Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 21

Even though the lizard was huge, Wei Huan’s bullets had all hit its weak spots.

Massive blood loss sent the monster into a frenzy—its thick tail whipped around violently, nearly snapping a nearby utility pole. A few passing demon bystanders fled the scene, while some teenage-looking little demons in school uniforms stood filming on their phones.

The lizard’s tail smashed through a wall. Chunks of rubble flew toward the children’s heads.

“Ah—!”

Yan Shanyue freed her right hand, fingers snapping straight. A plume of foxfire shot from her palm, transforming into a mist of blue fog that enveloped the stones midair, suspending them right above the kids’ heads.

“What the h*ll are you filming for?! Want to die?!” Yang Ling barked angrily. “Run!”

The stunned kids scrambled to their feet and bolted. Yan Shanyue released her hold, and the rocks finally thudded to the ground.

“Hey, Miss Hothead, if someone posts that online, you’re gonna go viral…” Wei Huan muttered. The gash on his cheek burned, but he didn’t have time to deal with it.

“This isn’t working.” Yan Shanyue frowned and drew a circle in the air. Her hand trembled, veins bulging, sweat beading on her forehead.

A glowing white ring expanded rapidly and sucked all of them into it, transforming into a massive blue spherical barrier that sealed them off from the outside.

She could still make a barrier this big while restraining more than ten monsters at once? Her demon power was truly impressive.

Before Wei Huan could marvel more, dizziness hit him. His legs gave out and he dropped to one knee, leaning on his gun.

The scales were poisonous. Belatedly, Wei Huan realized the pain shooting through his chest was as if hundreds of needles were stabbing into his heart, and his limbs were going numb. The toxin in the scales must’ve fused with the Gou Wen demon poison already in his system—no wonder it was acting up this bad.

“Hey! You stupid human!”

“I’m fine…” Wei Huan gritted out, smiling even as his face contorted in pain. He looked at Yang Ling and reached out a hand gently. “Give me one of your feathers.”

Without hesitation, Yang Ling swooped down, wings flaring to shield Wei Huan from the flying scales. She plucked a deep blue feather from her wing and tossed it to him.

Wei Huan caught it between two fingers. “And the lotus fire too. Wait a moment.”

Yang Ling didn’t understand. Wei Huan had already lowered his head and begun reciting the signal technique incantation. Though the spell varied by species, he had memorized the Yang Shang’s version in his past life just out of boredom—and now it came in handy.

He was human now, so he wasn’t sure it would work—but the barrier-crossing technique had worked last time, so he figured this should too.

“Now! Lotus fire!” Wei Huan flung the feather into the sky just as Yang Ling hurled her lotus flame. The two collided midair and exploded into a violet firework, shooting into the clouds—bang!—like a signal flare.

Activating the heart incantation drained his mental energy—Wei Huan’s chest hurt more and more, and half of his body was going numb.

He prayed silently: Please, heaven, let a badass demon show up!

Yan Shanyue lifted the seal on the Yuzao Mirror, absorbing the foxfire-bound monsters one after another. Only the last lizard demon remained. They thought capturing it would be a clean finish, but just as success was in sight, the dying lizard demon Wei Huan had shot suddenly whipped its tail, nearly knocking the floating Yuzao Mirror out of the air.

“Sister Shanyue, watch out!” Yang Ling caught the mirror mid-air and quickly flew to Yan Shanyue’s side.

In her panic, Yang Ling cast another Lotus Fire at the lizard.

The lizard demon howled, opened its jaws wide, and swallowed the fire. The next moment, it turned its head and unleashed a massive blast of violet-black flames, engulfing Wei Huan—whose legs could no longer move—completely in seconds.

“You stupid human!” Yang Ling only now realized she’d been tricked by the lizard due to her lack of combat experience.

In searing pain, Wei Huan could still hear her shouting his name, but he was powerless to respond. All he could feel was endless agony.

Looks like this is really it for me, he thought.

If I can’t get the Reverse Soul Fruit, I’m dead either way. At least I used my life to call for reinforcements. Not a total waste… I just hope whoever comes won’t be useless. If they get themselves killed too, I’ll die with regrets.

As he slipped into a haze of dying thoughts, his left eye suddenly began to burn violently—not the kind of burn from the lizard’s fire, but as if the eye itself were the source of the heat, like a fireball.

His head split with pain, and he let out a scream, raw and guttural.

Something inside this body was trying to awaken—tearing, struggling, resisting the flames outside.

It hurts. 

D*mn it.

His cries of pain were so harrowing that Yang Ling rushed forward to help him—only to be blasted back by a sudden eruption of fire from his body. Red flames surged within the violet-black ones, the force of the burst nearly tearing through the Nine-Tails Barrier.

Wei Huan, wrapped in the twin-colored blaze, was immobilized. The pain drove him to the edge of unconsciousness. Just before he blacked out, flickers of golden light pierced his hazy vision—like lightning cutting through the night.

