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At the school gate, silence reigned.
The crowd of students who had gathered to watch the commotion never expected that a single word—"Scram"—could hold such terrifying power.
More than a dozen people had been scared stiff.
Even Tazhan—the so-called "genius" of the school—was so terrified that he wet his pants!
Looking at Tazhan's horrified expression, it was clear this moment would leave a deep psychological scar.
Even more shocking was the overwhelming aura that Fenric had just released.
It was so majestic, even ancient emperors would pale in comparison!
In the stunned silence, Fenric had already withdrawn his aura. Without sparing Tazhan a single glance, he turned and calmly walked away.
As he strolled down the street, Fenric allowed a smile to tug at his lips.
That was just him deliberately releasing a trace of Conqueror's Haki.
And it worked perfectly.
Fenric wasn't worried about exposing his identity as Shura.
Because so far, no one in the Samsara Space had ever awakened Conqueror's Haki—not a single person!
Plus, according to Aurora, there was no Luffy in the "Paramount War" instance on the 28th floor. It seemed Luffy had been delayed somewhere else due to the ripple effects of Samsara players.
In other words, almost no one on the 27th floor even knew what Conqueror's Haki looked like.
"It's boring to keep hiding like this. I should just get stronger as fast as possible! When I become powerful enough, even if the whole world knows I'm Shura, what can they do?"
With that thought, Fenric picked up his pace and hurried home.
He was planning to tackle a personal dungeon tonight.
Hopefully, this time it would offer an unexpected surprise.
Only after Fenric disappeared did the students at the school gate slowly begin to scatter.
Before leaving, each one cast a look of contempt at Tazhan.
They already hated Fenric for "stealing" Isla Wynn, but they hated Tazhan even more—for his constant bullying.
No one expected things to end like this.
The pressure Fenric had exuded left a lasting impression on everyone present.
A long while later...
Tazhan finally regained some strength.
Ashamed and trembling, he staggered to his feet.
His legs still shaky, he clambered into his car and started the engine, speeding off without a second thought.
As for the friends he had brought with him? Tazhan didn't even bother to look at them—leaving them unconscious on the ground.
How embarrassing...
Frightened just by someone yelling at him?
He had even lost control of his bladder!
As the car sped along the road, Tazhan gritted his teeth and slammed the accelerator.
He would be lying if he said he didn't resent Fenric for humiliating him in front of everyone.
But...
The sheer fear he had felt when facing Fenric came flooding back at the thought of revenge.
He was terrified.
Truly terrified.
The moment Fenric had released that aura, Tazhan felt as though fear had gripped him from the very depths of his soul.
(Ordinary people with weak wills can't withstand the pressure of Conqueror's Haki.)
"Damn it! Damn it!!"
At a red light, Tazhan furiously pounded the steering wheel to vent his frustration.
By the time he got home, a new thought surfaced in his mind—
"I don't want to go back to school..."
He had been utterly humiliated, couldn't muster the courage to retaliate, and was even scared of facing that person again...
So what was the point of going back?
Midnight.
"Jingle Bell..."
The alarm rang.
Fenric, who had been resting with his eyes closed, immediately stood up.
In the next moment, he appeared in the Samsara Space.
From his personal inventory, he pulled out a Personal Dungeon Card.
"System, I want to use this card to open a personal dungeon!"
As soon as the command was given, the system responded:
"Personal dungeon opening."
"Initiating teleportation countdown: 10, 9, 8... 3, 2, 1."
As the countdown ended, Fenric vanished from the square.
There was no white transition room, no preparation time.
Just like last time, he was directly teleported into the dungeon world.
When Fenric opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a narrow alleyway.
Dirty water trickled along the ground, emitting a foul stench.
Fenric frowned slightly, but didn't move just yet.
Instead, he watched the people walking in and out of the alley.
All of them had Asian faces, dressed in long gowns from the Republic era. Occasionally, men in tuxedos were seen riding in rickshaws.
"Long Robe? Tuxedos? Rickshaws? This feels like the People's Republic period..."
Whether that was accurate remained to be seen.
For now, his priority was to figure out what kind of world this was.
Fenric had experience with personal dungeons. He knew the Samsara system wouldn't provide tasks or hints. Everything depended on his own initiative.
Soon, Fenric stepped out of the alley.
He found himself on a busy street bustling with life.
Most of the buildings were no more than three or four stories tall, and both sides of the street were lined with shops and vendors.
Merchants shouted, vendors hollered—the whole place was lively.
Looking at the retro scenery, Fenric narrowed his eyes.
There was no doubt about it—this was some period in the People Republic in the past.
As he looked around, many people on the street began sneaking glances at him.
And for good reason.
Fenric's current appearance was nothing short of striking.
Tall and muscular, wearing a crisp white shirt, gleaming leather shoes, and carrying an aura of confidence and strength...
(In personal dungeons, the real body enters the world.)
To everyone watching, Fenric looked like the young master of a wealthy family.
Countless women—both maidens and married—couldn't take their eyes off him.
As for the local thugs? None dared approach, unable to gauge his background.
Fenric ignored the attention and approached a roadside vendor.
The stall sold porcelain—bowls, vases, all neatly arranged.
The vendor, an elderly man in his fifties, smiled warmly as he saw Fenric approach.
"Welcome, sir! What would you like to buy?"
Of course, Fenric had no intention of buying anything.
"Old Man, where is this place?"
The vendor looked slightly disappointed but didn't dare be rude. Fenric clearly wasn't ordinary.
"You must be from out of town, sir. This is Renjia Town."
"Renjia Town?"
Fenric's eyes narrowed.
That name... sounded strangely familiar?
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[Translation Note: New Arc Starts
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Ps: Cover Updated]