Reboot Volume Chapter 203 Can a Bowl Thrown at Someone Also Split a Head Open?

The village chief trembled slightly, sweat pouring down his face. The blade was only a few centimeters from his throat, and he did not dare say another word.

“Tch, what an ancient, worn-out setup.” Mianhua lowered the long sword in his hand and thrust it into the ground. “I’ve done this kind of practical training exercise more times than I can count.”

“What do you mean by that?” The bandit with the blue headscarf frowned in confusion.

Suddenly, two blue-white streaks flashed past. The bandits hurriedly turned around, only to see all of their brothers collapsing at once. Even their leader’s heel seemed to catch on something, sending him tumbling to the ground as well.

In the blink of an eye, Shiyan appeared behind the village chief and cut his bonds loose.

The other villagers rushed over too, helping free the bound captives, while some pressed the fallen bandits down to keep them pinned.

“Little Shiyan’s Phantom Step is getting more and more skillful,” Mianhua said as he pulled his sword from the soil and strode straight toward the blue-headscarf bandit.

“You... who are you?” Blood leaked from the bandit’s mouth, mixed with a little mud.

“Hahaha, why’ve you started stammering like that Mo Xing guy?” Mianhua laughed, thumping his chest in his usual manner. “All right then, I’ll tell you. We are—”

“Holy Sky Royal Academy!”

“What? That strongest institution in Aslant?!!!” The bandit’s expression changed at once.

“怎么样? I even have a student ID. Want to take a look?” Mianhua said smugly.

Then he frowned, sensing that something was off.

Shiyan looked back at him, her face also showing a trace of unease.

“It’s a magic formation!”

They spoke at the same time.

A pale blue glow lit up beneath the villagers’ feet. A huge circle appeared across the ground, and within it, an intricately interwoven six-pointed star rotated without rest, freezing everyone in place.

“Heh-heh-heh—got you all! Looks like all that time setting up the formation wasn’t wasted.”

At that moment, leaves rustled nearby, and a man wearing a straw hat jumped down. He clapped his hands; the green mouse tattoo on his left arm stood out sharply. Hands in his pockets, he walked toward the formation.

“Boss Tian!” the bandits shouted in unison.

“Hahaha, didn’t I say these people wouldn’t be easy to deal with? We could only take them by strategy,” Boss Tian laughed. “Didn’t expect us to have another move, did you?”

“This little lady from the Royal Academy is quite delicate,” Boss Tian said with a wicked grin. Slowly, he drew a hand from his pocket. “I should give that soft little face of yours a proper touch.”

Bang—

The violent collision of porcelain and skull rang out like a thunderclap. Boss Tian was struck down by a small bowl that came flying out of nowhere.

Everyone present was stunned. Setting aside how much damage such a bowl could actually do, to hit the head so accurately from nowhere without warning—what kind of divine being was that?

All eyes turned to the third floor of Shiyan’s house. Mo Xing was standing on the windowsill, one hand raised high, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

He himself was just as bewildered. He had only been desperate to save Shiyan and the villagers, but some force within him seemed to seize control of his body. He had grabbed the bowl that had just held medicine on the nearby table and hurled it at Boss Tian. The movement had flowed so smoothly it was almost supernatural, executed with astonishing perfection.

While everyone’s attention was fixed on Mo Xing, the shattered bowl on the ground slowly began to reassemble itself piece by piece.

...

A week had passed since the bandits invaded the village. Shiyan had contacted the special police unit in the royal city, and the bandits had been brought to justice. From then on, guards would come every day to patrol and stand watch, ensuring the villagers’ work and daily life were protected.

As for the greatest contributor, it was still Mo Xing, who had unexpectedly knocked down the enemy leader. The villagers of Scarf Town warmly and generously accepted him as one of their own.

“This is the letter of recommendation written for you by the village committee.”

The village chief handed Mo Xing an envelope stamped with a golden seal. His eyes gleamed, his face filled with the hopeful pride of a parent who expects great things from a child.

“All right, thank you.”

Mo Xing was dressed in formal clothes and carried a dark backpack.

“Our village really is full of talent, isn’t it? Another awakened one, haha,” the village chief said cheerfully. “Once you get to the academy, study hard and find yourself a proper job in the future.”

“All right, I will.” No sooner had Mo Xing spoken than a hand landed heavily on his shoulder. He turned around and saw Mianhua.

“Grandpa Chief, you can rest easy! With me, your senior here, Mo Xing is definitely going to be well looked after.”

Mianhua gave a thumbs-up with his left hand and rhythmically patted Mo Xing’s shoulder with his right, as though to say: kid, let me warn you, with me around, don’t even think about laying a finger on my little Shiyan.

“Mhm, good, good.” The village chief’s gaze passed over the two of them and looked ahead, then he came back to himself and said, “Your luggage has already been loaded onto the carriage over there. Get ready to set out.”

“Yes!”

A little later, on the carriage.

“Little Shiyan, you seem a bit unhappy.”

Mianhua noticed that Shiyan was sulking beside him.

“Ugh, when she was seeing me off just now, Grandma insisted on stuffing a bag of gold coins into my hands, saying she was worried I wouldn’t have enough to spend.” Shiyan shook the small pouch in her hand. “I already know how to earn money on my own.”

“Well—”

Mianhua suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

“Just take it as... a little bit of Grandma’s affection and blessing,” Mo Xing said.

“That’s true. If I had refused just now, Grandma would have been upset.” Shiyan nodded. “You really are smarter than I am.”

“Not at all...”

