Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 61

The little girl disappeared into the bustling crowd, while the black-winged boy shot like an arrow into the orange-red sky, into battle.

On the roof of the burning building, amid the panicked monsters fleeing in chaos and the Shanhai students fighting with all their might, only the grown-up Yan Shanyue and the now-human Wei Huan stood silently in this almost tangible illusion, like two long-lost strangers meeting again.

“You’ve saved too many monsters and people,” Yan Shanyue had expected this. She spoke calmly, “It’s normal you don’t remember me. I just wanted to tell you this to put your mind at ease.”

Wei Huan smiled knowingly and quickly understood her meaning.

“I don’t know what others think, and honestly, I don’t really care. I’m very sure that the Nine Phoenix who once said, ‘You can be a hero,’ would never betray or surrender.”

The wind lifted her ponytail, black strands gently dancing. Yan Shanyue’s eyes shone with determination. “He once said, no matter when, he would choose to resist, to never surrender, to never be afraid.”

Wei Huan looked up at her, meeting her gaze, his face relaxing into a genuine, easy smile. “In that case, I guess I’m actually pretty lucky.”

Though his life had been full of hardships, all the good seeds he sowed in his previous life had now borne good fruit.

At last, he could shed the cautious disguise, tear off the mask, and return to his true self.

Yan Shanyue took two steps forward and held out her hand, the iris flower mark on it glowing faintly. “Welcome back.”

It was the first time Yan Shanyue showed complete trust in Wei Huan—no arrogance, no tests. The words were exactly what Yang Sheng had once said, but one was a reconciliation between old friends after many trials, and the other was a gift of loyalty held firm over years.

Wei Huan had never realized that because of a single sentence he casually said back then, this girl—crushed under the weight of her oppressive family—had begun to fight back against her father’s authority.

She had decided to fight for her own rights and to live the life she wanted.

She believed that as a woman, one day, she could be her own hero.

But life is full of twists.

Yan Shanyue was imprisoned for a whole year for secretly releasing a human captive kept by her second brother. By the time she finally gained her freedom and escaped her restraints, it was only then that she learned of Nine Phoenix’s obituary.

Every news outlet in the demon realm used the most malicious assumptions to paint this young demon’s story, writing scandalous tales of a fallen genius in sharp but two-faced tones.

People loved to gossip, so they made up stories.

Despite all his years charging into battle for the demon realm, he ended up as nothing more than idle chatter on the streets. The Nine Phoenix clan, which had long symbolized justice, saw its glory end the moment he died.

Yan Shanyue knew better than anyone how cold the hearts of demons could be.

She had once accompanied Yang Ling to the ancestral grave of the Nine Phoenix clan. The site had long been sealed by a barrier. Outside the blue barrier were layers upon layers of cursed demon talismans filled with malice. Passersby would casually stop and hurl curses.

It was as if everyone had forgotten that the Nine Phoenix clan had protected the demon realm for generations.

Yang Ling had been furious but could only hold it in, until lotus flames exploded from her fingertips.

She reached out and patted Yang Ling’s head. “It’s okay.”

“The truth will come to light one day.”

Her eyes stayed fixed on the insults scrawled on the barrier. They were all wrong.

That person—his soul had never once surrendered.

The young man before her now, though his appearance had changed, wore the same smile as the boy who once soared through the sky. Yan Shanyue felt warmth in her heart.

I knew it.

Welcome back—my very first hero.

“Thank you for trusting me.” Wei Huan gripped her hand firmly in return, giving her the title she most wanted to hear from him. “Teammate.”

Yan Shanyue’s eyes lit up briefly, but she quickly returned to her usual indifferent expression. “So, have you decided when you’re going to Wuqi?”

Thinking of this gave Wei Huan a headache. He shook his wrist, and by chance, noticed a crack had appeared on his bracelet. He brought it closer to the sunlight, inspecting it as he spoke to Yan Shanyue, “Do you think I can find that dark witch?”

