63 A Madman (2/2)

When everyone else had left, Lan placed his hands on Xue Wei's cheeks and started pulling them. ”A smile won't hurt!” he said cheerfully, but Xue Wei just scowled. He was not in the mood to smile at this strange and also rather dangerous prophet.

”Don't look so glum; I promise you I will help you become number one in this strange little camp that someone so optimistically named a Genius Camp.”

”I don't need your help,” Xue Wei snapped back. He was not sure why, but something about this prophet made him mad beyond belief. A single look at him and he could not help but feel a headache from the great smile the man had on his lips and the cheeky look in his eyes.

”Oh, believe me, you will!” Lan grinned back. ”I can also help you learn how to use the heritage ring on your finger. And I can teach you how to telepathically transmit your voice into the mind of your peers.”

The prophet was tempting him with a lot of strange things, and Xue Wei was shocked the more he heard. Although he was unsure of why this prophet had taken a liking to him, he would be lying if he said he wasn't tempted, but he also knew that there was no such thing as a free meal in this world.

”What do you want in return?” he asked while on high alert, and his eyes narrowed.

”It's simple,” Lan said with a grin, ”I want your dantian. I've never before seen such an amazing dantian that is shaped like a pearl. You are a one in a trillion for having such a special physique! It is not a beast core, but it is not a normal dantian either. I want this for my collection!”

Xue Wei's face turned pale, and he suddenly felt a danger to his life that he had never felt before. Without a dantian, he would without a doubt become a complete cripple, but this man had requested his dantian so casually as if it was something that could be traded away easily.

”Look at you, all scared,” Lan began laughing again. ”I am just joking, just joking,” he said as he waved his hand at Xue Wei who had begun to retreat backward.

”Although I am quite curious as to what it will evolve into. Will it become something formidable that I have never seen before or will you flop and become a useless genius that could not survive the test of time?”

”How should I know?” Xue Wei snapped back. ”You are the prophet here, not me.”

”That's true,” Lan rubbed his nose and looked a little embarrassed. ”I am a prophet,” he repeated the words and his cheeky expression returned to his eyes, his lips once again blooming into a great smile.

Xue Wei rolled his eyes. He quickly understood that he was dealing with a madman. He was impossible to understand, and he would do whatever he wanted to do whenever he wanted to do it.

”Well then, Mister Lan, please tell me what you wish for me to do now?” Xue Wei sighed and lamented his fate. There was no way for him to escape the task of accompanying this Lan guy, but he truly had no idea as to where things were, so he was useless as a guide.

”Well, let us stroll the area and get familiar with the dining hall and all those things that the commander mentioned first,” Lan decided and started walking, not waiting for Xue Wei to follow.

While walking through the tent camp side by side, neither of them said a word, but by now Xue Wei had understood that this dangerous man was not that dangerous as long as one did not oppose him. On the other hand, he was incredibly odd and hard to figure out.

As they walked around in the tent camp, many of the geniuses came up to greet Lan. Some had a few questions, others just wished to curry favor with him.

But strangely enough, Lan was not friendly at all. Although he was smiling at them, his face showed complete and utter boredom. He did not even pretend to listen to them.

This strange change in behavior from how he treated Xue Wei and how he treated everyone else puzzled not only Xue Wei but also the other geniuses.

Not many believed that Xue Wei was special. Most knew that his advance was rushed and thought he had an unstable foundation. Some even thought he had cheated to manage to enter the Genius Camp.

How the prophet treated Xue Wei made the others jealous. They were anything but happy with his sudden rise to fame, but none of them dared to say or do anything about it right now as it was clear that Lan favored him.

The two walked through the entire camp, and Xue Wei was capable of looking for the things he needed to locate. He was now able to look around the area, when Lan stopped in front of a tent.

”This is our tent, huh?” he asked and all color drained from Xue Wei's face. They were in front of Xue Wei's tent, but he had never in his wildest dreams thought he had to share it with anyone. It was not very large and although it could hold both of them it would be a tight squeeze.

”You don't have a guest tent for yourself?” Xue Wei asked with a trembling voice.

”Don't know, don't care.” Lan answered and entered the tent that Xue Wei had claimed to be his own, causing Xue Wei to stand outside trembling from anger.

”Don't tell me he has fallen in love with me,” Xue Wei said through gritted teeth, but then a voice appeared in his mind, ”you wish.”