Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 42

“What you just watched was the live scene of the simulated battle at Shanhai University. We will now take a ten-minute break while we wait for the next group of contestants to enter the arena.”

On the giant screen, the host was interviewing the Dean of Shanhai University.

“That was an incredibly exciting match just now. I’d like to ask, in your opinion, who was the standout performer in that battle?”

White Tiger Lin Zhengze cleared his throat. “Everyone performed excellently in that match. They all surprised me. Each one of them is highly talented with great potential.”

The host pressed on, “What do you think about that human student? Did his performance exceed your expectations?”

“Well, about that—”

Suddenly, the screen went black.

Yun Yongzhou’s expression immediately turned impatient.

“You still have time to watch that human’s match?”

A tall man crossed the barrier in the room and walked in.

Yun Yongzhou sat lazily on the carpet, one leg bent, appearing quite relaxed. But both his wrists and ankles were shackled by crimson chains of flame, the same as the fire barrier on the door.

“I told you to reflect properly at home, not to act deaf and dumb and resist me passively!”

Yun Yongzhou still said nothing, not even sparing the man a glance.

That total disregard finally pushed the man into a fury. Flames ignited in both his hands.

“Yun Yongzhou, the older you get, the more unruly you become! You almost threw your life away for that Nine Phoenix. And now, along comes a human. You, the son of the Prime Minister of the Federal Government, the only demon in the entire demon domain to inherit the Light bloodline—yet you formed a blood pact with a human! Are you out of your mind?”

Yun Yongzhou lowered his eyes, silently staring at the flame chains on his wrists.

“I think you’ve gone insane. Tomorrow, I’ll resign your university enrollment. You’ll obediently come work in the Federal Government! And that blood pact with the human? I’ll have it broken immediately! You’ve completely disgraced the Yun family. If people didn’t believe you were the reincarnation of the First Generation, do you really think I’d have pinned so many hopes on you!?”

Yun Yongzhou finally lifted his gaze. His expression was emotionless, his voice cold, completely at odds with the other man’s fury.

“The blood pact cannot be broken.”

“You—!” In his rage, the man unleashed scorching Golden Crow flames, engulfing Yun Yongzhou. “I have no son like you!”

Yun Yongzhou frowned. He couldn’t even be bothered to resist. He simply stood up, walking through the flames toward the man. When he met his father’s eyes, his always-clear amber pupils had already turned gold, and within them flickered the symbol of the sun.

Engulfed in flames, his tone was like stating a trivial fact.

“Too bad—I’m not afraid of fire.”

“And you really don’t have a son like me.”

As soon as he finished, Yun Yongzhou raised his palm. All the raging flames were instantly sucked into his hand like a vortex. Behind him, countless golden light spears appeared, all pointed straight at the man before him—his father, Yun Ting, the Prime Minister of the Demon Federation Government.

Watching this, Yun Ting let out a furious, sarcastic laugh. “Good. Very good. You’ve been disobedient since you were a child. Now you’ve grown even worse. I really regret…”

“Regret bringing me back to the family?” Yun Yongzhou’s lips curved. “There’s still time to kick me out now.”

With that, he turned and walked toward the door, the golden spears hovering in the air, following his every step.

“I’m tired of playing these pointless father-son games with you.” Yun Yongzhou raised his hand and pressed his palm against the fire barrier on the door. The barrier melted slightly under his touch.

A voice came from behind him.

“If you walk out of this house now, I will make you regret it.”

Yun Yongzhou’s hand paused.

Yun Ting smiled in satisfaction. He straightened his tie, tidied his suit, and walked over to Yun Yongzhou’s side.

“I’m guessing you wouldn’t want her treatment to be suddenly interrupted. For example… if her ventilator were to be unplugged. Or maybe we could just put her back in the cryo-chamber—she’s basically half-dead anyway.”

Yun Yongzhou’s hand slowly clenched into a fist, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He took a deep breath, watching Yun Ting step out through the barrier.

He forced himself to suppress his rage, suppressing it so hard that the demon markings on his temple had already started to bleed, creeping down to the corner of his eye. Lifting his head, Yun Yongzhou calmly stared at the door that was never capable of holding him in.

The deathly silence lasted for more than ten seconds before it was broken.

The golden spears behind him suddenly pierced fiercely into the walls of the room—stab in, pull out—then all returned one by one to Yun Yongzhou’s palm.

Those always indifferent eyes glanced out the window and saw the birds on the treetops startled, scattering and flying toward places his gaze could no longer reach.

After the mock competition, Wei Huan became truly famous in one battle. Although he had already made quite a splash in the freshman tournament, the students at Shanhai were all demons and not ordinary ones at that. They generally held deeply ingrained, almost unshakable impressions of humans as weak.