“Not certain,” Yan Shanyue analyzed calmly. “Wuqi is practically a ghost town now. The Demon Federation even abolished Wuqi’s taxes last year. You can imagine what kind of place it’s become.”

Wei Huan focused on the bracelet and found that the inside of the crack wasn’t golden.

“You’re right. But right now, I’m the closest I’ve ever been to this lead. As long as I can find the dark witch who summoned souls back then, I can finally figure out who it was—and why—they resurrected me.”

Yan Shanyue stared at him, a bit hesitant. Even though she had no proof, she still couldn’t help but speak. “Boss Jue also said you weren’t the only one who asked her about soul-summoning. Haven’t you ever considered who else it might have been?”

Wei Huan touched his wristband and glanced at Yan Shanyue. “Are you trying to hint at something?”

Yan Shanyue shook her head and lifted the illusion. The scenery of Yansui reappeared around them. “I’m not hinting at anything. I just think you’re sometimes incredibly sharp, but other times incredibly dense.”

Being scolded like that by a girl so much younger than him, Wei Huan couldn’t help but feel a little defiant. “Hey, hey, hey, take back the last part! I’ll pretend you never said it.”

Just then, Yang Ling’s voice came from behind. Wei Huan turned around to see her charging toward them like a little missile. “Oh, the little princess is done with her skewers, huh?”

Yang Ling grabbed Yan Shanyue’s arm and rolled her eyes hard at Wei Huan.

Yan Shanyue was still thinking about the earlier topic. “If you’re going to Wuqi, you’ll need at least a three-day mission approval.”

Wei Huan nodded. “Yeah, I’ll go talk to our homeroom teacher later, but I’ll probably need to find a cover story.”

He lazily tugged on Yang Ling’s little braid. “Hey, dark witches are no joke. You better stay home and play with Jing Yun when the time comes.”

Yang Ling was so angry her eyes turned red. “I’m the proud young lady of the Bifang family—why would I be afraid of some dark witch? Who knows, you might be the one begging me to save you with my lotus fire.”

“Yes, yes, you’re the greatest—I can’t do without you.”

After parting ways with them, Wei Huan originally planned to find Xing Yan first. On the tree-lined path to the administrative building, he caught a familiar figure out of the corner of his eye and instinctively walked closer.

The other person seemed to sense something and half-turned.

It was Principal Bai Xiucheng.

“Hello, Principal Bai,” Wei Huan stepped into the shadowy woods. “What are you doing here?”
As he approached, he saw that Bai Xiucheng was gently holding a small red mouse. His voice was low and gentle. “I saw this fire mouse lying motionless on the ground as I passed by. I wanted to give it a bit of demon energy to help it survive, but it looks like it didn’t make it.”

Wei Huan reached out and felt it—the fire mouse’s body was already cold.

“Don’t be sad, Principal Bai.” Wei Huan rolled up his sleeves and took the fire mouse from him. “Let’s bury it under this shadow tree.”

Bai Xiucheng nodded, his face full of regret. “All things in this world have their destined ends. Demons are living beings too—if there’s life, there’s death.”

“Every creature has its own fate. For it to die now is nature—returning to the earth, returning to simplicity.”

Nature.

Wei Huan listened quietly, something stirring in his heart, but he said nothing.

When Bai Xiucheng finished speaking, he raised his hand, and a powerful white demon current swirled up like celestial mist, sweeping down to the ground, forming a shallow pit. “You can place it here.”

Wei Huan answered softly, gently placing the fire mouse inside and covering it with a handful of dirt.

“I’ve always been curious—why, as a human, did you want to study at Shanhai?”

Hearing Principal Bai’s question behind him, Wei Huan, still kneeling, couldn’t help but turn his head. “Because I like Shanhai.”

“Oh?” Bai Xiucheng clasped his hands behind his back. “If a demon said that, I wouldn’t find it strange. But you’re human—how did you come to think this way?”

