sir, stealing food from a child and assaulting a minor is against the law!”
“Ah... ah! Monster! Monster!” In the dim moonlight, the man clearly saw the figure blocking his path.
— A round head, Tentacle, eyes, and that enormous mouth capable of biting off his head...
Monster Teacher's gaze turned icy. In an instant, it noticed the child lying on the ground, three bones fractured in their body. One broken bone was misaligned with the heart's position, just a millimeter away from extinguishing a life.
A surge of explosive killing intent enveloped the man; it was the aura of the King of Assassins.
— Intense, suffocating, chilling to the bone.
At that moment of eruption, a pair of dim eyes looked over. She stretched out her trembling arm, hiding a dusty bun in her frail embrace.
“Save... save... save my brother!” The girl looked at the figure blocking her view and felt a gentle aura, reminiscent of her mother’s embrace before she had passed away.
In her innocence, she harbored no complex thoughts; her clear eyes could see through that towering, strange body and sense its warmth.
She greedily breathed in the air, her dust-covered face revealing a hint of reluctance and relief.
Her body began to numb, and at that moment, a warm ‘hand’ wrapped around her—a comforting embrace that made her feel safe—
“Oh dear... If you die, I’ll go kill your brother because I am a monster after all!” Monster Teacher released its hold on the man. It had long sworn not to kill anyone, even if they were scum.
The girl closed her eyes; her gently rising chest was filled with the breath of life. Upon hearing that strange voice, she suddenly didn’t want to die anymore...
Just like that—so willfully!
Although he had not killed anyone himself, under the murderous aura of the Monster Teacher, the man's pupils dilated, and he appeared dazed, completely stunned by fear.
After all, it was the killing intent of the King of Assassins; it was quite rare for an ordinary person to survive such pressure.
Ignoring the already dazed man, the Monster Teacher picked up the girl lying on the ground and with a swift motion, returned to the Floating Fortress at Ten Thousand Meters High.
Placing the girl on a sofa in the hall, the Monster Teacher waved its Tentacle, and strands of Dark Golden Silk Thread extended from the tip of the Tentacle, piercing into the girl's lifeless body in an instant.
Sweating profusely, it muttered, "Fortunately, I once played the role of a health teacher; otherwise, I wouldn't be able to treat such severe injuries!"
Chen Fan, looking exhausted, blinked his eyes. When he saw the Monster Teacher rush in with a girl in its arms, a slight smile crept onto his lips. However, he soon closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
With the Monster Teacher's healing abilities, even someone who had lost their breath could be brought back to life.
After a moment, wiping away sweat, the Monster Teacher smiled as it completed the treatment. The girl had been saved; this young life had stubbornly held on…
"Burp…!" Tony let out a satisfied belch as he watched from the side. Once the treatment was over, he remarked, "With injuries like that, you could have easily treated her using the medical pod in the fortress. Did you forget to read the manual?"
Tony was somewhat puzzled; it was clear that healing the girl's injuries could have been done effortlessly, yet this Tentacle Monster went through such elaborate procedures and ended up looking severely drained.
"Yiya yiya yo…!" Hearing a sound nearby, the Monster Teacher immediately froze in place. The sense of accomplishment from saving the girl vanished without a trace.
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