But this time, everyone witnessed Wei Huan’s abilities—not just his rare light power, but more importantly, his excellent combat skills, strong tactical planning, and exceptional team management. These became the hottest topics of discussion.

“Ah Heng, Ah Heng, let me tell you,” Jing Yun, holding an ice cream, leaned close to Wei Huan. “You’re super popular on the Shanhai forum lately.”

The weather was so hot that Wei Huan felt dizzy just walking. “What, are they calling me a homewrecker again?”

“No! It’s about your mock battle! You’re now the most popular first-year student, and you’ve got tons of fans!”

Demons becoming fans of a human—truly magical realism.

Wei Huan sighed. “You internet-addicted kid, all you do is hang around online reading forums.”

Jing Yun pouted. “That’s because I like you! I’m afraid people will badmouth you again, so I camp online. When trolls show up, I fight them head-on.”

For some reason, an image of a pea shooter popped into Wei Huan’s mind, and he couldn’t help laughing. “You? Arguing with people? If you win, you’ll feel bad about it later. If you lose, you’ll cry from anger.”

Being exposed by Wei Huan made Jing Yun blush.

“Blushing now, huh?”

“No! It’s sunburn!”

“Okay, okay, sunburn it is.”

Bantering like this, they arrived at the Taotie Pavilion and found a quiet spot to eat.

“When are the group assignments coming out?” Jing Yun placed a big chopstick-full of steamed little bugs onto Wei Huan’s plate and even helpfully poured sauce over them. Wei Huan looked at the plump, pale bugs and suddenly lost his appetite.

“I don’t know, I heard it’ll take two or three days.” Wei Huan glanced at the golden bracelet on his wrist and remembered what the doctor had told him during the medical exam.

The matter of the blood pact—he still hadn’t figured it out.

“I’m going to the library later. Are you coming with me or heading back to Fuyao first?”

Jing Yun bit the end of his chopsticks and thought for a moment. “I’ll come with you~ I want to borrow some books too. What are you looking for?”

Wei Huan shook his head. “I’m not borrowing. The books I want to read can’t be checked out.”

“Can’t be checked out?” Jing Yun blinked. The Shanhai library was thirty-one stories tall, the tallest building apart from the Shanhai clock tower. It housed an ocean of ancient texts that all Shanhai students could access—except for the books on the top floor, which could only be read there and not borrowed.

“You mean you’re going to the top floor?”

Just as Wei Huan nodded, Jing Yun said, “But you don’t have access right now. You need to at least be a member of the combat preparedness team to go up there.”

At the nearby table, two mermaid girls sat down, wearing blue water-patterned embroidered school uniforms—it was easy to tell they were from Shangshan College. They had just put down their trays when they started complaining.

“There’s so much work at the library. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have chosen to intern there.”

“Exactly! There’s endless work from morning to night. This afternoon, we still have to move books on the top floor. Why do they have to switch bookcases anyway? There are so many books on one bookcase. When will we even finish?”

Switching bookcases?

“There’s no way the two of us can finish. Let’s call a couple of boys to help later.”

“Where are you going to find boys? The first-years just finished competing, and the boys in our year definitely won’t bother with us.”

As they spoke, a shadow fell over their table. Looking up, they saw Wei Huan smiling brightly at them. One of the girls looked at him, puzzled. “You are…”

“That guy!” the other girl suddenly realized, slapping her friend’s hand excitedly. “That human student! The really strong one from the mock battle!”

Finally, the prefix people used for him changed—Wei Huan felt genuinely pleased.

“I just overheard you senior girls need some boys?” Wei Huan smiled and pulled Jing Yun over. “We’d be happy to help.”

Jing Yun dumbly followed, nodding quickly. “Yes, yes, I’m super strong.”

One of the mermaid girls whispered excitedly to the other, “This one is super cute too. Let’s just go with them.”

“But… they’re not from our academy.”

Wei Huan immediately pledged his loyalty. “What’s the difference between Yansui, Shangshan, and Fuyao? We’re all family, all part of Shanhai. If you seniors need anything, just call us. We’re happy to help!”

Jing Yun nodded like a pecking chick. “Yes, yes.”

And so, half by coaxing and half by trickery, Wei Huan and Jing Yun followed the Shangshan mermaid girls into the library, took the elevator straight to the top floor, and stepped out directly in front of the top-floor reception desk. Sitting there was a sharp, pretty female librarian, wearing wisteria earrings.

When she saw them coming up, the librarian, who had been watching a drama, looked up, pushed her glasses, and extended a long vine from her sleeve that reached the two mermaid girls. “ID, please.”