Wei Huan turned back and patiently buried the fire mouse little by little. “Is there really that big a difference between humans and demons? The eight characters on Shanhai’s school motto—‘No destruction, no creation; benevolence is invincible’—are golden words whether applied to humans or to demons.”

“I know that in many people’s eyes, Shanhai’s so-called combat training is just a breeding ground for the Federal Army. But after I came here, I saw clearly—every combat team at Shanhai is working hard to maintain peace in the demon domain. Most of the time, we’re just doing small things, but even saving one little child or one tiny life is more meaningful than anything else.”

He brushed the dirt off his hands and stood up. “I love Shanhai’s freedom even more. I love the deeply ingrained principle of benevolence that flows from top to bottom here.” Wei Huan turned and smiled at Principal Bai. “Even as a human, I found my own worth here.”

Principal Bai nodded approvingly. “You’re right—I was being narrow-minded. Humans and demons are both born of this world. They’ve waxed and waned for thousands of years—ultimately, we share the same roots.”

“No, no,” Wei Huan quickly waved his hands, “I was just rambling. Don’t take it to heart, Principal. And I’m sure this little fire mouse’s spirit will be grateful to you.”

“Talking with young people really is refreshing.” Principal Bai smiled kindly, “I often wonder—what is Shanhai’s true mission? Now that I think about it, times have changed. There’s still so much more Shanhai can do.”

Wei Huan caught a hint of sentiment in his words and thought of the recent news—friction between humans and demons had escalated again, and the Demon Federation had begun a new round of military recruitment. If that’s the case, surely Shanhai, as the only school with its own combat corps, wouldn’t be able to avoid pressure from the Federation.

Just thinking about Yun Yongzhou’s domineering politician father gave Wei Huan a headache on Principal Bai’s behalf.

“Let’s not talk about it. I’ve already delayed you this long to help me,” Principal Bai patted Wei Huan’s shoulder. “I should treat you to tea to thank you for helping me bury the fire mouse.”

Even though Principal Bai had personally offered, Wei Huan still wanted to quickly sort out his mission leave, so he politely declined.
“It’s really a trivial matter, Principal, no need to be so formal. I appreciate your kindness, but I can’t hold up your work.”

Principal Bai smiled kindly but still saw through him. “Do you have something urgent to do?”

“Well…” Wei Huan scratched his short hair. “Yeah, I need to find our homeroom teacher to get approval for a three-day mission leave.”

“Your homeroom teacher…” Principal Bai thought for a moment. “That’s Xing Yan, right? He’s not at school today—he’s been sent out on assignment. I’ll approve it for you, so you don’t need to worry.”

Wei Huan was a little surprised. “Really? Principal, you’re too kind!”

“I have to help students realize their potential, after all.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint white mist suddenly rose, and Principal Bai’s figure vanished without a trace.

Wei Huan stood there for a moment, originally intending to leave. After taking a few steps, he couldn’t help but look back at the little fire rat he had personally buried. The small mound of earth looked quite pitiful.

He slowly walked over, half-kneeling on the ground, closed his eyes, and silently chanted a soul-calming incantation. The golden dot on his brow, along with the golden ring on his wrist, emitted a strong, clear golden light, illuminating the small mound under the shadowy tree.

When the chant was finished, the golden light gradually faded. He waited a moment, and then a faint red glow emerged from the grave, forming the image of the little fire rat. The fire rat’s spirit raised its tiny paws and cupped them together, bowing to Wei Huan.

“Go on,” Wei Huan looked at him. “Although the power of the Golden Crow doesn’t compare to my Nine Phoenix demon power, it’s pretty good for purifying souls. With the Golden Crow’s demon energy protecting you, your spirit will definitely find a reliable place to rest. Who knows, maybe you’ll become some great demon in your next life.”

The little fire rat bowed to him several more times before its body began to fade, its limbs turning to ash and disappearing. Watching that faint red light completely disperse into the sky, Wei Huan softly called out, “Make sure you’re stronger in your next life, yeah?”

