Caesar looked up at the others, his voice steady. "Based on the clues we've found so far, it's enough to draw more attention from The Academy. I'll organize everything and report it to Professor Schneider."
Hearing this, Lu Mingfei finally let out a long breath of relief.
With the Principal's tacit approval and the support of Chen Motong, Caesar, and Finn, he could indeed receive a certain degree of help from The Academy. But that kind of "willfulness" had its limits—no matter that he was S-Class.
If The Academy truly determined that he had suffered a mental breakdown and become dangerous—not only would he lose logistical support, he might even face pursuit.
That was something he did not want to see, and something he had never dared to think too deeply about.
But now, everything was different.
Figuring out what exactly had happened would no longer be merely his own will; it would be the will of The Academy as a whole. His search for Erii, He Xiaomeng, and Chu Zihang would become an official mission.
He would no longer be fighting alone.
Chen Motong spoke. "Lu Mingfei, I just told the doctors here to help arrange for you to stay in the hospital for observation. You'll need to sign some paperwork later."
Lu Mingfei was still thinking about the "official mission," so he nodded reflexively.
"Oh, okay."
Two seconds later.
He suddenly raised his head.
"Huh?"
"What do you mean, 'huh'?" Chen Motong raised an eyebrow.
Lu Mingfei panicked.
"Wait, Senior Sister!" He took a step forward. "You said it yourself, Daoist Priest already verified what I said! There's a high possibility that something is wrong with this world now! I'm not mentally ill! Why do I have to stay in the hospital?"
Chen Motong looked at him without