They pulled out their IDs from their school uniform jackets. “We’re here to help organize the top floor’s books.”

“Organizing books?” The librarian suspiciously checked their IDs—it was written clearly enough. She glanced at Wei Huan and Jing Yun standing behind them. The vine from her sleeve quickly wrapped around their wrists. “And your IDs?”

Before Wei Huan could speak, the two senior girls quickly explained, “We heard today’s task is to organize old archives. The two of us definitely can’t handle it all, so we specifically invited these two junior schoolmates to help.”

The other one added, “Besides, these two will be joining the combat preparedness team soon. They’re only a day or two away from qualifying to access the top floor.”

The wisteria vine pushed hard against Wei Huan’s lower back, forcibly shoving him to the front desk. The administrator carefully looked him over and then stared at the screen.

“You’re that human student from the simulation match?”

So she wasn’t watching a drama after all. Wei Huan tiptoed to glance at the administrator’s phone—it turned out she was watching the broadcast of the freshman simulation match.

“Yes, yes, that’s me.”

“Oh, it’s you!” The administrator suddenly stood up, the stern expression on her face completely disappearing, instantly replaced by a big smile. “I thought you looked familiar when you came in just now. Have you received the group assignment notice yet? Do you know which team you’re in? Are your teammates confirmed?”

Why is she so enthusiastic…

Letting her hold his hand, Wei Huan smiled perfunctorily. “Uh… no news yet, actually. I don’t know anything about the group assignments.”

“Really? Well then,” the administrator pulled a photo out of the drawer, “this is my nephew, he’s in Jiahui. His ability is—”

The two mermaid girls quickly interrupted, “No way, Administrator, you’re trying to pull strings?”

Wei Huan finally understood. So she wanted him and her nephew to end up in the same emergency response team, probably thinking he could protect her nephew.

“No, no, I just wanted to introduce you.” The pretty administrator tucked her hair behind her ear. “If you guys are short of people, you could consider him. He’s quite capable too.”

He smiled and took the photo, slipping it into his pocket. “Thank you. Though it seems the groupings are decided by the academy, but we can definitely become friends first.”

The administrator was very pleased. “Exactly, exactly. Little Wei, you really are a great kid. Alright, go on in, but don’t overwork yourselves.”

“I might stay a bit longer,” Wei Huan said.

“No problem, stay as long as you like. This place is open twenty-four hours anyway. Just don’t take the books out.”

Much easier to talk to than the old man before.

The barrier at the top floor entrance was unlocked. Wei Huan and Jing Yun followed the two girls from the Shangshan Academy inside. The ceiling on the top floor was extremely high, and the bookshelves were almost five meters tall. The four of them divided the work: Jing Yun, with his great strength, took on most of the heavy lifting, moving books and helping to replace bookshelves. They toiled the entire afternoon. Wei Huan moved books while trying to find the one about blood pacts.

“Demon Soul Enhancement, Common Ailments of Demon Kind, Three Hundred Forbidden Spells…” Standing on a ladder, Wei Huan scanned book after book, unable to find what he was looking for.

Jing Yun stood below, holding a stack of books half his height, wobbling as if it might collapse any second. He carefully turned his head, craning his neck to call up to Wei Huan, “Ah Heng, can you grab that green-covered book to your upper right? Three shelves up from the top of your head.”

Wei Huan looked up, searching as Jing Yun described. “This one?”

It was a bit high.

He stretched out his arm to reach, just barely a fingertip away.

“Eh?”

Standing below, Jing Yun let out a puzzled sound. “Ah Heng, you’ve got a sun totem on your lower back.”

“What?! My lower back?”

Wei Huan lost his balance and fell straight off the ladder. Jing Yun was so startled he jolted, and the stack of books in his arms toppled everywhere.

Just as Wei Huan thought he was going to crash hard onto the ground, his body suddenly floated. Looking down, he saw a thick, soft cloud supporting him.

Cloud summoning.

Looking up, sure enough, between the two rows of bookshelves stood a slender figure in a white teaching uniform, backlit so his face wasn’t clear, but that unparalleled gentle aura could only belong to one person.

The cloud slowly descended, placing Wei Huan on the ground. The pile of books Jing Yun had dropped was also caught and cushioned by another cloud. Jing Yun, upon seeing Su Buyu, immediately popped out his little wings and hurriedly flapped up into the air, frantically trying to scoop the books back into his arms like a child who had done something wrong.

“Don’t rush,” Su Buyu’s lips curved into dimples. “Put them back one by one, or they’ll just fall again.”