Mo Xing scratched the back of his head awkwardly, thinking that this must count as the equivalent of a red envelope in this world. If he explained it that way, they probably wouldn’t understand the phrase.

“Ahem, uh, Mo Xing—” Mianhua cleared his throat twice on purpose and casually draped an arm over Mo Xing’s shoulder, tugging him closer.

“How have you been doing these past two days? Can you release and control your power freely?”

“Not very stably. Sometimes I can release it for two seconds, and sometimes there’s no sign of it at all.”

After speaking, Mo Xing closed his eyes and opened his palm. A ball of energy slowly rose, emitting a faint white glow, but it quickly faded out.

“Such a feeble power—” Mianhua shook his head. “How on earth did you manage to land that lethal strike before?”

“Mo Xing, don’t be discouraged,” Shiyan said. “Once we get to the academy, the instructors will find a way to awaken your potential.”

“Mm.” Mo Xing nodded.

Over the past few days, he had borrowed some books from Mianhua. Besides learning how to release and control power, he had also read about the history of this world.

The Aslant Continent was the relic of the ancient war of the gods. In that final battle, the gods exhausted their strength; their souls shattered and scattered to every corner of the world, blessing this land with divine power.

The moment each person’s power awakens is different. Ordinary people awaken in their teenage years; this is called natural awakening.

Noble families with pure bloodlines awaken directly at birth, with power accompanying the child into the world; this is bloodline awakening.

Likewise, there are some who never awaken even by middle age and live out their lives in ordinary fashion.

At such times, some wealthy people, in pursuit of power, buy medicine to force an awakening. The higher the quality of the medicine, the stronger the power and the fewer the side effects; this is called special awakening. Mo Xing had defined such people as pay-to-win players.

But not all living beings could receive the gods’ blessing. Some animals mutated by misfortune and became monsters. Mo Xing understood them as the “wild mobs” from a game, like the blue monster they had encountered on that rainy night.

Only by viewing this world through the logic of a game could Mo Xing barely make sense of these unscientific phenomena.

But this wasn’t a game. It was a genuine foreign world! After these past few days of observation and conversation, the food had flavor, biting his finger hurt, and even standing in the sun for training would leave him a shade darker.

From all these signs, he had reached one conclusion:

He really had crossed into another world.

“Mo Xing! Wake up!”

The scent of lilacs rushed toward him. Mo Xing rubbed his eyes and saw Shiyan standing before him, waving a hand.

“What... what is it?” Mo Xing asked.

“We’ve arrived at school!” Shiyan said with a smile.

Mo Xing lifted his head. Several scarlet European-style buildings stood like giants in the distance, and the road was paved with brilliant, multicolored tiles. In the center of the square stood a magnificent fountain, with six statues holding different weapons pointed toward the sky. Shops lined both sides, and people came and went in a lively bustle.

This was the strongest institution on the Aslant Continent—Holy Sky Royal Academy!!!

“Stop spacing out!” Mianhua shouted from below the carriage. “Hurry up and unload the luggage!”

Mo Xing came to his senses and helped Mianhua take the baggage down from the carriage, while Shiyan went to pay the fare to the driver.

At that moment, someone bumped into Mianhua’s arm.

Mianhua was about to curse, but when he saw that the other party was an old man carrying a broom, he swallowed his words at once. Mo Xing also looked over and saw the old man cough twice.

“S-sorry about that.”

The old man spoke slowly. After saying that, he continued on his way with the broom in hand.

Mo Xing felt that the old man looked strangely familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere before—almost as if it had been on a day when it was raining hard...

“M-Mister Shen?!!!”

Mo Xing snapped to his senses, leaped down from the carriage, and saw Mister Shen turn slightly, smile, and then disappear into the sea of people.

“Hey, hey, hey, where are you going?” Mianhua immediately grabbed Mo Xing.

“Who was that old man just now?” Mo Xing asked urgently.

“That old fellow? Just some old man sweeping the streets!” Mianhua sighed. “No need to make a fuss over it.”

“Was he called Mister Shen?” Mo Xing pressed on.

“What Mister Shen?” Mianhua sounded a little impatient. “Unloading the luggage is what matters. If you’ve got something to say, say it later!”

“All right...” Mo Xing glanced into the crowd again, thinking that if he ever got the chance, he had to find Mister Shen and ask him clearly.

After packing up their things, the three of them walked all the way to the registration building.

Inside the hall, more than ten people were waiting in line. On the table at the front sat a crystal ball, and three people in formal attire were seated on chairs, facing the students in line.

“Zhang Busan, first-year student, level fifteen.”

“Li Chigua, third year, level thirty-two.”

“Wang Zha, second year, level twenty-six.”

The person sitting at the far right called out through a loudspeaker.

“What are they doing?” Mo Xing asked quietly.

“They’re testing power. It’s one of the important steps for enrollment and return registration,” Shiyan said, turning back to him. “Touch that crystal ball, and it will display your power level.”

“Actually, it’s a special stopwatch. The position of the second hand indicates your power level. There are sixty levels in total,” Mianhua added from behind the line.

“Oh, I see.” Mo Xing suddenly understood.

“The next three!”

“Hey! Teacher Tianqi!” Mianhua suddenly sprang from behind Mo Xing to the front of the table, waving both hands vigorously. “Long time no see!”

I’m back!

I’ve waited so long, but I still haven’t found a clear idea for new content, so I plan to revise everything from the beginning to look for inspiration again. Mostly because I’ve been busy with summer classes and haven’t had time to write.

I’ll be filling in the parts I hadn’t expanded before, and adding a lot of details to make the whole story more complete. There may be some repetition here and there, and I hope everyone will be patient and supportive.