stonecrandall Chapter 39: The World of Red Soup
Chapter 39: The World of Red Soup
Smallwell High School is just like most high schools in Kansas.
There are no homeroom teachers, and the school follows a walking and school system. Most courses do not even have fixed classrooms, but only fixed classes for roll call.
There are two seventh graders.
Through Walter's intervention, Rachel was assigned to Lucas's class.
The first lesson.
History class.
Under Lucas's constant eye signals.
Following the steps agreed upon over the past two days, Rachel took a deep breath and slowly released her mental connection.
An invisible and colorless spiritual fluctuation spread quietly, silently entangling in the mind of the teacher lecturing on the podium.
The teacher was slowly explaining the knowledge points in the textbook when suddenly, as if remembering something, she put down the textbook and said to the students below with a serious expression:
"I've thought about it, and I've decided not to teach any new lessons today. Instead, we'll have a test instead."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire classroom erupted in uproar.
All the students looked completely bewildered, their eyes wide with surprise.
On a perfectly normal school day, an exam was suddenly scheduled without any warning, catching everyone off guard.
Before anyone could react, the teacher turned and left, returning a few minutes later with a stack of freshly printed exam papers.
When they looked down and saw the contents of the exam paper, the astonishment on everyone's faces instantly turned into utter blankness; they were completely dumbfounded.
The entire exam paper was clean and tidy, with only three questions.
Question 1: Why didn't Washington's father punish him after he chopped down the cherry tree?
Question 2: Why does the United States only have 48 contiguous states?
Question 3: Why is the White House wall entirely white?
Chloe, who was just about to make a big splash and show off her strength, was completely stunned.
Is this definitely a history question and not a riddle?
At this moment, the history teacher raised his hand, glanced at the watch on his wrist, and spoke in a deep voice:
"This test has a time limit of three minutes. Once the three minutes are up, all papers will be collected immediately, and the next test will then begin."
"Three minutes? Next game?" Chloe was even more confused.
Each class lasted about 50 minutes, and Lucas happily completed nearly twenty tests, feeling that achieving the "Pre-Heavenly Wisdom" achievement was just around the corner.
"What is all this nonsense? Are those questions really history questions?"
As soon as get out of class ended, Chloe couldn't help but complain.
She answered all the questions correctly, but it felt like she got every single one wrong.
Pete slumped into the chair as if he were completely exhausted: "Next class is math, and Mr. Thomson hates tests the most."
Then--
"Class, today we'll have a test instead."
The math teacher brought good news as soon as he entered the classroom.
……
Lucas didn't skip any classes on a full school day.
He only put away his pen with a look of excitement when the bell rang for the end of the last cultural class.
Next, all we need to do is wait for the results.
Just in case, he approached Rachel and whispered, "Are you sure you can keep it up until the results come out?"
"Pretty much. Two or three days is still within my tolerance range. Those people's consciousness isn't very strong." Rachel felt it for a moment and nodded.
Lucas then went to the rugby training field with a satisfied look on his face to begin his physical training for the day.
He specifically tested it a couple of days ago.
The results are encouraging.
Its strength reaches about 50 tons, and if it goes all out, it can reach 60 tons.
It can run at speeds of over 150 kilometers per hour.
A single, effortless jump can reach a height of 100 meters.
Its defensive capabilities allow it to withstand a collision with a speeding truck without sustaining any damage.
Physical abilities are virtually limitless.
The progress in basic skills can be described as rapid and remarkable.
But the two traits that have improved the most are actually [Divine Insight] and [Super Hearing].
In particular, [Divine Insight] is no longer limited to the level of the physical eye, but is beginning to transform towards the level of mystery.
Furthermore, it has evolved two sub-abilities.
Lucas called the first one the "Eye of Foresight".
After activating [Divine Insight], he can slow down or even freeze the movement of everything within his field of vision.
Everything, including bullets flying, high-speed dashes, and punches and kicks, is turned into slow motion.
He can easily predict his opponent's next move, the point of attack, and so on, and can also briefly glimpse the course of action in a very short time, thus avoiding danger in advance.
His second name was "Scale Insight".
As the name suggests, his eyes can automatically generate specific distance, height, range data, etc., within his field of vision with exceptional precision.
As for "super hearing," its scope is further expanded, allowing one to hear the emotional fluctuations of living beings.
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After dinner.
Lucas works out in his backyard.
Clark and Rachel were busy working on their homework at the wooden table in the living room.
They don't have Lucas's privileges.
"My God!"
Halfway through writing, Rachel couldn't help but flip through the remaining half of her homework paper, and was immediately speechless:
"It's all reading notes, boring math problems, and a bunch of convoluted history questions. It's incredibly boring. How am I supposed to know when the United States was founded?"
"Clark, to be honest, I always envy your brother at times like this. He's free."
Rachel threw down her pen and said dejectedly.
I was thinking about whether I should try to control those teachers and give them less homework.
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she immediately shook her head.
It must be the darker side of him influencing him.
Clark smiled helplessly, his eyes also filled with envy. It wasn't because of the homework; he simply wanted to play football and be part of the team.
Just then, a sharp, piercing pain suddenly appeared in Clark's mind without warning.
He froze instantly...
"Clark, are you alright?"
Rachel's perception was naturally extraordinary, and she immediately noticed that something was wrong with Clark.
Clark tried to speak, but found that he couldn't make a sound at all.
Furthermore, the once warm living room in sight is changing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
All colors faded rapidly at a rate visible to the naked eye.
The walls, furniture, lamps, floors... all faded to a deathly, oppressive gray-black.
The walls are moldy, and the paint is peeling off...
A rotten, desolate, rusty, and bloody chilling aura instantly flooded Clark's nostrils.
The next instant, the ground beneath their feet gave way to emptiness.
Clark seemed to be violently dragged into nothingness by an invisible hand.
After the dizzying feeling of weightlessness subsided, his feet landed heavily on a patch of dry, scorched, barren land.
As far as the eye can see, there is an endless, blood-red wasteland.
A dark red haze blanketed the entire sky, giving it a deathly still feel.
There is no wind, no sound, no living creature here.
Only on the distant horizon stands a dilapidated, twisted old attic.
Clark frowned, his whole body tense. He didn't know what had happened, but he knew it was definitely not good.
At this time.
"Tap tap tap..."
"Tap tap tap..."
On the desolate wasteland, a series of light footsteps suddenly echoed.
A tall, gaunt figure slowly emerged from the heavy shadows of the dilapidated old house.
He was over two meters tall, slender and hunched over, his entire body covered with twisted and proliferating scars, as if he had been burned by a fire.
Vickner walked step by step across the scorched earth and stopped opposite Clark.
He didn't speak, but his low, cold, and gloomy voice resounded directly in Clark's mind:
"Clark Kent, welcome to my...world!"