AnalogHorror: Rule Kaidan 4016
Chapter 509 - 228: I, Mu Daxian, am known for my frugality_2

Chapter 509: Chapter 228: I, Mu Daxian, am known for my frugality_2

"It sounds pretty badass..." Mao Feiyang said.

"Doing it is even more badass." Mu Daxian unabashedly praised himself, "It’s like cooking, you know. Knowing the steps isn’t enough; you also need to master the heat control and these skills. Without a year or two of immersion, they can’t be accumulated."

"Uh... so, Brother Xian, you’re a repeat offender, no no, a veteran at this?" Mao Feiyang almost misspoke, but began to understand why those Pseudo-Human Art Students were so wary of Mu Daxian...

It turned out Brother Xian was really the boss of the Art Building...

Mu Daxian’s lips curled slightly, "Do you want to find out how I got the nickname ’Pseudo-Human Nemesis’?"

He clapped his hands, "Wait here for me."

"Brother Xian!" Mao Feiyang hurriedly called out to Mu Daxian, "Why not take me with you?"

"No need, you stay here and watch it." Mu Daxian pointed to the assembled headless Pretender, "It’s still ’alive.’ Keep an eye on it and don’t let it run away."

"What, me?" Mao Feiyang pointed incredulously at his own nose, feeling like a hapless hero assigned to take down Sun Wukong at the last minute, "Wait, it’s still alive?!"

"It means ’not completely killed,’ and besides, it can’t move. What are you afraid of?" Mu Daxian handed the painting board to Mao Feiyang, "Take this. If you really get scared, just hit it with this. Just don’t break it apart. Do whatever you want with it."

"Alright, it’s getting late. I’m off! When I come back, I’ll explain the principle to you." Mu Daxian patted Mao Feiyang’s shoulder, swiftly moved out of his line of sight.

Mao Feiyang hugged the painting board and crouched on the ground, his nervous gaze darting everywhere, trembling like a little girl selling nuclear weapons in a north wind.

"Shasha shasha... Shasha shasha..."

"Hoo—hoo—"

The wind in the woods was cool, mist floated, and the Phalanx of Sculptures slowly moved in the shadows, rubbing against the dry leaves and producing a shasha sound, combining movement and stillness in a somewhat eerie manner.

The fingers of the assembled headless Pretender beside Mao Feiyang twitched, and then, as if the Origin within it was controlling its body, it began to move awkwardly like a puppet.

Mao Feiyang looked over in horror, only to see the Pretender sit up abruptly from the ground and appear right in front of him, its two hands aimlessly scratching at the air above its headless neck.

"Clueless..."

Just as Mao Feiyang was unable to withstand the scary yet comical scene, the Pretender’s hands suddenly reached out towards his head as if they had eyes.

[Head, I want a head!]

[Give me a head!!]

"Holy shit?!" Mao Feiyang, holding the painting board, jumped three feet high. His reflexes kicked in faster than his brain, and with both hands, he swung the board with all his might as if cleaving a mountain, "Head head head, I’ll give you a head!"

At that moment, a green energy seemed to burst forth from Mao Feiyang, wrapping around the painting board like Qi, making it as sharp as a guillotine and slashing down the length of the Pretender’s body...

"Crack... thump!"

The Pretender was split in half down the middle by Mao Feiyang, like a cleanly butchered chicken, each half of its body falling to the ground with an arm and a leg still attached...

"Xiao Mao, I’m back!" Mu Daxian indeed returned quickly, and his voice was drifting over from not far away. But then his tone rose by eight degrees, "What the hell? What happened!"

Mu Daxian’s eyes nearly popped out, he hurried over, and looking at the headless Pretender split like a duck’s head, he helplessly raised his thumb, "Impressive, impressive Brother Mao. I told you to watch it, so it doesn’t run away, and you turned them into firewood with your axe jumping skills?"

"No, it’s, I, this... Sigh!" Mao Feiyang wanted to explain, but the more he tried, the more confused he became, so he just threw the painting board down, spread his hands wide, and resigned himself like a pig unafraid of scalding water.

