11: Chapter 11 Rejecting Top-Tier Treatment, Focusing on Low-Key Development

With a thought, Jiang Feng activated the skill.

Buzz!

The mana within his body began to surge.

[Mana: 9200/9250]

-50 MP

A consumption of 50 points per second wasn't considered very mana-intensive compared to his pool of nearly ten thousand points.

The next second, that indestructible air wall that separated reality from the dungeon suddenly changed in his eyes.

It was no longer an obstacle; instead, it looked like a thin layer of water mist.

Jiang Feng reached out and gently probed it.

He passed through.

The sensation was wonderful, like sticking a hand into jelly—there was a slight resistance, but it couldn't stop him at all.

"Is this the caliber of a Mythic-grade skill?"

Jiang Feng grinned and took a step forward. His body instantly became transparent, and like a ghost, he merged directly into that terrifying void turbulence that everyone feared.

...

Outside the dungeon, on the playground of Dongjiang No. 4 High School.

The atmosphere had solidified to the extreme.

That pitch-black armed helicopter was parked in the center of the playground, its rotors still spinning slowly, the downdraft blowing the skirts of the nearby girls into a frenzy.

Li Yan sat broadly on a folding chair brought by his adjutant, a cigarette dangling from his mouth that seemed like it would never finish burning.

Behind him stood two rows of soldiers armed with live ammunition, each with sharp eyes—they were true elites who had seen blood.

The old principal wiped his sweat, standing nearby with a forced smile. "General, isn't this... a bit too grand? It wouldn't be good if it scares the kids."

"Scares them?"

Li Yan threw his cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it hard with his combat boot. "A person who can slaughter every single monster in a Purgatory-grade dungeon would be scared by this little display? You underestimate today's youth too much."

Having said that, he glanced at the tactical watch on his wrist.

"Thirty seconds left until the dungeon is forced to close."

Li Yan stood up, straightened his coat collar, and his eyes became somewhat fanatical. "Everyone, listen up! No matter what the person who comes out looks like, even if they're a beggar, salute them immediately! That is our Dongjiang's hero!"

"Yes, sir!"

The roar shook the heavens.

The surrounding students who had just cleared the Normal-grade dungeon were all red-eyed with envy.

This was the prestige of a big shot!

Greeted personally by a military general with the entire school's faculty and students watching—wouldn't they be able to walk tall in Dongjiang City from now on?

Li Yan's plan was also very thorough: by treating this expert with the highest level of courtesy, he didn't believe the person wouldn't be recruited by the military.

However, in the end, it seemed things might not go as Li Yan imagined...

And at this moment...

Shen Qingni stood at the front of the crowd. She had just cleared the Hard-grade dungeon and should have been the focus of the entire field.

As it turned out, everyone was staring at that blood-red portal; no one spared her a single glance.

She bit her lip, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"This expert... just who is this sacred being?"

Time passed second by second.

Everyone's hearts were in their throats.

Ten.

Nine.

...

Three.

Two.

One!

Buzz—!

The blood-red portal emitted an unwilling hum, the light flickered violently, and then...

It went out.

The originally distorted spatial vortex quickly smoothed over, turning back into ordinary air.

Empty.

There. Was. No. One.

A dead silence fell over the playground.

Only the rustling of wind through the leaves and the awkward spinning of the helicopter blades remained.

The smile on Li Yan's face froze.

He blinked, then rubbed his eyes, confirming that the door had indeed closed without spitting out even a ghost of a shadow.

"Where is the person?"

Li Yan turned to look at the technical soldier beside him, his gaze so fierce it seemed he might eat someone.

The technical soldier was so scared he almost dropped his keyboard. His fingers tapped rapidly on the holographic screen, sweat pouring down his face. "Reporting to the General! The data shows... the dungeon has indeed closed! That expert should have come out!"

"Bullshit!"

Li Yan kicked over the chair next to him. "If they exited, where did the person go? Did they get eaten by monsters?"

"No... impossible." The technical soldier swallowed hard. "The clearance record shows a Perfect Clear, which means the player was unharmed. But... that ID's signal source suddenly... disappeared the second before the dungeon closed."

"Disappeared?"

Li Yan was stunned.

He had fought wars his whole life and seen all kinds of strange talents and skills, but he had never heard of anyone being able to bypass a portal and vanish into thin air in front of everyone's eyes.

"General, could it be... some kind of high-level space-type skill?"

The adjutant leaned in and whispered, "Like a Directional Teleportation Scroll or something?"

"Bullshit! Even those old guys in the Capital only have a few of those scrolls. Where would a newly awakened student get one?"

Li Yan cursed, but then, as if he had thought of something, a sharp light suddenly burst from his narrow eyes.

"Wait a minute... War Titan, a hidden class."

"If this kid got some incredible skill book in the dungeon..."

Li Yan's anger suddenly vanished.

He looked at the empty playground and suddenly grinned, laughing louder and louder until he couldn't even stand up straight.

"Hahahaha! Good! Good kid!"

"Not only can he fight, but he can also run! He even played a hand of 'shedding his golden cicada skin' right under my nose!"

"I've really taken a tumble this time!"

The people around were dumbfounded.

Is this general driven mad by anger?

Once Li Yan had laughed his fill, he gave a sharp wave of his hand, the hem of his coat whipping out in a crisp arc.

"Withdraw!"

"General, we're not investigating?" The adjutant was completely bewildered.

"Investigate my ass! The person clearly doesn't want you idiots to see them." Li Yan strode toward the helicopter, his voice tinged with an irrepressible excitement. "I like this kind of talented and brainy little monster even more!"

"Pass down the order: all data on this batch of awakened students is to be classified as top secret! Anyone who dares to leak a single word—I'll shoot them!"

"Yes, sir!"

The helicopter roared into the sky, leaving behind a field of students and teachers who hadn't yet come to their senses.

Shen Qingni looked at the sky. For some reason, Jiang Feng's plain back suddenly flashed through her mind.

That figure who had refused her party invitation and walked toward the Demon Tower alone.

"No... impossible."

She shook her head, tossing the absurd thought out of her mind.

How could a B-grade talent possibly do something so earth-shattering?

...

At the same time.

Dongjiang City, Old Town District.

In a dilapidated small alley, the air suddenly rippled like water.

A figure appeared out of thin air, his feet faltering, nearly stepping into a nearby puddle.

"Tsk, the landing control of this Void Walk still isn't precise enough. It almost sent me into Auntie Wang's bathhouse next door."

Jiang Feng steadied himself and brushed the dust off his clothes.

This place was a full three kilometers away from the school, a dead-end alley near his home where no one usually came.

Safe landing.

He glanced in the direction of the school; he could still faintly hear the sound of sirens from over there.

"Let you guys take your time looking."

Jiang Feng hummed a little tune and walked leisurely toward home.

This old residential area didn't even have an elevator, and the sensor lights in the stairwell worked only sporadically.

But at this moment, he found everything exceptionally pleasing to the eye.

Why?

Because he had money in his pockets!

While traveling through the void earlier, he had casually taken stock of his backpack.

Gold coins: over three million.

What kind of concept was that?