Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 19

After the combat class, it was like Wei Huan had been beaten awake by Yun Yongzhou. That version of him who wanted to give up on everything—wasn’t worthy of a second chance.

Once he’d calmed down, Wei Huan carefully thought back. He had indeed received a support dispatch order—that kind of notice is only issued by Shanhai after receiving an emergency aid request from the Demon Domain Federation, and then passed on to the relevant combat units.

Wei Huan still remembered the red electronic stamp on that notice. It was definitely from Shanhai. But Jing Yun had claimed he went to the battlefield on his own.

Someone had forged that dispatch order and sent it to Wei Huan. And back then, only he went to the border canyon. He had thought the whole third combat team would be there—but when he arrived, there was no one. Even the communication channels had been cut off.

That was clearly a trap. But who had leaked that he was trapped?

Wei Huan even began to suspect there was a mole inside Shanhai.

But why target him? What benefit would come from killing him and framing him for betrayal?

Who would gain?

With all these questions swirling around, Wei Huan couldn’t see through the fog. All he could do now was survive—do everything he could to survive and find the truth of what happened back then. Yet even so, he still couldn’t persuade Nine-Tails to give him the reverse soul fruit. No matter how much he pleaded or shamelessly begged her, the answer was always the same.

“Why is Yan Shanyue so cool?” While waiting for battle uniforms to be handed out, Wei Huan started chatting with Yang Ling. Although she usually ignored him, he had this strange ability to make anyone end up playing along with his banter. “She’s cooler than most guys. Doesn’t talk much, fights like a pro.”

Recently, Wei Huan seemed to have returned to his talkative self, and Yang Ling was now bold enough to bully him again. Before, she had been terrified—worried this fragile human idiot would do something stupid.

Wei Huan kept pestering her. Yang Ling rolled her eyes at him in disdain and turned her head to lie on the table, staring at Yan Shanyue’s back with starry eyes. “Sister Shanyue is amazing. Say one more bad thing about her and I’ll twist your head off and kick it out the front gates of Shanhai.”

“Why are little girls so fierce?!” Wei Huan covered his neck as he spoke.

Yang Ling snorted. “Sister Shanyue is like this because of her family. She used to be gentle, talkative.”

“Family?” Wei Huan looked gossipy. “What does her family do?”

Yang Ling gave him a look of disbelief. “There’s only one Yan family in all of Kunlun Void. Haven’t you heard of them? Oh, right—you’re a dumb human.”

Nine-Tails. The Yan family. Of course!

Wei Huan suddenly recalled a dissolute upperclassman from back when he was still in school—a year older than him—who was also a Nine-Tails. What was his name again…? Wei Huan frowned, trying to recall. He couldn’t remember the name, only that this guy had once privately imprisoned dozens of human girls as s*x slaves—and reportedly killed quite a few. That scandal had been all over the headlines in the Demon Capital, covered by multiple news outlets and widely condemned by human rights groups.

He and Yang Ling both laid slumped over the table, staring at the aloof back of Nine-Tails. Wei Huan used the pen in his hand to poke her arm. “Hey, I heard Yan Shanyue has a brother?”

Yang Ling snorted through her nose like a small animal. “She has two. And neither of them are any good—one worse than the other. The eldest gambles all day, the second keeps human slaves and probably has blood on his hands. Their family’s business empire is massive, but Sister Shanyue was never even considered as an heir.”

Wei Huan looked puzzled. “Why not?” Yan Shanyue seemed plenty capable and independent. If the older ones were that useless, at least she’d be the silver lining.

“Because she’s a girl.” Yang Ling grabbed Wei Huan’s pen in a rage, the pen cracking loudly under her grip. “Their family has always valued sons over daughters. They think girls can only use illusions to deceive others and are incapable of doing great things.”

“Who says girls can’t accomplish great things? Look at Daji of the Shang dynasty—she even overachieved in completing Nuwa’s mission. Though, well… things didn’t end too well for her…” Wei Huan casually pried open Yang Ling’s fingers, retrieved his now scorched and blackened pen from her palm, dusted it off, and set it on the far corner of the desk.

Yang Ling was still unhappy. “Back then, her second brother kept many human girls as slaves. One of them begged Sister Shanyue to help them escape. She cried every day, saying her parents were still waiting back in her hometown. The girl even had a younger sister, only six years old. Sister Shanyue couldn’t bear it and secretly broke the barrier confining them. But in the end, the escape failed. The bodyguards hired by the Yan family were all ferocious beasts like Qiongqi—there was no way out. That girl, to protect herself, framed Sister Shanyue and said it was her idea to drive her and her little sister away.”

Wei Huan frowned. That was the textbook definition of betrayal.

“After that, aside from the woman and her sister, the others who tried to escape were all killed by her brother. Sister Shanyue was put in solitary confinement for a whole year.” As Yang Ling spoke, even the color of her pupils changed. Only then did Wei Huan notice the family crest beneath her ear—normally hidden under her ponytail. Now, as she got angrier, the purple crest began to spread.