Wei Huan stood up. “Teacher Su, why are you here?”

Su Buyu lightly curled his finger, and the cloud under Wei Huan’s feet instantly vanished.

“Shangshan students brought two out-of-institute students without clearance to work here. Someone mentioned it, so I came to handle it.”

That gave him quite a scare. Thankfully, it was Su Buyu who came.

They had taken the elevator straight to the top floor in front of everyone, so it wasn’t surprising someone reported it.

“I see you’ve done about enough.” Su Buyu helped Jing Yun carry half of his books. “Once you’re finished, I’ll treat you to something delicious.”

Wei Huan quickly shook his head. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly trouble you…”

Though actually, he totally could, but he still had something important to do.

Jing Yun echoed him, “Yeah, we couldn’t possibly trouble you.”

“What’s there to be embarrassed about?” Su Buyu smiled. “Since my students put you out like this, it’s only right I thank you. Besides,” he looked at Jing Yun, “didn’t you always want to visit the Yunsheng Jiehai Pavilion?”

“Yunsheng Jiehai Pavilion? Uh…” Jing Yun turned his head eagerly to look at Wei Huan.

Hey, if you want to go, just go. Why are you looking at me?

“Thank you, Teacher Su. You’re so kind.”

Su Buyu smiled and turned to Wei Huan. “What about you?”

Wei Huan hesitated for a moment, but in the end decided he had to figure out the blood pact issue first. “Teacher, I probably won’t be able to go today. I’d like to stay here a bit longer to read. I’ll visit Shangshan to find you another time.”

Su Buyu stood in place, silent for a moment, but eventually he smiled gently as always. “That’s a pity.”

“I’ll wait for you at Shangshan.”

Watching Su Buyu take the others away, Wei Huan actually felt a little relieved—it saved him the trouble of having to find a way to send them off himself.

Remembering what Jing Yun said earlier about the sun totem on his lower back, Wei Huan twisted his upper body, trying to catch a glimpse of it. But the spot seemed annoyingly hard to see no matter how he turned.

Could it be that after forming the pact, the demon mark ended up on his lower back?

Seriously? The golden crow’s demon mark just naturally chooses places like that to grow?

Whatever. Wei Huan tucked in his school uniform shirt and got ready to focus on finding books about blood pacts. But after taking just two steps, he kicked something. Squatting down to look, wasn’t this the green-covered book Jing Yun had just asked him to get?

The book was strange—there were no words on the cover, and it looked old and worn. Curious, Wei Huan tried to open it, but no matter how hard he tried, the book wouldn’t budge, as if it was sealed shut.

What’s going on?

Just as Wei Huan was puzzled, the bracelet on his wrist suddenly glowed gold. The moment the light touched the book’s cover, the entire book floated into the air, and with a sharp tearing sound, the pages, which had been stuck shut, started flipping on their own.

Wei Huan had heard years ago, when he was still a student, that some of the books on the top floor of the Shanhai Library could only be opened with demon power and were normally inaccessible to ordinary people. Thankfully, he had formed a pact with Yun Yongzhou. Relieved, Wei Huan caught the slowly descending green book. On the inside cover, a scribbled note read: Notes on Demon Contracts.

Flipping through, he quickly realized that the text wasn’t printed—it was all handwritten.

So this wasn’t a formal book. It was someone’s notebook.

The top floor of the library was surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows. The last trace of twilight dissolved into the clouds, blocked off by the dark curtain of nightfall.

The lights on the top floor weren’t on, but Wei Huan didn’t care. He sat cross-legged on the floor, head down, quickly flipping through the notebook. When the room became too dark to read, he lazily waved his hand, summoning countless tiny points of light to float around him.

The stars climbed into the sky, and through the glass, they seemed to listen to the soft rustling of turning pages alongside the night.

“Found it.”

Wei Huan happily placed the book on the floor, pressing his fingers on the page and muttering the passage aloud to himself: Blood pacts are the highest-level type of pact, not only because they are unbreakable…

So it really can’t be undone…

Wei Huan sighed and continued reading: The effects of the blood pact are exceptionally powerful. First, sensory transfer. Any party in the blood pact can transfer the other’s senses to themselves. This effect is temporary. To maintain it for longer periods, it must be transferred repeatedly.

Sensory transfer…

Wei Huan thought of the pain transfer he experienced recently—it really was because of Yun Yongzhou. But according to him, there had been an issue when forming the pact, and the transferred pain had indeed worn off after a few days.

Looks like this notebook is legit.

Wei Huan actually wanted to try out the transfer method described, but considering his pact partner was Yun Yongzhou, even if the secret technique was impressive, he didn’t quite dare to test it recklessly.