A moment later...

"...just like that...actually, that’s pretty much what happened..." Mao Feiyang explained weakly.

Mu Daxian was already on the side, reassembling the Pseudo-Human. He sneered, "I don’t care, I saw everything, no matter how you explain it, it’s useless. Next time I’ll give you the drawing board, and you can single-handedly fend off the Sneering Angel."

"Brother Xian, it really was a reflex... listen to my excuses!" Mao Feiyang lamented, on the verge of tears.

"Reflex? Your reflexes are so fierce that with a little training, you will definitely be a strong warrior of the Art Building. From now on, you can go with the Teacher to guard the Watchtower," Mu Daxian said with a sneer.

Mao Feiyang pursed his lips and didn’t dare to argue anymore.

Seeing Mao Feiyang drawing circles on the ground, looking aggrieved, Mu Daxian couldn’t help but reveal a smile, "Alright, I’m really done with you, I was just scaring you. Stop pulling such a long face."

"In fact, I haven’t reinforced them yet, so it’s normal for you to be able to smash them," he added.

Mu Daxian held a big lump of white paste in his hand, like super glue, he began to bond the parts of the Pseudo-Human, and at the same time said, "Let me tell you what the second step is, listen carefully, because you will have to cooperate well for it to be pulled off."

"Oh, tell me, Brother Xian," Mao Feiyang perked up at the mention of the second step.

It wasn’t until this moment that he curiously looked at the white lump in Mu Daxian’s hands.

This white lump was what Mu Daxian had brought back after leaving. Mao Feiyang felt something familiar about it through his "Perception," but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out what it was.

"The essence of the second step, ’Deceptive Meal,’ is actually a body double," Mu Daxian explained slowly. "Last night’s method was a castrated version of what I’m doing now, because it was an emergency then, and we were caught off guard by the Sneering Angel. We could only perform extreme maneuvers under the premise of saving our own lives."

"Basically, it was a choice between life and death, for the sake of survival, as long as it wouldn’t kill us, we could go all out."

"Today is different; we are prepared, so I will definitely minimize casualties—no, I mean injuries."

"Pseudo-Human Art Students are the closest to our form of life. I used them to assemble a ’you,’ and to ensure authenticity, I’ve been guiding them to distribute Origin matter throughout their bodies from the start."

"This way, once I smash their heads, the part that controls their intelligence won’t recover for a short period..."

"Then I’ll disperse the rest of their Origin, not giving them the chance to take control of this body, while also helping me to confuse their cognition..."

"Confuse their cognition?" Mao Feiyang was taken aback.

Mu Daxian raised the lump of white dough in his hand, "With this."

"This is the ’Essence’ of a Nocturnal species. I just went back to the Teaching Building and took out a nest of Nocturnal species."

Mao Feiyang’s pupils narrowed. He hadn’t anticipated at all that Mu Daxian’s so-called quick trip would be to slaughter some Nocturnal species...

No wonder he felt that the substance was somehow familiar; he hadn’t expected it to actually be the Origin matter of a Nocturnal species!

How could Brother Xian be so casual about slaughtering Nocturnal species for their Origin matter, as if he was just picking up some vegetables from the market?

While talking, Mu Daxian used the white lump of dough to piece together a complete Headless Pretender, "So many messy thoughts, plus the Origin of two Pseudo-Human Art Students... all these mixed together are enough to make a half-finished Alien Sculpture..."

He shaped the remaining part into a square columnar object, installed it on the neck of the Headless Pretender, and began to shape it into a head.

"Making the most of the ’materials,’ how about that, am I not awesome?" Proudly admiring his creation, Mu Daxian’s mouth curved upwards, "Can’t help it, who calls me Mu Daxian, known for being frugal?"

"Frugality is one thing..." Mao Feiyang looked at the finished product’s head that Mu Daxian created, his face looking awful and far from happy.

"But Brother Xian... why did you shape its head to look like me?"