After finishing this free ritual, Wei Huan had a thought. His wristband transformed into a ribbon of light, retrieving a longevity flower from somewhere and placing it on the grave. He patted his hands clean, stood up, and watched as the ribbon of light returned to his wrist.

Strangely, the crack seemed to have widened a bit more.

Wei Huan was puzzled. He squinted and leaned in for a closer look, discovering that the inside really did seem to be white—like porcelain.

“This Yun Yongzhou is so stingy,” Wei Huan tapped the wristband with his knuckle. “I thought this was real gold and silver. Turns out it’s just gold-plated!”

Looking at the crack, he recalled the battle with the demon puppet in the dark zone.

Right, it must have cracked when he used the light shield to block the wind blades.

Since it was a gift, and now it was broken, Wei Huan still felt a bit guilty. He tilted his head back and thought for a while.

“Got it.”

He thought of a place.

The research division and the combat division were located on opposite ends of Shanhai. Usually, combat division members rarely came here. Even when their weapons needed repairs, they had to submit a request and have them delivered by designated personnel. It was already unusual for a combat division member to show up in person.

Even more unusual was that the person wore a flaming red combat suit from Yansui—and was human.

“Isn’t that the human student from Yansui?”

“Yeah, that’s him! I’ve seen his simulated battles—he’s seriously impressive.”

“What’s this human doing here by himself? Hasn’t anyone taught him the rules?”

A ribbon of light shot toward the person speaking, brushing under his chin like it was teasing him.

“Rules? What rules?” Wei Huan pressed a ring on his middle finger. The combat suit on his body peeled away like scales, transforming into the Yansui uniform. “I know the rules better than you do.”

The ribbon of light returned to him. He glanced around. Everyone here wore the same silver-gray uniform. At a glance, they all looked pretty much the same.

“Hey, have you seen a skinny, scrawny half-demon? Kind of looks… not too bright.”

The person he grabbed shook his head quickly. “No, no.”

“Aren’t you guys colleagues?” Wei Huan turned his head away helplessly. “What about you? Have you seen him?”

After searching around, Wei Huan finally found his target.

A half-demon researcher, wearing protective goggles, was fully absorbed in repairing a steel exoskeleton. Sparks of electricity crackled from his fingertips as he welded the joints together. Beside him, a mechanical arm picked up a handkerchief and deftly wiped the sweat from his brow.

Knock knock.

Someone tapped twice on the table.

“Don’t make noise.” The half-demon researcher didn’t even lift his head, still completely focused on the exoskeleton on the table.

“Alright, I’ll wait till you’re done.” Wei Huan pulled over a stool and sat down, propping his chin on his folded arms, seriously watching him work.

Time passed, second by second. Wei Huan yawned.

“Finally done.” The researcher pushed his goggles up to his forehead and finally noticed the person sleeping on the table. The guy had his head buried in his arms, fast asleep.

“Hey, hey.”

Shaken awake, Wei Huan sat up with a wrinkled face and shook his head. “So sleepy…”

“You came here just to find a place to sleep?” The half-demon sized him up. “Aren’t you that human?”

“Don’t keep calling me ‘human,’” Wei Huan rubbed his eyes and smiled, even winking at him. “That’s so distant—just call me Brother Heng.”

The man frowned. “Technically speaking, I’m definitely older than you.”

“Fine, then I’m Wei Heng,” Wei Huan gave in without resistance and casually reached out his hand. “What should I call you?”

“Me? I’m Fang Cheng.” He shook Wei Huan’s hand.

Fang Cheng?

That’s quite a name.

“Then I’ll call you Little Cheng,” Wei Huan continued. “Do you remember? Before the combat simulation, we met—twice to be exact. The second time you delivered a gun to me, and the first time you saw my wristband.” He shook his wristband. “This one—you were really surprised back then.”

