[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-strongest-existence-becomes-teacher":3,"chapter-strongest-existence-becomes-teacher-strongest-existence-becomes-teacher-chapter-131":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Strongest Existence Becomes Teacher",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1723543,2200,"Chapter 131: Dark Secrets","strongest-existence-becomes-teacher-chapter-131",131,"\u003Cp>Interrogation Room,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the second cell, the air was thick with the stench of fear and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin stood calmly before the restrained man, his pale skin almost glowing under the dim crystal light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s try this again,\" Corvin said, voice steady. \"Tell me who you serve.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s lips quivered. \"I... I can’t... please...!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin’s expression didn’t change. The air shimmered faintly as multiple spell circles began spinning in front of him — crimson, violet, and black intertwining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fourth Circle Magic — Agony Vein Bind.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s veins bulged, glowing faintly purple before his screams filled the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before Corvin could press further, black blood began oozing from the man’s eyes and nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zane’s eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same scene repeated again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s body convulsed. His eyes rolled white. And with a final twisted whisper —\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Glory to the Vessel...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>— his head exploded into a burst of thick black blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence that followed was deafening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin sighed deeply and turned away. \"Damn it...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third cell. The fourth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter what method Corvin used — flame torture, mind scour, sensory illusion, or even divine detection — the results remained the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each of the captured men screamed, bled, and ended the same way — their heads bursting after muttering that same cryptic phrase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Corvin and Zane finally stepped out of the fourth room, black stains coated the barrier walls behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside lay another headless corpse — this one wearing the signature black cloth of the group’s leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin’s expression was grim. \"This... this never happened before,\" he muttered, rubbing his temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucen’s black eyes narrowed. \"Explain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin exhaled heavily. \"They seem to be afflicted with some sort of curse. Something that triggers when they try to speak of their secrets.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zane folded his arms, his voice calm but sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe this curse activates the moment they attempt to share information they’re forbidden to reveal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin frowned, shaking his head. \"But that makes no sense... My magic actively blocks external curses during interrogation. I made sure of it when I t— ahem interrogate them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mira Elesyn, who had been silently observing, adjusted her gloves and stepped closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If your counter-curse magic couldn’t suppress it,\" she said quietly, \"then the curse must be something far beyond standard magic... something ancient or crafted by a high entity.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell silent again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucen’s black eyes glinted faintly under the magic light. \"Then whoever sent them... was prepared for failure.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zane’s lips curved into a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well,\" he said softly, \"that makes things a bit more interesting.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin’s brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on the ground as he tried to piece together what went wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zane stood beside him, silent—his expression calm, almost detached. But his violet eyes shifted subtly to the side, glinting with quiet amusement as they rested on Corvin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If only we had something that could nullify the curse,\" Zane said casually, his tone light—almost teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin didn’t notice the faint smirk playing on Zane’s lips. His mind was already spinning through possibilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Although I really don’t want to use it,\" he muttered under his breath, \"but now, it seems I’ll have to.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zane arched a brow, pretending to be curious. \"Oh? Use what, exactly?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin turned his hazy blue eyes toward him. \"A cursed artifact,\" he said slowly. \"To be precise—an S-rank cursed artifact.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zane’s expression shifted to one of mild confusion, though his eyes shimmered with hidden amusement. \"Cursed artifact?\" he echoed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucen, who had been standing silently, finally spoke, his deep voice steady and sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re not from here, right, Professor Zane? Maybe you’re not familiar with them. Let me explain.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back slightly, his black eyes darkening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are two kinds of artifacts. The first—man-made—created by magic engineers like Professor Mira Sorenhal. Functional, stable, and predictable.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mira gave a slight nod, crossing her arms as Lucen continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The second kind,\" Lucen said, \"are ancient artifacts. Those found in dungeons or ruins—crafted by civilizations that existed long before our era.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone lowered. \"Among them... are the cursed artifacts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin added, \"These artifacts possess both a positive and a negative property. Their power comes at a price—the stronger the effect, the harsher the curse tied to it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zane’s eyes gleamed faintly with interest. \"So... an S-rank cursed artifact, huh? That sounds rather entertaining.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin gave him a side glance, clearly not sharing that sentiment. \"Entertaining is not the word I’d use.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. \"Wait here. I’ll fetch it from the research lab. It’s sealed under multiple wards.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucen nodded. \"Be quick. We don’t know if that curse starts working on last one too .\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin nodded and turned toward the exit, his black coat fluttering slightly as he walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zane watched him go, a calm smile forming on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is getting more and more fun,\" he murmured softly, his eyes gleaming with quiet amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two minutes later, the door creaked open again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin stepped in, carrying a rectangular dark-blue box with faint sealing runes pulsing across its surface. His expression was grim, but his eyes burned with determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here it is...