His right eye now throbbed with pain too.

No… not pain—something was trying to escape.

Something inside was resisting confinement to this weak human shell.

Then, the ground quaked with the thud of something heavy landing. Wei Huan, still barely upright with his gun, finally collapsed.

He braced to hit the ground—but instead, he fell into someone’s arms.

Yang Ling swooped down. The flames had faded. She clung to him in a panic. “Hey! You idiot human! Are you okay? Don’t scare me like this!”

Wei Huan raised his head at her voice—and in the blur of his vision, the first face he saw was Yun Yongzhou.

He was genuinely surprised. So my signal spell actually summoned someone this strong?

But beyond surprise was a twinge of confusion—because Yun Yongzhou’s expression didn’t match what he remembered.

That face, usually devoid of emotion, now clearly showed worry—so obvious that even Wei Huan could see it.

His amber eyes had turned gold—just like that day on the chess field, when he recognized him at a glance.

But now… now he looked scared.

Why is he so panicked? He’s Yun Yongzhou…

“You…” Wei Huan tried to speak, but his body was so weak he couldn’t finish the sentence. His voice was hoarse.

Kneeling beside him, Yun Yongzhou lowered his head without a word, then held out his left hand.

In an instant, a sharp blade of light condensed mid-air. Before Wei Huan could react, Yun Yongzhou sliced open his own index finger. Blood welled up from the wound.

Wei Huan, dazed and unsure what was happening, suddenly sensed that something wasn’t right.

Ever since I woke up, everything he’s done has been off. This isn’t like the old him.

The bleeding finger trembled slightly—Wei Huan saw it clearly. That hesitation… he didn’t understand it.

Until Yun Yongzhou pressed the bloody finger to Wei Huan’s forehead. As the blood touched him, it transformed into a sun-shaped mark.

“You’re forming a pact with me?!”

Wei Huan snapped fully awake. “You’re crazy! I’m—” But before he could finish, the force of the pact obliterated his consciousness, and he collapsed into Yun Yongzhou’s arms.

The essence of the Golden Crow surged into his bloodstream. The purest, hottest light force in existence exploded inside him, stirring molten heat through his veins.

A powerful golden demonic energy surged outward like a thunderclap. The resulting shockwave sent Yang Ling and Yan Shanyue reeling, forced to shield their eyes.

The sun totem etched on Wei Huan’s brow slowly melted into his skin, leaving behind a golden mark between his eyebrows.

When the pact was complete, calm returned.

Yun Yongzhou stood up and gently picked up the unconscious Wei Huan.

Yang Ling and Yan Shanyue, who had witnessed the whole thing, were silent. One was too shocked to speak, the other lost in thought.

“I’ll take him back first,” Yun Yongzhou said, his wings spreading. The panic on his face had vanished, replaced by his usual calm. “Please help clean up the rest.”

“…Okay.” Yang Ling watched him fly off with Wei Huan in his arms, still in disbelief. She turned to Yan Shanyue. “Sister Shanyue, that was Instructor Yun, right? I didn’t see wrong, did I?”

Yan Shanyue nodded calmly. “Yes. You saw right.”

Yang Ling’s eyes widened even more. “N-no, hold on, I need to sort this out… Never mind! How could Instructor Yun form a pact with a human?! He’s that person’s son—doesn’t he care about causing trouble?”

“Instructor Yun actually publicly kept that dumb human right in front of us…” She dazedly clutched her head. “This is insane…”

Kept? Yan Shanyue wasn’t so sure.

She turned around and saw the lizard demon’s body in pieces on the ground, torn apart by Yun Yongzhou’s light blades—utter carnage. She sealed the remains into the Yuzao Mirror, cleaning up after him.

These instructors really were terrifying. They tell others not to kill lightly, but when it’s their turn, they’re the most ruthless.

She recalled Yun Yongzhou’s pact magic—and the finger he’d cut open.

If he just wanted to keep a human, he could’ve done what her good-for-nothing brothers did: brand the human slaves with a clan mark. That would make them unable to escape and ripe for exploitation.

But Yun Yongzhou had used the highest-level, most dangerous blood contract—and that wasn’t all. The mark wasn’t even the usual Golden Crow clan sigil, but a sun totem.

“Yang Ling, do you know whose clan sigil the sun totem belongs to?”

Still dazed from the shock, Yang Ling looked a bit out of it. “The sun totem…”

She suddenly clapped her hands, her eyes lighting up. “Oh! I remember! My brother said the sun totem was the demon mark of the original White-Feathered Golden Crow—but it wasn’t passed down.”

Then her brow furrowed. “Wait… but Instructor Yun is supposed to be the reincarnation of the original Golden Crow…”

She suddenly realized something terrible and turned to stare at Yan Shanyue in horror.

An irreversible blood contract, sealed with a unique personal demon mark.

That wasn’t keeping someone.