Period Pain Nemesis

Eight o'clock sharp.

"Ding-ling~"

The class bell rang.

The first class of the morning was called "Divine Banyan History." It covered the history of humanity's home, the Myriad Radiance Divine Banyan, this colossal Divine Tree.

In a sense, it was also the history of humanity.

The instructor was a beautiful young married woman named Ye Qin. She was around thirty, at the age when a woman possessed the fullest mature charm.

Naturally, this was every boy's favorite class.

Ye Qin hurried into the classroom and first announced some news. "Everyone, a squad of Black Armor Army Warriors has arrived at the school gate."

The students erupted into an uproar.

Cheng Han's heart skipped a beat.

The authorities had finally taken action! Ye Qin raised both hands, signaling everyone to quiet down, then delivered another piece of news. "Also, the Black Armor Army has ordered that no one may leave the school without permission."

The classroom became even noisier.

The students had spent three years at Fifteen Middle School, yet this was the first time they had encountered anything like this. Naturally, every one of them was enormously shocked.

A tall boy stood up and loudly asked, "Ms. Ye, why has the Black Armor Army suddenly sealed off the school?"

This was Fang Han.

His observation time in Meditation Class had approached fifty seconds, and the entire class recognized him as an outstanding student with the greatest chance of forming a seal.

Fang Han made a clever guess of his own. "Could there be a monster hiding in the school?"

The moment he said this, many students showed alarmed expressions.

Ye Qin immediately dispelled the rumor. "There are absolutely no monsters in the school. The Black Armor Army came to Fifteen Middle School precisely to protect everyone's safety."

However, after Fang Han had set the tone, quite a few students still remained half-convinced and half-doubtful.

Qian Qingqing was no exception.

The young girl wore a worried expression. "What if the school gets attacked? What should we do?"

Cheng Han glanced at her and said calmly, "Don't worry. Nothing will happen to the school."

As the "mastermind" behind this incident, he naturally knew that the Black Armor Army's true target was the Blood Head Spider in the Textile Factory.

The teacher was right. The Black Armor Army had specifically stationed people at the school gate in order to protect the students.

Qian Qingqing asked, "How do you know?"

Cheng Han countered, "What is an Alien God's favorite sacrifice?"

Qian Qingqing hesitated for a moment before answering, "Of course, souls."

Cheng Han pressed on, "Students under eighteen have souls that are clearly weaker than adults'. If you were a Heretical God Believer, would you choose students?"

Qian Qingqing suddenly understood, her tone full of admiration. "Cheng Han, you're absolutely right!"

She added in a low voice, "That Fang Han was talking nonsense and made me worry for nothing."

At that moment, Wen Jie suddenly cut in. "Not necessarily. Heretical God Believers are all unreasonable lunatics. There's nothing they wouldn't do."

Cheng Han could not be bothered with him.

Everything the Eye of Omniscience had foreseen before was enough to prove one thing: Heretical God Believers merely acted madly; they were not brainless.

Qian Qingqing immediately snapped back, "Wen Jie, are you an idiot? You're in the school yourself, yet you're practically hoping it gets attacked?"

Wen Jie choked on his words.

Bang! Bang!

Ye Qin slammed the lectern several times and said loudly, "Students, please be quiet. Class is starting now."

The clamor quickly faded away.

Ye Qin cleared her throat and began recounting the history in a gentle, flowing manner. "Last class, everyone learned about the history of the Divine Banyan during the early medieval era, when the Three Heretical Gods were at the height of their power.

"It is worth noting that besides them, there were also some weaker Alien Gods in the early medieval era. Today, we will learn about these Alien Gods together..."

Cheng Han listened with great focus.

In another time and space, recorded human history spanned only a few thousand years. Yet in this world, humanity's history stretched across an astonishing thirty thousand years.

That was why he had such a strong interest in this subject.

The school provided one free lunch at noon, but the dishes were mostly vegetarian, with meat appearing only once every two days. Students from slightly better-off families usually brought their own food.

When the bell ending the fourth class rang, the students streamed out of the classroom.

Cheng Han was about to head to the Canteen when he suddenly noticed that something was off with Qian Qingqing's complexion. Her delicate brows were tightly furrowed.

He asked with concern, "Are you feeling unwell somewhere?"

Qian Qingqing bent over the desk, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz. "My stomach hurts."

Another boy would surely have believed that her stomach hurt, but when Cheng Han saw her covering her lower abdomen with her right hand, he immediately understood the reason—her period had come.

At her age, it was not particularly early.

Menstrual cramps were a common difficult ailment. A considerable number of women suffered from them.

Cheng Han hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you want me to help you..."

He had originally intended to bring the young girl some food, but halfway through his sentence, inspiration struck him. "I have a method that might help ease the pain."

Qian Qingqing turned to look at him. "What method?"

Cheng Han made a massaging gesture. "I'll rub your lower abdomen for you."

Qian Qingqing looked a little embarrassed. "Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"

After all, boys and girls were different. Even though they were desk mates, she still felt very awkward about it.

The young girl showed a doubtful expression again. "I've rubbed it myself before, but it didn't work at all."

Cheng Han explained with a smile, "This is a secret technique passed down through my family. It's very different from ordinary massage methods."

Qian Qingqing spat lightly. "You're an orphan. Where would you get a family-inherited skill?"

Cheng Han persuaded her, "Trying it won't cost you a piece of flesh. What if it works?"

He looked around the empty classroom. "Besides, everyone else has already left. No one will see us. What are you afraid of?"

Perhaps the pain had become too intense, because Qian Qingqing finally relented. "All right."

Cheng Han first rubbed his hands together vigorously to warm his palms, then placed his right hand on the young girl's abdomen and began pressing lightly.

At the same time, he activated the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame with his mind.

The Halo around the Fragmented Imprint instantly brightened, beginning to draw in Divine Power on its own.

Qian Qingqing's pretty face first reddened, then turned astonished. "You only rubbed your palms a few times. How did they become so warm?"

Cheng Han smiled. "My hands move pretty fast."

Qian Qingqing did not believe him. "But..."

Cheng Han interrupted her. "Does it feel better?"

Qian Qingqing felt it out for a moment and nodded. "The pain seems to have lessened a little."

She became even more amazed. "How did you do that?"

Cheng Han nodded in satisfaction. "I told you, it's a secret technique passed down through my family."

As expected of the Fragmented Imprint of True Flame—it can even treat menstrual cramps!

In his previous life, he had read a news story about a woman who suddenly suffered menstrual cramps. There happened to be a stone bench by the roadside, and unable to bear the pain, she sat down on it to rest.

It was summer at the time, and the stone bench had been baked scorching hot by the sun. After sitting there for a while, the woman found that her pain had greatly improved.

Cheng Han thought that since the Fragmented Imprint came from the sun and contained such miraculous power, it could not possibly be inferior to a sun-heated stone bench, could it? More than ten seconds later, Qian Qingqing cried out, "My stomach doesn't hurt at all anymore."

Cheng Han withdrew his right hand and nodded. "It seems the effect of this family secret technique is even better than I expected."

Qian Qingqing turned to look at her desk mate, filled with admiration. "Cheng Han, you're incredible!"

The young girl understood perfectly well that this so-called "family secret technique" was merely an excuse. He most likely possessed some unknown method.

Cheng Han smiled. "You often bring me breakfast. Helping you out a little is nothing, and besides, it was only a small effort for me."

Qian Qingqing said earnestly, "Thank you!"

Cheng Han waved a hand dismissively. "No need to be polite."