Now he understood why no matter how much he begged, she wouldn’t agree. Anyone in her shoes would feel the same. She probably has PTSD from human betrayal by now.

What a mess. He buried his head in his arms and let out a long sigh.

Despite her fierce words, Yang Ling was still somewhat concerned about her unpredictable deskmate. “Hey, what are you lying there for?”

A muffled voice replied from his arms, “Weren’t you lying down just now too?”

“Can you compare yourself to me, you stupid human?” Yang Ling gave him a shove. “Get up. I’m warning you, the first team training is coming up. If you dare drag me down, I’ll break your bones and feed them to the dogs.”

Wei Huan sighed again. Yang Ling had hit the nail on the head—he had no desire to join any team training. So-called “training” meant getting sent out on missions: if you were lucky, you’d just stroll around and head back. If you weren’t, you’d run into some demons and monsters and end up in a fight.

But like it or not, what had to come would come.

“Now I’ll assign the group combat missions,” Xing Yan said, standing on the podium with a large chest before him. He waved his hand through the air, and a row of flaming numbers from one to ten appeared in front of him. A moment later, names began to appear beneath the numbers, followed by locations. “Memorize your teammates and your destination. Don’t mix them up.”

Wei Huan lazily looked up and glanced at the list. “Sh*t…”

He’d ended up grouped with Yang Ling and Yan Shanyue.

The guy in front turned around and teased, “Not bad, human. There aren’t many girls in our class, and you’re teamed up with the two prettiest.”

His smirk didn’t last long before Yang Ling flung a lotus flame at him, freezing the grin on his face.

“Say that again, I dare you!”

Wei Huan chuckled. “Teacher Xing really put in some thought.”

Yang Ling glared. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean, he must think I’m so weak that he paired me with the two strongest monsters in Yansui Academy to protect me.” Wei Huan patted Yang Ling’s shoulder. “Boss, I’ll be relying on you.”

“Tch, at least you know your place.”

On the podium, Xing Yan clapped his hands. The flaming group list vanished instantly. He reached into the chest. “Time to hand out your combat gear.”

That got the students all riled up—even Yang Ling looked excited.

Only Wei Huan remained completely indifferent.

“Yan Shanyue.” Xing Yan pulled out a small red box with the name of a Nine-Tails on it. He tossed it toward Yan Shanyue, who caught it with one hand.

“Next, Cheng Feng.”

One name after another was called. Wei Huan listened absentmindedly until he heard his own unremarkable alias.

“Wei Heng.”

He didn’t even look up, just raised a hand to catch the small box. “Thanks, teacher.”

Opening it, he found a small silver ring with a rectangular red gemstone at the center.

“Seems a bit big…” Yang Ling muttered as she tried to put hers on her ring finger.

Wei Huan reminded her, “It goes on the middle finger.”

She skeptically slid it onto her middle finger—it fit perfectly. Just as she was about to ask, they heard Xing Yan on the podium: “Those who’ve got your rings, stand up.”

Students stood up one after another. Yang Ling glanced at Wei Huan, who hadn’t moved, and gave him a shove. “What, your butt stuck to the chair?”

Wei Huan finally stood, grumbling under his breath, “Ugh… it’s that time I hate most again…”

“Press the gemstone on the ring.”

The gemstone gave a slight electric buzz under the pressure. Instantly, special nanomaterial extended from the ring, tightly wrapping his hands, arms, and shoulders. As soon as it touched the school uniform, it merged with it, transforming into a brand-new combat suit that covered his entire body.

The process took less than five seconds. Before anyone could react, their uniforms had already turned into deep red combat gear. The Yansui Academy combat suits weren’t entirely skin-tight—they resembled tailored military uniforms, cut closer to reduce drag. The waist was cinched, and armored plating protected the chest, abdomen, and joints.

“So cool!”

“That’s sick!”

“D*mn, your pecs look great in that!”

“Apparently, our uniforms and battle gear use the same material so they can transform instantly. Who knew it’d look this awesome?”

“After all, it’s the top academy—they’ve got to keep their tech up to date.”

Listening to everyone’s excited reactions, Wei Huan rolled his eyes like he’d lost the will to live. He really hadn’t expected that even after seven years, this whole [Magical Girl Transformation—] style of costume change still hadn’t changed…

Looking down at the red suit on himself, he missed Fuyao Academy’s elegant, cold-tone indigo battle uniform even more. He couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, “Ugh, this color is so tacky…”

Yang Ling glanced at him. “What are you mumbling about over there!”

Wei Huan immediately looked up with a survival-instinct-fueled grin. “I was just admiring the brilliant fashion sense of our Yansui Academy! How did I get so lucky to wear such a gorgeous battle suit? It’s just—so—cool—! Yansui is the best, long live Yansui!”