Lunar calendar, August 14th— an auspicious day for travel, with no taboos.
As if in response to the day’s almanac, the sky was a clear, washed blue, with only a few wisps of clouds drifting thinly on the horizon, like the remnants of foam after the sky had been scrubbed clean.
Rui Hang had arrived at school early.
Today was the sports meet, which served as both an open day for the school and a day for leadership inspection.
The entire school, especially the teachers, was on high alert, afraid of any mistakes.
The costumes Zhang Jiajia had rushed to finish the day before had already been delivered to the classroom.
Rui Hang had deliberately brought over several racks to carefully hang each outfit, ensuring they wouldn’t wrinkle.
Compared to other classes that mainly relied on rented costumes, Class 9, Grade 11 was like a grand and romantic fashion show.
As a teacher, Rui Hang also had his own outfit.
Before Rui Hang’s transmigration to Parnaki, the Demon Clan was infamous for their brutality and savagery.
Although the earliest born race, unlike the Dragon Clan, Elf Race, or Human Race— each created by the Twenty-Four Gods— the Demon Clan had naturally formed in the Chaos Land, specifically in the Demon Clan’s holy city, Raelsade.
This was roughly nine hundred years before the birth of the first god-created life, the Dragon.
But nine hundred years had not earned the Demons the favor of the gods.
Because they were not created by the Twenty-Four Gods, despite their powerful intelligence, no deity had imparted civilization or created order for them.
Therefore, the Demon Clan was the only group in Parnaki that never worshipped any god.
They lived primitively like savages for tens of thousands of years under a rudimentary social structure.
Until tens of thousands of years later, when Rui Hang transmigrated here, he gradually began to change the Demon Clan step by step.
He established a more complete social system, introduced external knowledge, and strengthened the clan’s traditions and history— previously passed down only by memory— thus solidifying the concept of ‘Demon Clan’ and enhancing their sense of belonging.
He vigorously promoted trade and cultural exchange, creating unique cultural labels for the Demons, gradually turning them into today’s tourist destination.
Now, the Demon Clan recognized only their Lord of Demons, Duriel Tathamet Beli, and, beyond him, the Creator God who formed Parnaki.
But Raelsade was not without faith. As the Demon Clan gradually opened up and with Parnaki’s continual warfare, more and more races chose to seek shelter under the Demons’ banner.
Therefore, at the edges of Raelsade, where multiple races lived together, the shadows of great temples could still be seen— chiefly those dedicated to the Night Goddess, the Goddess of Four Seasons, and the God of Destruction.
Putting aside matters of faith, let’s return to Rui Hang’s clothing.
In the past, the Demons’ primitive culture meant their clothing— put politely— was “imbued with a primal aura,” or bluntly, two pieces of ragged cloth that gave a chilly impression.
Having received civilized education, Rui Hang naturally could never get used to such “clothing.”
Since the Demon Clan had no traditional clothing system, Rui Hang was comfortable transplanting Earth’s style directly into Parnaki— the Demon Lord’s outfit could still be described as plain.
Rui Hang disliked flashy costumes and styles, so he chose the simplest and most elegant black and white color scheme.
The outer garment was a black cloak resembling a trench coat; underneath was a white shirt and black vest, with delicate lace tracing a thin, somewhat sexy pattern at the chest that made the whole look mysterious.
However, such plain clothing would never be allowed by Demon Clan emissaries who had come to understand foreign civilizations.
If the cloak were spread open, one could see the intricate magical patterns traced with diamond-like gems hidden behind it— none of which were ordinary decorative stones.
The Demons, possessing long lifespans but unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation because they were not god-made, had a unique trait: upon death, their Souls would crystallize into gems.
The stronger the magic in life, the larger and more brilliant the resulting gem. The gems on Rui Hang’s cloak were exactly these precious Soul Gems.
At the collar, the brooch was replaced by a palm-sized giant Soul Gem— the Soul Gem left by the previous Lord of Demons.
Now that he was on Earth, perfectly replicating this outfit was obviously impossible.
But Zhang Jiajia, the top fashion designer in Parnaki, had, in just a few days, painstakingly embroidered each rhinestone one by one.
Although the fabric couldn’t match the mythic beast materials used in Parnaki, Earth’s technological craftsmanship made the difference barely noticeable.
The expensive fabric and fine embroidery shimmered as if the flowing streams of a starry sky had been soaked into the cloth.
Rui Hang: “……”
Having promised to reimburse her expenses, the girl had straightforwardly chosen the most expensive materials without any hesitation.
The cost of the cloak alone was already in the thousands, not including the fees for the additional tailoring.
Fortunately, Rui Hang’s family was well-off; becoming a teacher was more about interest than money.
Spending some money on clothes to make the students happy and to reminisce about life in Parnaki wasn’t a loss— the only concern was whether a few sharp-eyed gossips would spot the students’ lavish costumes and start criticizing him for extravagance behind his back.
…Forget it, it’s a rare group event; better not think about those annoying things.
