171: Chapter 171 Thirteenth Stage Complete

A man in a black Zhongshan suit stood in the center of the playground.

He flipped to the first page of the roll book in his hand.

On the first page, there was only a single line of bloody words.

[Pangu Zero, has arrived at school.]

There was no wind.

Yet the entire Original Blue Star No. 1 Middle School seemed to be held down by an invisible hand.

The air was still.

There was no sound.

Even the dust on the old desks was so quiet it didn't seem real.

Li Yan clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking.

"Another one acting like a veteran."

Zhang Changlin didn't speak, only taking half a step forward to shield the people behind him.

He could tell.

The man in black before him was neither a projection nor a Clone.

He was more like a living record.

An old record preserved by the First Blue Star until today, still capable of personally calling the roll.

Jiang Feng stood at the school gate and glanced at the black plaque.

[Original Blue Star No. 1 Middle School]

His tone was flat.

"You're telling me to go back to my seat?"

The man in black looked up at Jiang Feng.

"You're late."

"The first class has already been going on for a long time."

Jiang Feng nodded.

"Then finish up quickly."

The man in black did not get angry.

He simply closed the roll book and pointed toward the center of the playground.

"Go back and sit down."

In the next moment.

The playground ground cracked open.

Rows of old-fashioned desks rose from underground.

The desktops were covered in carvings.

There were names.

There were dates.

And some bloody handprints that were only half-visible.

It didn't look like a classroom.

It looked more like a tribunal.

Jiang Feng took a look and chuckled.

"Quite formal."

Dragon Girl poked her head out from behind him, holding a row of infant pods.

Her small nose twitched, and she immediately frowned.

"Master, there's a bad smell in here."

"Mhm."

Jiang Feng responded and walked forward.

"Don't touch the children for now."

The man in black's gaze fell on the infant pods in Dragon Girl's arms.

This time, his expression finally changed.

"You brought the recycled goods?"

"Recycled?"

Li Yan's temper flared up instantly.

"Try saying that again."

Jiang Feng raised his hand.

Li Yan immediately shut up.

He knew.

Jiang Feng didn't have time to listen to a dog barking right now.

Jiang Feng walked to the front row, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

The chair creaked.

Like some old rule being reactivated.

Jiang Feng leaned against the back of the chair and looked at the man in black.

"Is this enough?"

The man in black nodded.

"Name."

"Jiang Feng."

"Identity."

"Human."

"Affiliation."

"Liu Cuilan's family."

The man in black paused for a second.

Like an old machine jamming for a moment.

Subsequently, he looked down and crossed out a line in the roll book.

"Incorrect answer."

As he spoke.

The entire classroom lit up.

The blackboard, podium, window frames, and ceiling were all covered in blue runes.

They were densely packed.

Like a net, they enveloped the entire school.

[Classroom Rules activated.]

[Theme of this class: Pangu Model Archiving.]

[Students who do not return to their seats on time are considered to be skipping class.]

[Those who skip class will have their reality coordinates erased.]

Zero Seven's face changed.

"This is the deepest rule of the Original Classroom!"

"It's not asking you."

"It's defining you!"

Jiang Feng looked up at the blackboard.

"Defining me as what?"

The man in black opened the roll book, his tone as flat as if he were reading an exam list.

"Pangu No. 1."

"You are not Liu Cuilan's son."

"You are a sample sent out by the First Blue Star."

Li Yan's face turned red instantly.

"Bullsh—"

"Stop."

Jiang Feng spoke calmly.

Li Yan forced himself to swallow the rest of his sentence.

He felt stifled.

But he knew clearly that Jiang Feng's current anger was much greater than his own.

He just hadn't shouted it out.

Jiang Feng tapped his finger on the desk.

Thud.

Thud.

Each tap caused the blue lines under the desk to tremble slightly.

"Starting off by trying to take my mom?"

"Not even changing the procedure?"

The man in black raised his hand.

In the back of the classroom, a projection emerged.

Eighteen years ago.

Old Peoples Hospital.

Outside the delivery room.

A young Jiang Jianguo was covered in sweat, clutching a signature form in his hand.

Inside the delivery room, Liu Cuilan's face was pale with pain, but she grit her teeth hard.