Fang Cheng’s face first showed a look of realization, but then quickly changed as he firmly denied it. “Nope, I wasn’t surprised.”

Wei Huan immediately called him out. “You were. You definitely were.”

“What… what does that have to do with why you’re here today?”

Wei Huan plopped back into his chair, crossed his legs, and his wristband transformed into a shimmering ribbon of light, dancing over to Fang Cheng and then solidifying into a wristband, floating right in front of him.

“I came because you were so surprised when you saw this last time. I figure you probably know how to make it, right? Look,” he flicked his finger in the air, and the floating wristband rotated slightly, exposing the crack to Fang Cheng. “There’s a crack here. I think it happened during a battle. It’s been getting worse these past few days. I’m worried that if I don’t fix it soon, the wristband will completely fall apart.”

He shrugged. “You know, this was a gift from someone else. I can’t just let it get broken—I wouldn’t even be able to pay them back. That’s why I came to find you. I’m asking you for a favor.”

Fang Cheng looked troubled. “This…”

“Hey, don’t be so quick to refuse.” Wei Huan sat up straight. “I’m not asking for a freebie. I’m not the type to take advantage of others. Whatever you want in return, just say the word.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to help you.” Fang Cheng sighed as he took the golden bracelet. “Weapons that carry demon energy like this aren’t the same as ordinary items when it comes to repairs. You have to use the original materials from when it was first forged. I don’t have the materials to fix this bracelet.”

Wei Huan immediately stood up and walked over to him. “What kind of material is it? Is it really that rare? Just tell me where I can find it, and I’ll get it for you.”

Fang Cheng frowned at him. “…It’s just a bracelet, why are you so determined to fix it?”

Caught off guard, Wei Huan was speechless for a moment. “Well…”

It’s not just a bracelet.

It was the first gift Yun Yongzhou had ever given him.

And so far, the only one.

From the bottom of his heart, Wei Huan couldn’t stand the thought of even the smallest crack in this thing. It was a strange feeling, as if the moment it broke, something else would irreversibly fall apart too.

Even though he wasn’t the type to believe in that kind of thing.

“Anyway, you just have to fix it for me. No matter what material you need, I’ll go get it—even if it’s in a dragon’s den or a tiger’s cave.” Wei Huan scratched his hair, a little inexplicably agitated.

Fang Cheng didn’t know how to respond. The bracelet weighed heavily in his hand—this was the treasure he’d most wanted to see.

But now that Wei Huan was asking him to repair it, it suddenly felt like he’d been handed a burning potato.

Fang Cheng sighed silently, fingertips crackling with electric light as he traced the crack in the bracelet. Gradually, the matte gold along the crack started peeling away.

Wei Huan instantly became nervous, almost rushing over to snatch it back. “Hey, I asked you to fix it, not take it apart!”

“Aren’t you the one who wanted to know what the material was?” Fang Cheng tightened his grip, the electric light dissipating. A small piece of the gold exterior flaked off, revealing a pure white layer beneath that glowed faintly under the bright lab lights.

“This is the material.” The bracelet slowly floated back in front of Wei Huan as Fang Cheng continued, “Actually, this bracelet was forged by my teacher seven years ago. I happened to be around back then and managed to sneak a few glances, so I remember it.”

Seven years ago…

Wei Huan couldn’t help but ask, “Seven years? That’s after the surprise attack war?”

Fang Cheng shook his head. “I officially joined the team after the war. Back then, I was just a trainee—it must have been before the war.”

“Before the war…” Wei Huan muttered to himself, his mind starting to spin.

This bracelet was actually forged seven years ago.

Fang Cheng’s voice was firm. “Give it up. There’s no way you’ll find the material to repair this bracelet. Not in a dragon’s den, not in a sea of fire. You won’t find it.”

“Why?” Wei Huan gripped the bracelet tightly, looking him straight in the eye. “What is this made of?”

The answer was something he had never even considered.

“A golden crow’s rib bone.”

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