Chapter 575 - First Round Starts (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

Until the next when he was dragged to the Immortal Academy, Buggy couldn’t believe that he was still alive. Ever since seeing that women at the inn yesterday, he felt that sense of terror coming from his bloodline. As an insect race, of course he knew that it was a warning, no, an outcry from his genes, with the same message sent to him repeatedly: he was gonna die, he was gonna die, he was gonna die…

He could swear on his queen that this person in front of him was absolutely the big devil in the legends! Besides, such heritage of insect race had never been wrong. With such a premonition, it had no doubt that it would definitely die in the hands of the person in front of him. He didn’t even think of resisting, because it clearly knew that it couldn’t resist at all.

But a miracle happened. The person didn’t attack him, but merely tied his antennas into a knot, and then… left.

He thought that he didn’t die immediately because of the blessing from the queen, until he met that person again two days later, in front of his shop. This time, the outcry from their bloodline became even stronger: he definitely, absolutely, would die!

But a miracle happened again, and she still didn’t attack him. When he was thinking when on earth was she going to, and had yet to get an answer, he was already at the gate of Immortal Academy. And they talked about teaming up with him to participate in the competition.

He finally understood. It seemed that she… was not going to kill him?

Buggy touched his own hard body. He was really still alive!

“Rest assured, I promise you are fine!” Lonemoon saw through the thoughts of this silly bug with a single look. He patted his shoulder and said, “You just need to follow us.”

Buggy looked at Lonemoon, and then at Yi Qing at his side, and eventually, after mustering all his courage, at the person nibbling at a fruit. Every nibbling sound made his heart race.

He took a deep breath, before asking weakly, “I… won’t die?”

“No!” nodded Lonemoon.

“My legs won’t break?”

“No.”

“My body won’t be dismembered?”

“… No.”

“My race won’t be massacred?”

“No…” How deep indeed was his racial trauma? Hello?