Rui Hang sighed inwardly, shook the cloak in his hands, then put it on, along with the goat horn headband Zhang Jiajia had also prepared.
“Clack—”
The sound of something heavy hitting the ground caught Rui Hang’s attention. He turned his head and raised his eyebrow slightly.
“Si Jishi, what happened?”
Si Jishi, the Chinese class representative, struggled to stand while leaning against the door frame but suddenly locked eyes with Rui Hang.
Startled, he quickly shook his head, obedient like a quail: “Nothing, Rui Teacher! I just slipped!”
God, why do I have to watch a horror scene this early?
Having once been caught by Rui Teacher while running a harem and severely punished, Si Jishi, despite still maintaining his flirtatious playboy persona, no longer dared to play any risky games— at least not where Rui Hang could catch him.
That punishment had become the biggest psychological trauma of his carefree life.
Normally, Rui Teacher in human form wasn’t so strict. Though occasionally stern, he mostly wore a kind smile and didn’t come off as severe.
Thus, although the students knew Rui Hang’s true identity, they didn’t fear him as they had in Parnaki, where his powerful aura and magic pressure commanded overwhelming respect.
Here, they could get along with him easily.
Si Jishi instinctively reached for the backpack behind him, inside which was the skirt he planned to wear at today’s sports meet— as a cross-dressing enthusiast and blogger, the moment he returned to Earth, Si Jishi happily resumed his old habits.
Of course, he wouldn’t miss such a big event like the school’s sports meet.
Although he knew Rui Hang wouldn’t mind a skirt, psychologically he was still uneasy about Rui Hang—magic pressure or not.
After returning to Earth, the students’ ability to manage their expressions had sharply declined as their mental faculties waned.
Si Jishi’s internal struggle was written all over his face, and combined with his little gestures, Rui Hang knew exactly what his Chinese class rep was up to.
Rui Hang found it amusing.
Si Jishi didn’t have gender dysphoria; he simply loved pretty skirts. His features were naturally androgynous, and his soft voice, coupled with a bit of makeup, made it impossible to tell him apart from a girl.
On Earth, Si Jishi’s hobby was unknown. After transmigrating, without social restrictions, he had completely unleashed himself.
Playful and charming, Si Jishi’s charisma was unmatched in Parnaki’s social circles.
It was said many noble sons were madly in love with him cross-dressing, and even after learning he wasn’t a woman, they remained devoted, hoping he would “turn over a new leaf,” ready to squander their fortunes for just one glance from this beauty.
—This infatuation was also found among noble daughters and ladies of noble families.
Thus, every time Si Jishi arrived in a city, he was wanted by local noble families, afraid he might steal the hearts of their young heirs.
Luckily, as a Bard, Si Jishi traveled frequently among Parnaki’s countries, making his whereabouts unpredictable.
He also had capable classmates to help find him a place to stay, and his own considerable strength meant he thrived comfortably in Parnaki, living a carefree life.
Before they returned to Earth, the latest issue of the Gossip Magazine, founded by Zhao Yaya, featured a heartfelt confession to Si Jishi— a tradition since the magazine’s inception.
Besides gossip, declarations of love had become a standard for Parnaki’s youth in their pursuit of romance.
—Though more often than not, the magazine was used by classmates to spread rumors and write each other’s scandals.
In short, the fame of Class 9, Grade 11’s twenty-four students throughout Parnaki owed much to this magazine.
Returning to the matter of Si Jishi’s initial punishment.
Being adored by so many, Si Jishi naturally had his strengths. His keen empathy allowed him to easily share in others’ joys and sorrows, offering genuine comfort and helping to solve their problems.
But in Parnaki’s open-minded culture, this kindness was often read as a subtle expression of affection.
By the time Si Jishi realized this, countless people had already fallen under his “gentle” label.
Like a male lead in a Japanese anime tagged “yasashii,” combined with his early overexcitement and arrogance after transmigrating, Si Jishi became a proud peacock, spreading charm everywhere and pouring out his charisma to anyone he met.
The consequences were obvious: increasing conflicts among nobles, further chaos in the already turbulent small country.
Without Rui Hang’s sudden intervention to suppress things, Si Jishi’s immature methods would have been helpless.
Although this left him with a psychological shadow lasting five hundred years.
…But that’s not important. At least afterward, Si Jishi never dared to take lovers so freely or run a harem again, which was a blessing.
……
As the sun slowly climbed to its zenith, the once-silent campus began bustling again.
A mysterious man wrapped head to toe in a mask and sunglasses, looking like a thief, quietly slipped into the crowd.
Is this my brother’s school?
Lin Shen lowered his sunglasses slightly, checking his surroundings to ensure no one had noticed him, feeling a little reassured.
Holding tightly to the phone in his pocket, he recalled his manager’s instructions and headed toward the location of Class 9, Grade 11.
At the same time, the security guard at the gate gripped his walkie-talkie, the brim of his hat shading his watchful eyes.
“Lao Liu, Lao Liu, a strange man is heading toward Teaching Building No. 1. He looks like a kidnapper. Be on alert, over!”