magic high school

Chapter 51: Has My Transmigration Identity Been Discovered?

"What... is that?" Li Ge was completely stunned, her brain seemingly trembling.

"Are you kidding me?" He even began to doubt his own eyes.

What kind of monster have I been living with for the past 17 years?

Looking into the distance, the sunlight was warm, and the whole city seemed to be drowning in a bright red sea, but he only felt that the blood red was blinding.

"Auntie, does Auntie also have this disease?" Li Ge murmured suddenly, if her aunt really did have this strange illness...

He must take his aunt away!

Li Ge made up her mind and stared intently at the scene outside the house.

An investigation is necessary. Isn't intelligence gathering and incident investigation my forte? If I don't even know the reference answer, can't I even do the most basic intelligence gathering?

He made a decision immediately. Besides, even if things went wrong, he still had 3 minutes of God King time and the life-saving ability of the school's one-time teleportation card.

Combat, physical fitness, shooting, intelligence gathering, reconnaissance and counter-reconnaissance...

In just one month, he had undergone a complete transformation. He was glad that he had chosen the Noble Phantasm Department, because at least he now possessed certain qualities and practical combat abilities.

He silently retreated into the room, preparing...

……

Outside the window, a telescope in the building across the street is pointed directly at Li Ge's living room.

A plump senior with braided pigtails is observing Li Ge's home through binoculars; this is the "senior" standing at the entrance of Viona Art Academy.

In her pupils, which were covered with strange patterns, Li Ge wore a bizarre and distorted clown mask that seemed to grow out of his skin and face.

"Containment object 'NO.39 Imposter'." She slowly uttered these words.

"Daphne, news from headquarters: from now on, any investigators are strictly prohibited from approaching the imposter. All situations will be handled by the special operations department, and the imposter's danger level has been raised to..." The voice in the earpiece paused for a moment, then continued, "Top Tier!"

The air fell silent for a moment, and even the sound of heartbeats seemed deafening.

The Anomaly Management Bureau, officially known as the Anomaly Investigation, Containment, Protection and Management Agency.

It was an institution established by the previous emperor to contain or manage all anomalies within the Holy Empire.

They are agents of the Anomaly Management Bureau, specializing in handling and managing anomalous events.

Due to these unusual events, many areas of the Empire have experienced distortions, such as the sudden disappearance of the entire population of a village, the emergence of soapy slime monsters in the underground sewers, and the appearance of grotesque skeletons pieced together in a religious site.

Their job is to prevent these anomalies from affecting the normal lives of Imperial citizens as much as possible, to protect Imperial citizens, and ideally, to completely contain and deal with the anomalies.

This time, they will be facing a top-level anomaly called "NO.39 Imposter".

To normal people, he is just an ordinary person, but through special analysis, it can be discovered that he is a monster that has "possessed" the original host, and he wears a clown mask at all times.

That clown-like, distorted face will parasitize, seize, and completely absorb the original host, thus transforming it into its own face.

Therefore, this special anomaly will be named "The Imposter".

When this super-level anomaly last appeared, it infected and assimilated everyone nearby into "imposters," completely seizing their original consciousness and souls.

It took the Empire an immense sacrifice to barely expel it back then, but unexpectedly, after many years, this anomaly has reappeared and been promoted to "Special Class".

This time, they have no idea how much sacrifice they will have to make...

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Meanwhile...

"Blood-thirsty disease...blood-thirsty people..." Li Ge stared intently at the densely packed labels in his field of vision.

What kind of monsters did I live with for the past 17 years?

And... what about Auntie?

Such a thought couldn't help but rise in Li Ge's heart.

Aunt, could she also be a blood-thirsty person?

Is there any cure for this disease?

Countless thoughts raced through Li Ge's mind. He didn't know if he was just being overly concerned, but he also knew that the school wasn't a panacea.

Just like the senior student who took magic potions before, he ended up in a state of [meme contamination] and [immortality], and the school could no longer reverse him back to his former state.

Now, the label "blood thirst disease," resembling a scarlet earthworm, is even more terrifying than the label "immortality" that Senior Brother Chang Gong had been given back then.

What exactly happened?

Was his hometown polluted? Or invaded by an evil god? Or was his hometown always like this, and it was just that his spiritual vision was insufficient before?

Li Ge hoped it was the former, that his hometown had been polluted by some unknown force, even if it was some strange thing like "divine intervention." Li Ge breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he could secretly investigate and find out the truth, even if it was divine intervention, he was willing to pick up a pistol...

But if it's the latter...

Impossible! Absolutely impossible!

Although I don't have much of a sense of reality about this life, what do all my experiences in primary and secondary school, the friends I've made, the girls I've met, the teachers and classmates, even mean?

What does the meticulous love that aunt showed him count for?

He had to investigate, because even in the most dangerous circumstances, he possessed the power of a god-king, and he also had the school and the vice-principal behind him.

As night fell, in the bathroom, Li Ge looked at the lion in the pupils.

"Old friends, it seems I'll have to rely on you." Li Ge silently put on colored contact lenses to seal the lion in his pupils, and at the same time replaced the original lenses with sunglasses to ensure that the golden eyes wouldn't be too conspicuous.

If the entire city, or perhaps the entire world, is plagued by blood thirst, then his first stop would have to be the mayor who houses the "clown mask."

Li Ge could even imagine that her parents died mysteriously for this reason.

Currently, he knows that the only people his parents have had contact with and a relatively good relationship with are his aunt and the mayor.

The moon was dark and the wind was high.

Behind colored contact lenses and sunglasses, his golden eyes were wide open to the maximum, and the densely packed "blood-thirsty disease" labels spread all over the world like maggots clinging to bones.

In his pupils, the ugly lion was gazing at the world with endless fury, like a king looking down upon the world.

However, there are a few strange "blood-thirsty diseases" that, despite being far away, will slowly follow me every time I move, never getting more than 2 kilometers away.

A month ago, even with the Lion's Eyes, I wouldn't have imagined that I was being followed.

However, after a week of rigorous special training, including daily physical training, virtual reality shooting training, intelligence training, and reconnaissance training...

He is completely different now; he would be considered a qualified special agent in any civilization.

In addition, Lion's Eye possesses a terrifying cheat ability that almost completely reveals the entire map...

"Are there four of them, in pairs, following me from different directions?" Li Ge wondered.

Sure enough, he had been under surveillance all along, possibly even by his friends, girls who liked him, or even his teachers, classmates, and neighbors...

They could all be people spying on you!

Or perhaps, has my identity as a time traveler been exposed?

Li Ge even recalled this ridiculous reason in her mind again.

He surveyed the city with disdain, the neon signs on the twelfth-floor rooftops flashing beneath him, the wind blowing against him, his trench coat billowing like a banner.