Chapter 48: Impossible, Absolutely Impossible

Klein believed that if his memory wasn't failing him, there was a recent console game he'd played called Elden Ring...

Realistic visuals are naturally more beautiful than 3D-rendered game environments—this tree’s features and this scene are just too similar to one of the endings in Elden Ring.

Isn't the world Lu Mingfei comes from called Dragon Clan?

Klein’s gaze met Su Lin’s; he saw Su Lin’s lips quiver, his index finger trembling as it pointed toward the image in the sky, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

Klein nodded in disbelief, while Su Lin still wore an expression of utter disbelief, his eyes wide open.

Private chat interface

Su Lin: “Are you sure?”

Klein: “I’m sure—it’s almost certainly it.”

Su Lin: “Aba aba!”

Su Lin: “How did he even do that!?”

It’s impossible! There’s no logical reason! Even if the world of Elden Ring truly existed, why would Lu Mingfei be in that world!?

The novel I read in middle and high school wasn’t called Dragon Clan?!

Su Lin grabbed his head, tugging at his hair. Even with his Foundation Establishment-level intellect, he couldn’t comprehend why the protagonist of a Dragon Clan novel would end up inside a video game called Elden Ring.

“So cool…” Lu Mingfei stared blankly at his own image on the screen.

“Indeed,” Xiao Yan affirmed: “That bearing, that style—your parallel world has some serious stuff going on.”

Aside from Su Lin and Klein, no one else had ever paid attention to or even knew that there was a game on Earth called Elden Ring.

In the scene, brilliant golden leaves fluttered down like rain, and Lu Mingfei on the throne slowly extended his right hand to catch a single golden leaf.

Gazing at the golden leaf in his hand, Lu Mingfei seemed lost in thought—or perhaps reminiscing about the past.

“Did I really ascend to the throne here?” Lu Mingfei on Shuijing Peak muttered to himself: “Why is that tree so enormous?”

“A profound aura of divinity,” Zhongli murmured, a flicker of seriousness passing through his gilded eyes.

Heracles gazed at Lu Mingfei in the scene, sensing the true projection reflected by the Dayuan Pearl.

“Is he a god—or merely a human?”

As if exhausted, Lu Mingfei closed his eyes and felt everything in the world around him.

After waiting a long while without any further movement from his on-screen self, Lu Mingfei remembered to change the channel.

Suddenly, an anomaly erupted.

Crimson blood surged forth like an endless tidal wave.

The Lu Mingfei on the throne remained motionless, but beside him appeared a crystal-like knightly greatsword.

The sword’s tip fell toward the ground, touching a rune.

Hum—

The blinding white light faded, leaving only residual energy radiating outward.

The Lu Mingfei on Shuijing Peak watched this scene, his mind filled with only the three classic questions.

“Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?”

For a moment, silence settled over Shuijing Peak.

Until—

Su Lin gulped down a mouthful of tea, not savoring the spiritual tea at all, but swallowing it like a cow chewing peonies.

Then he slowly spoke: “Parallel worlds are always full of infinite possibilities—Lu Mingfei crossing over into Elden Ring isn’t entirely implausible.”

Han Li turned to Su Lin and asked: “So this Lu Mingfei isn’t in his original world?”

“I played a game these past two days called Elden Ring...” Klein began explaining to everyone about the game he’d been playing.

Lu Mingfei was the most stunned, but upon reflection, if a chat group and cultivation could happen to him, then his parallel self crossing into a video game world wasn’t entirely unbelievable.

Probably…

But that makes absolutely no sense at all!?

After everyone understood the context, they all sighed in awe.

“This further proves you have tremendous potential, Lu Mingfei,” Zhongli told him.

Lu Mingfei, hearing the praise, felt slightly embarrassed and fidgety.

“You’re too kind, heh—heh, just lucky.”

Su Lin had a strange feeling things had suddenly become absurd—like one second you’re watching Peppa Pig, and you’re certain the next line will be: “This is my little brother, George.”

But then the next second, Peppa Pig says: “This is my little brother, Zhu Zhu Xia!”

Sure, they’re both pigs—but the two cartoons have nothing to do with each other!

Whatever. That saying is right.

When in doubt, invoke quantum mechanics.

If it can’t be explained, blame time travel.

Am I really not watching some fanfiction?

Lu Mingfei pulled out his phone and took a front-facing photo of his other self, then proudly set it as his lock screen.

Too bad he couldn’t talk to his other self—if he could, he’d ask him to pull out that greatsword again and strike a pose, then set it as his forum avatar.

“Keep going, next one,” Ye Fan urged: “Let’s see a Krypton version.”

“You think I’m some kind of universal cosplayer?” Lu Mingfei switched channels.

After all, this guy had been frozen in the same pose for over ten minutes.

With a thought, the scene shifted.

On screen, Lu Mingfei sat in a wheelchair, the sky dominated by a colossal crimson moon, white flowers blooming beneath it.

“Did I get crippled?” Lu Mingfei exclaimed in surprise.

Compared to the regal aura of the previous Elden King, this guy looked downright pitiful.

The Lu Mingfei who played esports might not have been majestic or unstoppable, but at least he had all his limbs and even won an esports championship.

This Lu Mingfei’s situation is truly miserable—why is he in a wheelchair?

Could it be that during a dragon-slaying mission, some dragon beat him into paralysis?

Lu Mingfei hoped the Cassel Academy had bought his other self a life insurance policy, and he tried to recall whether the academy covered lifetime expenses for injuries sustained during dragon-slaying.

If it weren’t for the $100,000 annual scholarship and the brutal clause that forced brain surgery upon withdrawal, Lu Mingfei would’ve dropped out in his first semester.

Of course, things are different now—he didn’t want to leave this crazy ship anymore.

The Lu Mingfei in the wheelchair gazed at the crimson moon, then slowly stood up.

“I told you before—your wheelchair wheels need some oil.”

The Lu Mingfei on screen muttered to himself.

At this moment, the onlookers noticed that this Lu Mingfei wore a vintage leather jacket, and beside him on the ground lay a dirty rectangular object nestled among the flowers.

“You’re here,” Lu Mingfei turned, picked up the object wrapped in a grimy cloth, unwrapped it—and revealed a giant sword, one person’s height, covered in rust.

“...” The Lu Mingfei on Shuijing Peak felt a bad premonition.

Swish—

The rust-covered greatsword erupted with a deep blue energy glow, particles of light coating every inch of the blade.

In the hands of the vintage leather-clad Lu Mingfei stood a graceful, beautiful greatsword.

In the vast crimson moon, a dark speck had appeared.

Within the chat group

Su Lin: “Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

Klein: “I know it’s absurd—but it really is absurd!”

Klein: “@Lu Mingfei You probably won’t believe this, but I finished all the endings of this game three days ago.”