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Chapter 52: Lanchi: Hello
Chapter 52: Lanchi: Hello
The lights along the streets outside of Gera Square began to illuminate one by one, forming a flowing river of light. In the distance, the iconic skyline of Icerite could be seen, with its towering structures appearing even more magnificent against the night sky.
Standing on this very road, Talia clenched her fists, cursing under her breath.
"Damn it, why did it have to be activated by a human?"
Hidden within the shadows of this unknown Demon Shadow World lay invaluable knowledge that Talia was eager to uncover.
However, the Shadow World only offered a glimpse, displaying fragments on the public magic screens around the campus, without the ability to view the full context.
The more comprehensive and detailed information was exclusively retained by the challenger's Shadow World Record Program.
It seemed that today, she could only remain here and observe as much as possible.
Just as Talia was thinking this, her brows furrowed.
The challenger within this Shadow World was none other than her student from the Underworld!
"This guy..."
Although Talia couldn't understand why such an Underworld being would transform into a Luminous Fiend instead of an abyssal demon, she was nevertheless delighted.
Lanchi, like a mysterious shop, was about to offer her something new and intriguing once again.
Anything that Lanchi possessed could potentially be traded for, and Talia intended to take full advantage of that.
For example, all the information stored within Lanchi's Shadow World Record Program.
At this moment, Talia truly felt that Lanchi was her lucky star, always bringing her what she desired.
If it weren't for her constant suspicion that this boy harbored unwholesome thoughts, she might have treated him a little better usually.
But at that moment, Talia's eyes widened in shock as she saw the face of the Great Lover Poet on the screen, identical to her own. She immediately turned and hurried away, biting into her cheese cake viciously, hoping that none of the Icerite students nearby would notice the resemblance between her and this Underworld summon.
This guy was even more despicable than she thought.
...
The corridors of the Demon Academy exuded a similar sense of classical elegance. The dim lighting and the scent of aged wood seemed to carry an ancient magic, as if it held secrets from the depths of time. The distant end of the corridor was perpetually shrouded in darkness, exuding an air of enigmatic depth.
The dark marble floors were adorned with golden patterns, and a carpet emblazoned with a "Demon Blossom" design lay in the center. The walls featured bizarre portraits and mirrors at regular intervals, as if keeping a watchful eye on the passing students.
In these corridors, several demon students rushed by, their faces etched with terror or grave concern. Their hurried footsteps echoed through the empty corridor, piercing the initial quietness, like the opening notes of a chase and escape overture.
Under the subdued lighting, their panic-stricken faces appeared even more frightened, as if they had just escaped from an unspeakable nightmare.
Although their immediate destination was unclear, their frantic behavior suggested that they wanted to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the mad examination room!
However, among these fleeing figures, two demons with relatively calmer expressions managed to slip by unnoticed by the others.
As Lanchi and Hyberrian were currently uncertain about the rules of the Demon Academy, they dared not recklessly attack other demon students. They agreed that forcefully capturing and interrogating them posed too great a risk.
Walking through the corridor, the feeling of being watched by the paintings and mirrors was unnerving, and one could never be sure if they might trigger some hidden mechanism.
Therefore, the best strategy for now was to follow this group of relatively well-behaved students, observe, and wait for an opportune moment to try a non-violent approach, winning them over without the need for force.
"...”
Hyberrian turned to glance at Lanchi, then reached out and handed him several thick coins she had taken from the corpses. She trusted that Lanchi, with his abundance of clever ideas, would be the best person to manage their funds, and besides, these spoils of war were a result of his efforts.
Lanchi nodded and accepted the mysterious coins without a word.
Although Hyberrian felt a sense of security in Lanchi's presence, as if the area around him was the safest place in the academy, her current emotions were complex. She wanted to ask him something, but hesitated to voice her question.
Initially, she had only been concerned that their friendship would end once Lanchi learned of her demonic heritage.
But now, she was starting to fear that upon discovering her true identity as a demon, he might transform into a demon hunter and torture her like the students and examiners in the demon examination room.