\" he said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucen and the other professors—Mira, Iralyn, and Varris—watched intently from behind the glass wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zane’s gaze, however, lingered on the box itself, studying every detail of the faint magical current swirling around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin approached the table where the **last man—their leader—**was bound. The man’s breathing was ragged, his wrists glowing faintly from the mana-suppressing cuffs crafted by Mira Sorenhal herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zane followed Corvin inside the room, the air heavy with restrained tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With careful precision, Corvin unsealed the box.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soft click echoed as the lid lifted, revealing what lay within—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slender, dull-silver band inlaid with fragmented onyx runes, each shard pulsing faintly like a dying heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin looked at it for a moment, then spoke with a hint of reluctance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This artifact... is called the Hexlock Charm.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even through the glass, Mira’s sharp eyes narrowed at the name. Iralyn folded her arms, murmuring, \"So you’re really going that far...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin ignored the comment. He picked up the cold, lifeless band and turned toward the masked man bound to the interrogation chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prisoner flinched, a hint of fear leaking through his composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s see how long you last,\" Corvin muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed the Hexlock Charm against the man’s forearm. Instantly, the dull runes flickered to life—black and violet lines crawling across the prisoner’s skin like veins awakening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hands on the table,\" Corvin ordered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man hesitated, but Corvin forced his wrists down with invisible pressure. The cuffs tightened, locking him in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then Corvin straightened, casting a brief glance at Zane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s begin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zane leaned casually against the interrogation table, eyes glinting with amusement as he watched Corvin prepare the artifact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So,\" he said, tone almost teasing, \"how does this cursed toy of yours work?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin didn’t mind the smirk—he’d expected it. \"This artifact, the Hexlock Charm, gives the wearer a curse of stillness,\" he explained. \"It paralyzes them, suppresses all active curses, and—most importantly—it absorbs any destructive enforcement curse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zane tilted his head slightly, intrigued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin continued, \"When someone with this on is bound by a curse that triggers death for revealing secrets, the Hexlock locks the activation energy inside its runes, preventing backlash. Essentially, it traps the curse before it detonates.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zane nodded, smiling faintly. \"Hmm... nice explanation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin turned his focus back to the masked man, his expression darkening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now,\" he said coldly, \"tell me—who are your people?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leader gave a low, mocking laugh. \"Hahaha... you think I’ll tell you? You can’t stop us anyway...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin’s eyes narrowed. \"Sounds like you didn’t listen to your teammates scream.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"6th Circle Magic — Mind-Pierce Spine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six large magic circles flared into existence behind the man, radiating a sharp purple glow. From them, spectral needles formed—long, thin, and hazy like phantom blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a flick of Corvin’s wrist, they launched forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The needles buried themselves into different points along the man’s spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Aaaaaaarrrrghhhhhh!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s body convulsed, restrained by the cuffs as the agony surged through every nerve. His voice cracked, eyes rolling back from the unrelenting pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin’s voice was cold, emotionless. \"Now every time you lie—or refuse to answer—these needles will remind you what pain truly means.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned closer. \"Now tell me. Who are you people?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s voice broke between screams. \"I—I can’t! I’ll die!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zane crossed his arms. \"You’ll die regardless,\" he said evenly. \"Might as well make it quick.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s body trembled, sweat dripping from his chin. Then came another cry of agony as the needles pulsed again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAAAAARGHHHHHH!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, between gasps, he screamed, \"Please! Stop! I’ll tell you—please!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin waved his hand, and the pressure eased slightly. The man sagged forward, breathing hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Speak.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We... we are from an organization... called The Vassel...\" he rasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin exchanged a glance with Zane. \"Hmm... go on. Why did you try to kill our students? What was your goal?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s eyes widened. \"I... I can’t... please, I’ll—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin snapped his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The needles twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AAAAARGHHHHHH!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prisoner’s screams echoed through the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll tell!\" he sobbed. \"Just stop the pain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin lowered his hand again. The pain faded, though the needles still pulsed faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s breathing was uneven, broken. \"We... we were given orders to eliminate the future generation...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin’s brows furrowed. \"Eliminate the future generation? Why? What do you mean by that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man trembled, unable to even move his head due to the stillness curse. \"I can’t tell... please... I can’t...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin’s expression hardened, his fingers twitching to summon another pulse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"IT’S—IT’S BECAUSE—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin’s eyes widened suddenly. He looked at the Hexlock Charm—dark cracks had begun to crawl across its surface, spreading like veins of black lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a S-rank artifact was failing to contain the curse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin quickly cut the magic. The pain stopped instantly, and the man slumped, gasping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zane watched, eyes narrowing in quiet interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Corvin exhaled and asked carefully, \"Then tell me about your organization—the Vassel.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man’s voice quivered. \"We... we are a multi-species organization... My team—we are from the tier known as the Forsaken...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing hitched again. \"That’s... all I can tell. Please... no more...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint glow of the Hexlock Charm dimmed- its runes flickering weakly as the interrogation room fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>",1736,"2026-06-06T15:36:01.016Z",1,"novelbin.me","3b52171e8b653e30986a751531ff28eef517454074c898b98a19e0a6f22b5fb6","strongest-existence-becomes-teacher-chapter-132","strongest-existence-becomes-teacher-chapter-130",275,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fstrongest-existence-becomes-teacher-cover.jpg"]