Fantasy: I Become God by playing a game [Dungeons + LitRPG +Xinxia]

**Chapter 55: People Say That Jiangnan Is Full of Flowers, but I Came in Spring When It Was Not Spring**

Jiangnan, October 9, 2 a.m., Xingfu Community.

Just as Su Chen concentrated on the dungeon and continuously improved his level of Traceless Swordsmanship, a strange figure appeared silently around his community.

The man, clad in a hooded jacket, observed the residential building where Su Chen lived from a distance under the streetlight, whispering, "Xingfu Community... It's definitely here."

This person was none other than Zhao Lu, a student in the humanity class of Jiangnan No. 3 High School.

Zhao Lu licked his chapped lips, then easily crossed the community fence and entered. 

Soon, following the information in his hand, Zhao Lu arrived at the door of Room 402, where Su Chen was.

He looked at the closed door but did not rush inside. Instead, he produced a special bottle from his jacket. 

Upon opening the bottle, a finger-length flesh worm slowly crawled out and landed in Zhao Lu's palm.

Looking at the strange flesh worm, Zhao Lu said in a low voice, "Go and see what's happening inside."

Hearing this, the flesh worm quickly leapt from Zhao Lu's palm and entered Su Chen's house through the crack in the door.

After waiting for three minutes, the worm crawled back and returned to Zhao Lu's palm.

He examined it for a moment and then swallowed it whole.

Puff!

After chewing a few times, the disgusting flesh worm was swallowed into his stomach.

In the next instant, all the scenes of the worm entering the room flashed into Zhao Lu's mind.

"Haven't you come back yet..."

Seeing that there was no one in the room, Zhao Lu smiled coldly. 

Then he placed his hand on the door lock. 

In the next moment, his hand transformed into a mass of twisted tumors that snaked into the keyhole. 

Not long after, the previously locked door... opened.

Zhao Lu stepped inside, looked around the empty room, and whispered, "If there's no one here, then I'll just wait until you come back."

"It's just a bloodworm clone. Even if I fail in the end, no one will suspect me."

Zhao Lu entered Su Chen's bedroom, and his body instantly transformed into countless tiny insects, hiding in the shadowy space under the bed, breaking apart into fragments.

At the same time, Zhao Lu's body in the training room of No. 3 High School slowly opened his eyes. 

At his brow, a thumb-sized bulge began to writhe constantly, as if something were alive in his brain.

This abnormality settled down after a while, going undetected by outsiders.

Bloodworm clone: this was a special reward Zhao Lu received after assisting the Black Lotus Sect with several tasks.

It was precisely because of this special and dark magic that he could hunt urban geniuses without attracting notice.

This way, he could compensate for his lack of qualifications.

"Ding Dong."

Just as Zhao Lu was about to resume his practice, a text message chimed on his mobile phone.

Glancing at the message, Zhao Lu frowned.

—

[Son, the day after tomorrow is your birthday. I know you are under great pressure to practice, but you shouldn't isolate yourself at school. Go out more when you have time.]

[Mom ordered a birthday cake for you. Do you think you can come home the day after tomorrow?]

[Don't worry; Mom doesn't want to cause you stress. I just thought you haven't been home for a while, and I want to make something delicious for you to replenish your body.]

[Mom doesn't know how to use a mobile phone. I asked Shouyi to help me write this. Remember to eat on time at school, pay attention to your health, and don't tire yourself out.]

—

Zhao Lu stared at the dense text on his phone, feeling inexplicably irritated.

Shouyi is such a busybody...

Go home for a birthday? He had no time to celebrate it now.

If he didn't seize this opportunity to enhance his cultivation qualification as much as possible, how could he hope to catch up with the talented children of other schools in this one short year?

Birthdays could be celebrated later, but there was only one chance to improve his qualifications.

If he couldn't fulfill the Black Lotus Envoys' tasks punctually, everything he had achieved thus far might come to nothing.

'That old woman is so short-sighted and lacks vision. She's always getting in my way.'

Thinking this, Zhao Lu pretended not to see the text message, turned his phone to silent mode, and set it aside.

In the dim training room, Zhao Lu suppressed his inner turmoil and clenched his fists secretly.

'People say Jiangnan is full of flowers, but I came in spring.'

'Why can't my name, Zhao Lu, be written in this vast city of Jiangnan?'

'Why can't I be the one standing in the light...?'

Meanwhile, in a dilapidated residential building in the south of the city—

"Master Bian, did you actually send the text message to Lu'er? Why hasn't he replied to me after so long? Did something happen at school?"

Zhao Lu's mother sat on the sofa, clutching her worn-out second-hand mobile phone, her face filled with concern.

Bian Shouyi, who was pouring water for her, paused and replied, "Maybe Zhao Lu is busy practicing, which is why he hasn't seen it."

"Auntie, don't worry. It's quite normal for a cultivator to retreat for several days while training. It's nothing unusual."

Hearing Bian Shouyi's words, Zhao Lu's mother relaxed considerably.

She looked at him as he poured water and said, "Hey, Master Bian, what are you doing? You shouldn't be pouring water for me! You can help me text Zhao'er; that would be a great help."

"Such trivial matters should be handled by me; I can't trouble you with this."

Having worked in Bian Shouyi's family for more than ten years, Zhao Lu's mother naturally didn't consider him an ordinary junior.

However, Bian Shouyi took no offense.

He placed the cup of poured water in front of Zhao's mother and replied politely, "Auntie, you are too kind. You have been with our family for so many years. We have long since stopped treating you as just a nanny."

"Zhao Lu should be under a lot of pressure from training lately, but there's no need to worry too much."

"I visited his school recently, and he seemed fine."

Hearing Bian Shouyi's words, Zhao Lu's mother's tired expression finally eased.

She might not have believed it if anyone else had said it, but she trusted Bian Shouyi completely.

After all, he had grown up under her care and had never lied to her.

"I'm really sorry to impose on you, Master Bian. I just feel that Lu'er has seemed a bit strange lately. It's been over a month since he's been home since school started. I can't help but worry."

"You know Lu'er well. He's a quiet person who keeps everything bottled up and never shares his feelings with me."

"But Master Bian, you have a good relationship with him. I think he might confide in you even if he won't talk to me, so I'm bothering you."

"But hearing you say that makes me feel a lot better."

After hearing these words, Bian Shouyi lowered his head, uncharacteristically somber.

The truth was he had just... actually lied.

He instinctively felt that something was troubling Zhao Lu.

But, looking at Zhao Lu's mother's worried face, he hesitated and decided against voicing it.

After all, even if he revealed the truth, all it would do was keep Zhao's mother awake at night with worry.

Instead of doing that, it was better to tell a white lie and provide comfort.

Perhaps due to his first experience lying, Bian Shouyi felt slightly anxious facing Zhao Lu's mother.

After exchanging a few more pleasantries, he stood up and left.

Once outside the community where Zhao Lu's mother lived, Bian Shouyi couldn't help but remember the moment he shared with Zhao Lu at the gate of the No. 3 High School.

"Zhao Lu... you mustn't do anything foolish."

"You cannot let my aunt down."

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