Better keep reading for now.

Second, demon power sharing. Both parties can share demon power to some extent. If one party is not a demon, they can draw on the other’s power, but this requires the other party to first activate the spirit-link point. Once activated, during the spirit circulation, fragments of the pacted partner’s soul will appear inside the other’s body, carrying their soul and bloodline.

Wei Huan looked up at the floating starlight around him.

Carrying his soul and bloodline.

That phrasing… for some reason, it felt a little subtle, a little delicate.

Third, heart-linking technique. With blood as the medium and the soul as the bridge, the two parties exchange blood, silently chant the incantation three times, focus their intent, and they will activate the heart-linking secret technique.

Heart-linking? What’s that?

Wei Huan’s curiosity surged like a rising tide. He vaguely remembered his parents once mentioning that they could communicate without speaking, understanding each other’s thoughts directly, unheard by anyone else.

Was that what this heart-linking technique was? It sounded very similar.

And it seemed like this technique wouldn’t harm Yun Yongzhou or steal his abilities. There would be no loss or unfair advantage. Wei Huan couldn’t help but feel tempted to try it.

Just a quick test—let’s see if the notebook’s real.

“Light blade.”

The starlight above condensed into a sharp blade, hovering in front of him, glinting in the dark. Wei Huan opened his hand and guided the blade to cut a small wound on his index finger. Fresh blood welled up.

“With the soul as the bridge…” Wei Huan muttered, holding his bleeding finger. “What connects to Yun Yongzhou’s demon soul?”

He looked at the bracelet on his wrist.

“You’ll do.”

Wei Huan silently chanted the incantation from the notebook three times and smeared his blood onto the sun totem on the bracelet. The blood quickly soaked in, turning the black sun lines dark red. A golden light burst forth, a gentle demonic aura brushing against Wei Huan’s hair, and the golden mark on his forehead began to glow as well.

Everything became so quiet that he could only hear his own heartbeat.

He hoped to hear something else, nervously trying to speak.

“Hello…?”

“Yun Yongzhou?”

No response. He just stood there like a fool who had called an unknown number expecting someone to answer.

He checked the notebook again—With blood as the medium, the soul as the bridge, exchange blood, chant the incantation three times, focus your intent, and the heart-linking technique will be activated.

He had done every step.

Wait, there was one more: Focus your intent… Wei Huan frowned. “What does that even mean? What intent? How do I focus it? They didn’t write that part…”

So in the end, it was still up to him to figure it out.

Intent. Intent?

Wei Huan closed his eyes, letting the darkness consume him. Suddenly, he remembered that night in the training room when Yun Yongzhou stood in front of him, palm pressed to his hand.

He could almost hear that cool, distant voice again by his ear.

[Do you want light?]

Focus your attention and will.

Do you want light?

I…

His teeth instinctively clenched, his lips pressed tightly together. The so-called “will” had already begun to boil inside him, burning, surging, making his heartbeat race uncontrollably. But it hadn’t passed through conscious thought—it just emerged on its own, completely beyond his control.

Was this really his will? He wasn’t sure.

The flickering points of light could easily illuminate the night, yet they couldn’t shine through the pure and hazy heart of a young boy.

Just before he was about to open his eyes again, Wei Huan relaxed his clenched jaw and murmured faintly:

“Yun Yongzhou…”

A moment of silence drifted in the dark.

And then, it shattered.

“How did you…”

Surprise flooded in instantly.

Wei Huan opened his eyes. What he saw was an astonishingly vivid and real illusion. Yun Yongzhou, surrounded by blazing flames, sat with one knee bent right in front of him—so close, as if he were a star within reach. His clear, cool amber eyes carried a hint of astonishment, as though he hadn’t expected this sudden connection.

Wei Huan instinctively lowered his head, staring at the dark red stain dried on his fingertip. Without thinking, he stretched his hand toward the figure in front of him.

Surely it wouldn’t react—he probably couldn’t see him. This had to be an illusion. Just one touch, and it would pass right through.

Yes, it would pass through.

But the next moment, that illusionary figure actually grabbed his finger, and everything felt so real that Wei Huan forgot to breathe.

The Yun Yongzhou in the illusion slightly curled his lips—just a faint arc, but it stirred an unstoppable tsunami in a certain unnamed chest.

“Why did the mind-link connect?”

The blunt question suddenly reminded Wei Huan of the words he had glossed over in the notebook—focus your will.

His finger, caught and firmly held, had become a fragile, sensitive handle. The restless wind weakly stirred by his ears, repeatedly asking: in that moment, what was the will you poured into it?

It seemed to be—

[I wanted to see you.]

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