Chapter 12: Roommate, Fingal

The campus of Cassell Academy was vast, and unlike Luchen, who was ready for action, Chu Zihang had to lug a large suitcase. Therefore, not far from the campus gate, Lutisha drove up in her other car, pulling to a stop at the parking lot.

Luchen gazed at the scenery of Cassell Academy through the open car window.

Medieval-style buildings, white doves taking off and landing from the church in the distance, a gentle breeze carrying mist from the nearby lake, and the fluttering skirts of several girls nearby—it was the essence of summer.

Accompanied by the melodious tolling of bells from time to time, Luchen's thoughts gradually drifted with the rhythm.

Was this the campus atmosphere he had never experienced before?

At this moment, cultural differences between East and West didn't matter. The beautiful campus atmosphere filled him with awe, like being drawn into an enchanting dream, too beautiful to want to wake up from.

"That's the Hall of Heroes... And that's Odin Square..."

All the way, Lutisha pointed out various buildings and landmarks, while Luchen watched and memorized. Meanwhile, Chu Zihang kept his eyes fixed on Lutisha's hand on the steering wheel. A female driver handling the wheel with one hand while pointing out directions with the other, without even looking at the road—quite terrifying, even for a hybrid.

"Alright, here we are. I won't walk you in. Take a good rest these two days. The physical fitness test is the day after tomorrow, and classes start next week. If you have any questions, feel free to call me."

After dropping them off at the dormitory building, Lutisha didn't get out of the car. Her dormitory wasn't in this building.

"Thank you, senior."

Luchen and Chu Zihang said in unison, then exchanged surprised glances.

Luchen did feel grateful to Lutisha, if only for the delicious lunch he had today, which was probably the best meal he had ever had in his life.

"Goodbye."

Lutisha's voice was drowned out by the sound of the engine.

"Chu, do you need help?"

Luchen glanced at Chu Zihang's huge suitcase.

"No, thanks. Just call me by my name."

Chu Zihang politely declined, then effortlessly lifted the seemingly heavy suitcase.

Luchen had only mentioned it casually, after all. Despite Chu Zihang's refusal, Luchen still helped him until they reached the third floor. The two dormitories were opposite each other. After exchanging glances, they parted ways, swiping their cards to open the doors.

"Boom—"

Luchen felt like his nostrils were hit by a weapon.

What was that smell?

Pork elbows, expired fried food, sweat, and various other odors mixed together, creating an overwhelmingly pungent smell, almost like a biochemical weapon.

Inside the dimly lit room, the sound of keyboard typing and a man cursing in German could be heard, apparently playing some sort of multiplayer game.

Food scraps were scattered all over the floor, some takeaway boxes even topped with flashy underpants.

I must have opened the door the wrong way.

For a moment, Luchen thought he was hallucinating. Had he been hit by some hybrid's superpower on his way here?

But upon careful thought, as a Secret Blood Warrior with high mental attributes, he shouldn't be so oblivious.

At this moment, as if sensing the sound of the door opening, the tall figure hidden in the shadows suddenly turned its head, and Luchen almost launched an attack.

"The new junior?"

The burly man in the shadows spoke, somewhat embarrassed as he pulled down the oversized shirt hanging from the upper bunk to cover his majestic figure and protruding belly.

Luchen silently stared at this "mysterious creature." He had heard that Cassell Academy usually had dormitories for two people or four people, as well as villa-style standalone residences, which meant he most likely had a roommate. But he never imagined his roommate would be this kind of creature.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Fengel von Flins, Class of '01, Bloodline Rating E."

Fengel quickly put on the oversized shirt. Since the dorm was too messy and he couldn't find his pants right away, he shrugged and approached with one hand holding his briefs and the other, still greasy from fried chicken, extended for a handshake with the new junior.

Luchen stared at Fengel for a few seconds before finally confirming that he did indeed seem to be a humanoid creature who could speak. He abandoned the idea of attacking him directly. But shaking that greasy hand would be even more uncomfortable than killing him.

"Fengel... Senior? This is Room 303 in Block One, right?"

With a hopeful tone, Luchen double-checked.

"Sorry for the mess. I've been living alone before this, so I'm not very particular."

Seeing Luchen's reluctance to shake hands, Fengel awkwardly withdrew his hand and scratched his head.

Luchen glanced around the dormitory, thinking that this was more than just not being particular—it was like stepping into a "hellish painting." He had waded through mountains of corpses and rivers of blood, but he dared not set foot in here.

"I'm Luchen, Class of '08, Bloodline Rating provisionally A."

After hesitating, Luchen stepped into this "hellish painting," thinking that he must ask the academy if he could change dorms later. This wasn't the academy life he had imagined. Even makeshift barracks with his comrades on the battlefield were cleaner than this.

"A-level!"

Fengel's eyes lit up, and he lunged forward: "Junior, please let me kiss your feet!"

Luchen dodged and went to open the curtains at the end of the room.

"Is A-level very powerful?"

Thinking carefully, Luchen remembered that Lutisha seemed a bit envious when she saw him and Chu Zihang estimated as A-level.

"Junior, you're flaunting your superiority like a Versailles aristocrat."

As Fengel joked, he cooperated to tidy up the dorm, prioritizing Luchen's bed to ensure the new junior had a place to sleep.

"Versailles? What's that?"

Luchen had never heard of the term.

"It means casually boasting about your superiority through reverse expressions."

Fengel explained succinctly.

"Superiority? That's not what I meant. I was just asking about dragons and hybrids, as I didn't understand them before."

Luchen shook his head, but he made a mental note of this interesting term.

"Oh, I see. So, Junior, you're one of those sudden discoveries of treasure. No wonder. I misunderstood. I apologize."

Fengel pretended to have an epiphany and then explained, "Bloodline ratings usually range from E to A, with the extremely rare S-tier above them. Currently, the only active S-tier in the school is the headmaster, so A-level is considered top-tier."

"I see. By the way, Senior, how many years is the education system in our academy?"

Luchen asked a question he was concerned about because he was unlikely to stay in this world for long. However, from the looks of it, Cassell Academy might teach many interesting things. But if the academic year was too long, he wouldn't be able to see some of it.

He always understood one thing: high-end knowledge and skills are never imparted at the beginning. Academies are no different; the higher the grade, the more advanced the teachings.

And that was his concern. Just now, he heard Fengel say he was in Class of '01. Did that mean he had been at the academy for seven years?