Lu Mingfei Returns from the Doomsday

Lu Mingfei remembered that final land. The sky is festering flesh and blood, and the earth is crawling with indescribable organs. He lost his name there and became a weapon only for killing, piling up the corpses of countless evil gods to build his throne. The last look was when he waved his sword towards the world itself and uttered those arrogant words: "I say there will be no god tonight!" Then he woke up. The tip of my nose is the smell of chalk dust in the high school classroom, and my ears are filled with the nagging of my uncle and the snickering of my classmates. The sun was dazzling, and the peace was like a dream that could be shattered at the touch of a finger. The youth about failing children, about secret love, about powerlessness, flooded back like a tide. But inside this seemingly ordinary body, sleeping is a soul that has killed countless evil gods. His eyes changed, and the cowardice he once had was frozen in the eternal coldness. The blood-gold light that occasionally passed by was the echo of the embers of the God's throne. When the Kassel College admission notice came as promised, and when the dragon hidden in the shadow of history reawakened, Lu Mingfei just watched indifferently. Deadpool's claws? It's just a degraded aberration. The noble Dragon King? Compared to the evil god he had dismembered, he looked more like a neighing insect. His return is not to repeat the tragedy of fate. This time, he will reshape the rules of the world with his will tempered by the apocalypse and the power of devouring gods. Lu Mingze smiled in the darkness, waiting for his choice. In Lu Mingfei's hand, he had quietly grasped the invisible sword. "Come on," he whispered, with a star-crushing indifference in his voice, "let me see who can make me kneel down again this time."