In the next second.

A blue shadow fell from the white light and reached out to press down on the baby's swaddle.

A mechanical voice came from the projection.

[Maternal Anchor locked.]

[variable body Serial Number: Jiachen 17.]

[Deployment complete.]

Zero Seven's throat tightened.

"As expected."

"The First Blue Star meddled back then."

The man in black looked at Jiang Feng.

"You've lived until today not because you belong there."

"It's because you escaped from here."

Jiang Feng nodded.

"Then it's even simpler."

He raised his hand and pressed down on the edge of the desk.

"I escaped back here."

Boom!

The entire desk was pressed into the ground by him.

It wasn't the wood exploding.

It was the desk along with the blue rule line beneath it being crushed into powder.

[Classroom Rules damaged.]

[Correcting—]

The man in black's eyes darkened slightly.

"You're taking action in class?"

Jiang Feng stood up.

"You call this a classroom?"

"Stealing children, kidnapping mothers, making production lines."

"This is worthy of being called a class?"

He lifted his foot and stepped onto the podium.

A corner of the podium collapsed on the spot.

[Touching classroom podium permissions.]

[Plunderable.]

Jiang Feng said indifferently: "Plunder."

[Secret Art: Pangu Plunder activated.]

[Plundering classroom podium permissions.]

[Gained all attributes: 30 Extreme Grade.]

[Current basic six-dimensional attributes: 1147 Extreme Grade.]

Li Yan's eyelid twitched.

"You can even plunder a podium?"

Dragon Girl nodded seriously.

"Master can even plunder a pot."

"A podium is nothing."

Li Yan was silent for two seconds.

"Fair point."

The man in black looked at the System prompt without surprise.

He simply turned a page of the roll book.

"You think you're dismantling the rules."

"In fact, with every one you dismantle, you get closer to the origin."

"Because you were the origin all along."

Jiang Feng narrowed his eyes.

"Speak human."

The man in black waved his hand.

The classroom walls cracked open.

Behind the wall was not a corridor.

But a massive white birth canal.

At the end of the birth canal stood an even older blackboard.

On the blackboard, only four words were written.

[First Alma Mater.]

Zero Seven sucked in a breath.

"This isn't a school..."

"This is the entrance to the First Blue Star's main production line."

The man in black finally showed a slight smile.

"You finally understand."

"This isn't a place where knowledge is taught."

"This is the place where you are taught how to become keys."

Jiang Feng looked up at the blackboard.

The warmth in his eyes gradually faded away.

"So, Pangu Zero was made by you?"

"Not made."

The man in black shook his head.

"Sifted."

"Pangu No. 1 tried to resist and failed."

"Pangu No. 2 tried to open the door and failed."

"Pangu No. 3 tried to return to the mother and failed."

"You are No. 0."

"And also the most stable one."

Li Yan was fuming as he listened and was about to rush forward.

Jiang Feng raised his hand to stop him.

"Don't be in a hurry."

He looked at the man in black and suddenly asked:

"Who are you?"

The man in black placed the roll book on the podium.

"The Original Principal of the First Blue Star."

"And the registrar of all Pangu Models."

"You can call me Principal."

Jiang Feng nodded.

"Alright, Principal."

"Then let me ask you one thing first."

"Where is my mom?"

The Principal was silent for a moment.

Then, he pointed toward the last row of the classroom.

An empty chair had appeared there at some unknown time.

An old jacket was hanging on the back of the chair.

It was dusty.

There was a mended stitch on the cuff.

It was the one Liu Cuilan often wore in winter.

Jiang Feng's footsteps paused for half a breath.

Zero Seven's expression changed.

"It's fake!"

"This is to trick you into acknowledging the wrong thing!"

The Principal looked at Jiang Feng.

"You have a choice."

"Choose that chair, and you can return to the beginning."

"Choose Liu Cuilan, and you will lose your right of inheritance."

"Choose the maternal source, and you will get the entire First Blue Star."

"Choose an ordinary person, and you will lose everything you were meant to have."

Jiang Feng didn't speak.

He simply put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked toward the last row.

Then, he reached out and picked up the old jacket.

