Emperor Heaven—White Chrysanthemum, a man once hailed as the world's hope. During the Apostle Invasion, he roamed tirelessly, slaying and annihilating Apostles. No matter how formidable they were, none could resist him.
But no one knew when it began. This strongest warrior, on his quest to save humanity, underwent a sudden personality shift. Though outcomes remained unchanged, he no longer cared for lives around him. In battles against Apostles, he disregarded humans in cities entirely, unleashing all large-scale Meta Abilities freely.
Some said the people he killed nearly equaled those he saved.
Others claimed his victims matched those slain by Apostles.
Overnight, the savior hero became pure evil.
Among Kong’s current students, most were merely twelve or thirteen-year-old children five years ago. Regarding these events, some were unaware, some had only vague understanding, and others were deeply infatuated with the legendary strongest for various reasons.
Yet no one knew that when Cheng Zhihui heard the name Emperor White Amaryllis, her resolute eyes suddenly radiated a potent killing aura.
Discussion about Apostles ended there. No one knew what the Apostle Invasion would bring. Especially this time, with Apostles descending in the Pacific and North American zones, no one was sure how they differed from those five years ago. For now, Kong had no plans to get involved.
The class mainly covered what students should do if they ever faced an Apostle: whether to fight or flee, and how to assess the Apostle’s level. After this brief overview, the lesson ended.
After class, Cheng Zhihui, the class monitor, stayed behind as students left. Estia, still troubled by yesterday morning’s incident, couldn’t muster courage to face Kong.
Her silver hair, smooth as silk, flowed down from her ears to her back. Her emerald eyes, radiating unwavering will, were deep and beautiful. She stood before Kong, taking the initiative to tidy documents. This act caught him off guard.
If she awakened her Meta Ability, she might be the strongest in class. That was Kong’s assessment. Cheng Zhihui was highly perceptive. Though he’d evaded yesterday’s issue, she surely still doubted it. Her current action only heightened his attention.
“What’s up? Voluntarily helping a weird teacher like me gives me goosebumps,” Kong said with a wicked grin. He still harbored resentment over being called “weird” before entering class.
“Mm… So the teacher is this petty?” Her face flushed slightly. Back then, she’d mistaken the man at the classroom door for an irresponsible teacher, sparking their argument. Unexpectedly, he proved quite capable—at least in teaching.
“Of course not! Don’t worry, I won’t abuse my authority for personal vendettas!” Kong chuckled merrily, but his sinister smile did little to reassure.
Cheng Zhihui didn’t pursue it. Instead, she shifted gears, speaking in a pleading tone. “Teacher, you were on the front lines back then, right?”
“Back then?”
“Yes, during the Apostle Invasion five years ago. You must have fought alongside others, right?”
Fighting alongside others never happened. Back then, most hadn’t awakened Meta Abilities; only a handful had. To Kong, they were weaklings who couldn’t help. So, it was normal to say he alone resolved the invasion five years ago.
“Mm, I still vividly recall comrades battling fiercely. What? Eager to charge against Apostles already?” Kong said half-jokingly. Vaguely, he sensed intense resolve radiating from her.
“No, I just wanted to ask if you ever worked with him back then, Teacher.”
“Him?” Could he be her relative or friend? Whoever it was, Kong could confidently say no. But… things seemed more complex.
“Yes, Emperor Heaven—White Chrysanthemum!!”
“Eh?!” His first thought: *Could she know my identity?* But he dismissed it instantly. Six or five years ago, his battles ended swiftly. To avoid exposure, he always wore a hat and mask like a star dodging paparazzi. No one could recognize him. His anxiety vanished.
“What’s wrong, Teacher? Do you really know him?”
“I know many… but back then, that guy charged alone at the front with no companions. Due to his overwhelming power, almost no one dared approach him—not even me. Why ask? Are you a fangirl of White Sunflower?”
Cheng Zhihui didn’t answer directly. Instead, she asked in a perilous tone—perhaps unaware how chilling it sounded, or perhaps subconscious. “Then, Teacher, what kind of person is White Sunflower in your eyes?”
Setting aside her tone, though puzzled, Kong knew it wasn’t his place to inquire. But… what kind of person was Emperor White Amaryllis? If judging himself, his assessment was: “Cold-hearted, powerful, and confident. Roughly like that.”
Hearing this, Cheng Zhihui’s face showed “just as expected.” She smiled, clenched her fists as if making a firm decision, then nodded to Kong, thanked him, and left the classroom.
Hey… weren’t you helping me with documents? Don’t just bolt after getting your answer!! Kong grumbled inwardly. Yet his sharp gaze stayed locked on her retreating figure, lost in deep thought.
