Chapter 391 - Do You Not See Your Reflection?

Meng Lian misread Han Wu’s silence for shock at the excitement. She grew even more arrogant as she spoke. “This is an offer every other male student would fight for, and you’ve earned it so easily. Kill that fool.”

Han Wu scoffed at her commanding tone and claimed the bronze chest as his own.

Meng Lian felt insulted. He just ignored my orders and took the chest for himself.

Doesn’t he know that it’s mine?

𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

“How dare you defy me and take the chest for yourself! I will spread word of your wicked deeds and ensure every female student at the college knows your wicked face,” she shrieked, sounding unhinged.

Han Wu felt his patience fray under her barrage of insults and advanced toward her.

Meng Lian assumed he was approaching her to apologize. Her voice rose even higher. “Are you scared now? Too late! I’ll only forgive you if you kill that fool and then give me all your loot as an apology!”

Han Wu could no longer contain himself. “Have you ever looked at your own reflection?”

Meng Lian froze.

He pressed, “Even if you don’t have a mirror at home, you could’ve just pissed on the ground and seen your reflection there. Where did you get the confidence to think you could command me?”

Meng Lian’s face flushed with rage. She unleashed a tirade at Han Wu without a care for propriety. “I’m a lady! What kind of man nitpicks a lady—”

Han Wu could no longer tolerate her and slapped her. She was stunned by the sudden strike. Unsatisfied with just one blow, Han Wu struck her repeatedly, determined to shatter the illusions clouding her mind.

“You think I won’t hit you just because you’re a girl? I’d strike even an animal! Have you lost your mind from living in poverty so long? Do you really expect me to give all my loot just for your forgiveness?

“I’ve heard of the poor who only have empty walls, but you don’t even have walls! You think I’d fear you just because you belong to the Saintess Club? Do you even know who I am?” he demanded.

Meng Lian trembled, a mix of fury and humiliation coursing through her. Han Wu’s relentless blows intensified her anger, and she shouted, “Who are you? Tell me! The Saintess Club will never forgive you!”

Han Wu slapped her again. “You don’t even know me, and you dare to threaten me? Go eat shit.”

Meng Lian felt herself on the brink of madness. She had never endured such disgrace, even in her clone body.

Han Wu vented his anger before striking down her clone with his Overlord Sabre. The clone’s body dissolved into fragments of light, and a wave of relief washed over him. “Finally, the world feels quieter.”

He turned to the injured boy. The latter raised his arms and stammered, “H-hey, no need to kill me. I know the rules, and I’ll handle it myself. Still, it felt amazing when you berated her just now. I respect you deeply, so I’ll leave the God equipment I found to help you. I’ll go first.”

The boy destroyed his clone with a slap to the back of his head. Han Wu sighed because he hadn’t had time to stop him. “Why were you in such a hurry? I never wanted to kill you.”

Unfortunately, the boy could no longer hear him. Han Wu examined the items left behind: two weapons and two pieces of defensive equipment—a set of boots and a bracelet.

He didn’t need the weapons immediately, so he planned to give them to the exemplary human slaves or his units upon returning to his divine realm. The defensive gear, however, would serve him well right away. He equipped the boots and bracelet, and his strength increased once more.

Elsewhere, Wei En scoured a castle perched on the side of a mountain. According to her informant, the Magic Ring was real and hidden in one of three locations in the southern region of the Middle Realm: the dwarves’ castle, the elves’ stronghold Ravendell, or the deep mountains within the gnomes’ territory.

At present, she was exploring the dwarves’ castle. The souls of fallen dwarven soldiers patrolled its halls, attacking the moment they sensed any living presence. Yet Wei En was no ordinary intruder—she was the third-year valedictorian. She raised her right arm, and scales spread across her hands. Then a God blade, forged from pure light, materialized, gleaming brilliantly and radiating sacred energy.

A single slash exorcised the fallen souls on the spot. She cut through them effortlessly and advanced deeper until she reached the vault. Inside, the treasure was staggering—so much gold that even a single ray of light reflected across the piles, illuminating the space.

Wei En surveyed the gold and jewelry heaped within the vault. The fortune was staggering, yet she felt nothing. To her, it was no more valuable than the stones scattered at her feet. As she scanned the chamber, her gaze fixed on a golden figure sprawled across the glittering hoard.

She stepped lightly, creeping closer, and realized the creature before her was a Great Dragon, its massive body shimmering gold as it slept atop the hoard. The dragon’s deep, rumbling snores echoed for hundreds of meters.

She studied it carefully and spotted a golden chest floating just above its head. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the ability to transform like Han Wu here right now, so she dared not make a reckless move. With absolute silence, she shifted her weight and edged nearer the dragon.

At last, she reached the dragon’s side and extended her hand toward the chest. In that instant, her excitement betrayed her. A single misstep sent a coin skittering underfoot, and the slight shift unleashed a cascade. Coins tumbled around her in a glittering avalanche.

Wei En darted aside to avoid the collapse and lunged for the golden chest. She was just centimeters away when the dragon’s eyes snapped open, locking onto her with a piercing glare.

Her face drained of color. Being stared down by a Great Dragon was terrifying enough, but this was a gold one—the pinnacle of physical power, its body unmatched among all others of its kind.