"Lanchi, what's your opinion of demons?"
As Hyberrian ran, she finally lowered her voice and asked tentatively.
Lanchi was slightly taken aback by the question.
"They can live a long time. Several hundred years old, yet still looking like a young girl."
Lanchi couldn't help but chuckle in response, as he was all too eager to share his thoughts on the topic that Hyberrian had brought up. It was something he had wanted to talk about, but never had the opportunity since no one ever brought it up with him.
Turns out Hyberrian was also interested in demons!
"..."
Hyberrian felt a bit offended by Lanchi's words.
While she was indeed in her teens, as a half-demon, her lifespan was definitely longer than that of a human, and Lanchi's comment would be quite hurtful a hundred years from now.
Wait, why was he so concerned about that?
"What if you encountered a demon in the mortal world, would you still do what you did earlier?"
Hyberrian asked cautiously, still a bit unsure about Lanchi's stance.
Lanchi just looked at her, silent.
Sometimes, silence spoke louder than words.
"Do you think I'm an old fart who's lived too long?"
"..."
"Let's not talk about whether provoking a demon is dangerous or not. Demons might have some good folks too, Hyberrian, you shouldn't discriminate against them."
Lanchi advised earnestly.
"..."
Hyberrian was taken aback by his words, then lowered her head and bit her lip before softly speaking.
For some reason, a heavy weight that had been pressing on her heart seemed to dissipate as if by magic, all because of Lanchi's sincere words.
She had never imagined that one day, someone would tell her not to discriminate against demons.
Even though Lanchi's words had a hint of self-righteousness.
But Hyberrian truly believed that Lanchi wasn't being a hypocritical do-gooder.
Rather, he was genuinely virtuous.
Because he could indeed treat everyone fairly—not just demons, but he also tortured humans with equal fervor.
...
A few dozen seconds passed, and in the corridor, some of the fleeing demon students were still searching for something as they ran, while others dared to enter classrooms again despite the risks.
It seemed that the corridors were just as dangerous as the classrooms, or else the students wouldn't be so eager to attend class.
"We should probably find an opportunity to make our move soon."
If possible, Lanchi didn't want to waste more time randomly entering classrooms and triggering traps. The top priority now was to gather some intelligence about the Demon Academy first.
Only by understanding the rules could they act with confidence and even try to speedrun the exam, so they could find the ancient demon magic to change his hairstyle that he had been longing for.
Hyberrian naturally understood Lanchi's intention.
Now, there was only one student left ahead of them, and it seemed like a good opportunity to have a proper chat.
She quickened her pace, silently rushing forward and grabbing the lucky student by the shoulder.
"You dare...!"
The green-scaled demon student turned sharply, his hand raised to push Hyberrian away after she grabbed his shoulder.
However.
As his eyes focused on the figure standing behind Hyberrian, his pupils dilated in fear.
Sheer, soul-crushing terror washed over the green-scaled demon as he recognized the proctor, Lanchi.
His hand froze in mid-air, as if he didn't know what to do with it.
"Yaa..."
Lanchi was also slightly surprised to see the green-scaled demon, his lips parting slightly.
It turned out that the student they had caught was none other than the very same demon he had chosen with Basic Etiquette earlier, the one who had been terrified by the dragon demon and the owl for several dozen seconds, and yet somehow managed to escape right under their noses!
What a stroke of fate! Lanchi couldn't help but smile at the coincidence.
Even before Lanchi said anything.
The green-scaled demon student was already trembling in fear.
"Hello," Lanchi said.
Just a simple greeting.
But to the demon, it sounded like a summons from the depths of hell, as if his ancestors were calling him to join them.
"What should I call you, fellow student?"
Lanchi asked, his hands clasped behind his back, still exuding the aura of a proctor.
"Ba... Bach... Bach-El..."
The green-scaled, serpent-eyed demon student stammered, his survival instincts kicking in. His skin turned pale with fear, and his legs felt weak, as if he might kneel at any moment.
(End of Chapter)
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