On the jacket, there was a very faint smell of cooking fumes.

And the smell of laundry detergent.

Jiang Feng lowered his head and took a sniff.

A moment later, he looked up at the Principal.

"Why did you steal her clothes?"

The Principal's gaze sharpened.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm letting you choose."

"Choosing her is equivalent to giving up everything the First Blue Star has given you."

Jiang Feng draped the jacket over his arm.

His tone was still flat.

But the temperature of the entire classroom seemed to have been turned down.

"This question of yours is very stupid."

"My mom has cooked for me, scolded me, and tucked me in at midnight."

"What have you given me?"

"A production line?"

He looked at the empty chair.

"That thing isn't worthy of my mom's chair."

The Principal in black didn't respond for the first time.

Jiang Feng raised his hand and pointed at the blackboard.

"You just said I was the most stable one."

"Then you should know."

"What I hate hearing most is people using my family as a test question."

In the next moment.

Jiang Feng flipped his palm.

The colorless light patterns left by the nine earth keys lit up between his fingers.

[variable core self-sustaining.]

[Sky-Opening Command: Counter.]

[Maternal Source Pollution Immunity.]

[Original Inheritance Rules, deactivated.]

The Principal in black's face finally changed.

"You've already touched the core?"

"Yes."

Jiang Feng's tone was very indifferent.

"And I dismantled it too."

As he spoke.

He raised his hand, directly picked up the empty chair, and smashed it toward the blackboard.

Bang!

The chair shattered.

The four words [First Alma Mater] on the blackboard cracked with a long fissure.

The entire classroom shook along with it.

[Classroom Foundation damaged.]

[First Blue Star Original Rules, beginning correction.]

The Principal in black suddenly raised his hand.

The roll book flipped to the last page.

A new line of bloody words emerged.

[Ultimate Trial initiated.]

[To leave the classroom, the Thirteenth Transition final advancement must be completed.]

[Class: Dao Evolution Sovereign, beginning dimension ascension.]

Jiang Feng's eyes flickered.

It's finally here.

He stood before the cracked blackboard.

The panel scrolled automatically.

As if an invisible hand was pushing his life level upward.

[Class restructuring...]

[Combat method permission Fusion...]

[Ancient War Module connected...]

[Dao Evolution Authority evolving...]

[Six-dimensional attributes crossing into a new unit: ganges sand.]

[Breakthrough complete.]

[New Class: Pangu Sovereign.]

[Basic six-dimensional attributes: 1 ganges sand.]

Li Yan froze completely.

In the next second, he blurted out a curse.

"Holy crap!"

Zhang Changlin also took a deep breath.

His eyes were full of shock.

Zero Seven's face was even paler, her breathing slowing by a beat.

ganges sand.

That was no longer something that could be understood at the Extreme Grade.

Jiang Feng looked down at his hand.

His palm hadn't grown larger.

There were no exaggerated phenomena.

Yet all the blue rule lines in the classroom were shrinking back.

Like rats seeing fire.

The Principal in black took half a step back for the first time.

"You shouldn't have ascended here."

Jiang Feng looked up at him.

"Didn't you tell me to return to my seat?"

"I sat down."

"And then?"

He took a step forward.

All the desks in the classroom shattered at once.

No wood chips flew up.

They were all crushed into dust.

"Now it's your turn to be dismissed."

The Principal in black raised his hand.

The roll book snapped back to the very first page.

A dense row of names emerged from the bloody page.

Every single name was Jiang Feng.

Behind every name was a serial number.

[Pangu Zero.]

[Pangu No. 1.]

[Pangu No. 2.]

[Pangu No. 3...]

The last line slowly emerged.

[Pangu Unit 01.]

Jiang Feng looked at that line of words.

His gaze finally turned completely cold.

"So you weren't raising variables."

"You were waiting for me."

The Principal in black did not answer.

He only slowly looked up toward the white door at the back of the classroom that was already halfway open.

Behind the door.

A familiar female voice softly rang out.

"Xiao Feng."

"Stop messing around."

"Mom is here to take you home."

Jiang Feng's fingers stopped.

Because that voice didn't come from behind the door.

It was from the old jacket he had just picked up.

It was seeping out bit by bit.