Chapter 3

A Hell-difficulty Demon King territory, an antique of age, and two notebooks and a pile of reference books that I don't know how long it will take to finish...

The above is all the harvest of Luo Yan in the principal's office.

Although the appointment letter hasn't officially come down yet, judging from Professor Headmaster Aiwen's tone, this matter seems to have no suspense.

In other words.

If there are no accidents, he will soon have an accident.

Thanking the respected principal, Luo Yan left the office with a pile of things, looking sad.

He thought his bad luck today had been used up, and there would be no more moths until the end of today, but he still had an accident when going downstairs.

Because his vision was blocked by books, he didn't see the road clearly and bumped into Miss Lilisi, who was coming out of the teacher's office.

A Diamond-tier Succubus can be knocked to the ground by a Bronze-tier Necromancer.

Hell shouldn't have a colder joke than this.

"Ouch ouch ouch..."

Miss Lilisi lay on the ground, the interlaced black silk barely blocking the hem of her hip-hugging skirt, and the weak appearance of being seriously injured completely couldn't tell that this guy actually had speed and strength not inferior to Professor Enuosi.

Silver short hair hung on her slender shoulders, and her rimless glasses happened to fall into her half-open neckline; every detail was like a textbook—wait, when was the button on the neckline undone?!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Luo Yan, in addition to being confused, apologized subconsciously, then picked up the books back into his arms in fear, fearing to provoke this plague god, and even more dared not make eye contact with her.

However, it was a coincidence that this guy was clearly aiming at him, directly springing up, snatching two books in her right hand, and pinning him to the wall with her left arm.

"Student Luo Yan, Hell doesn't have the word 'sorry'; do you think a 'sorry' can compensate for the teacher's loss? Or do you think this is what you call 'being a bit more manly'? Shouldn't you help dear Professor Lilisi back to the dormitory and then help her rub her injured jade feet?"

Jailer?

This seems to be an attractive proposal.

However, he had just turned eighteen and didn't want to be demoted from a protected animal to a skeleton soldier.

"Do you look like you need help now..." Staring intently at the wall dented by the elbow, Luo Yan said while tightening his expression.

"Uh..."

Realizing that she had used too much force, it was Professor Lilisi's turn to be unable to hold her expression.

Especially noticing the sharp gaze from above the tower, this professor with poor teacher ethics finally didn't have the nerve to bully her student, and returned the books she had snatched to him.

Tsk tsk tsk.

But I didn't expect this little guy to be quite lucky, actually obtaining the favor of that Demigod-tier old monster at the top of the tower.

Perhaps...

She could add some investment.

Over the years, the Demon King Academy has transported many talents to Hell's government and the Demon God's court, but the transported Demon Kings have basically become consumables that didn't live for a few years, so much so that students have cut their heads to squeeze into civil servant positions.

She doesn't lack connections in the Internal Affairs Force, but "Demon King" is not just her, it's the short board of the entire Demon King Academy!

There are some good things that the underground world doesn't have, and can only be obtained from human territory. And as everyone knows, only Demon Kings have their own territory near the surface... even if in everyone's eyes, that thing is a hot flame crystal.

Speaking of which, she has always wanted a long-eared maid as a pet.

Lilisi licked her lips, and her deep pupils suddenly wrote a few meanings.

"Okay, I won't tease you; sister is actually here to... give you something."

Sister...

This old monster really dares to say it.

Luo Yan complained silently in his heart, but saw that slender jade finger draw in the air.

The dark space cracked a pink gap, and then a bronze-colored ring fell out of it, just hitting the pile of books in his hand.

A deep red gemstone was embedded in the top of the ring, and that soul-capturing ghost light was just like a Succubus's pupil.

Looking at the thing thrown on the pile of books, Luo Yan was suddenly startled, and his breathing became rapid instantly.

"Gold-tier magic ring?!"

Because the MP slot was too short, as a Necromancer, he almost couldn't use a few spells.

It was precisely because of this that he had tried to take a side path, pondering using scrolls or magic props to replace chanting spells.

However, it was a pity that to make Gold-tier scrolls or magic tools, at least Platinum-tier strength was needed.

He was just a Bronze who was tough-mouthed, and making a pile of Black Iron-tier magic scrolls couldn't be said to be useless, but basically, it was just useless.

As for magic tools that could be used multiple times, or even replace wands as spell-casting media? The cost was ten or twenty times higher than magic scrolls!

And his pocket money, just living required careful calculation.

Watching Luo Yan's face turn red and his breathing rapid, Lilisi was both proud and annoyed, flicking her index finger on the tip of his nose.

"That's right, smart little cutie, its name is 'Soul Extraction.' When you go to the distant border, a Gold-tier magic prop is enough for you to hold the scene."

"If anyone dares to bully you, use the token sister gave you to 'slurp—' suck that guy dry."

Slurping in someone's ear, Lilisi decided not to tease this human young man anymore, and lazily returned to her office.

Just as Luo Yan judged, this guy was here to touch porcelain. With his strength, even if he ran down from the top floor, it was impossible to knock down a Diamond-tier Succubus, let alone injure her.

However, for the sake of that Gold-tier ring, he still respected Professor Lilisi for a while.

And, this lady actually knew so quickly about the letter of recommendation that Principal Headmaster Aiwen sent for him.

Her strength in all senses cannot be underestimated...

Thinking this way, Luo Yan walked to Professor Enuosi's door, deliberately staying for a while, but saw that the door didn't open for a long time, so he left in disappointment...

The dormitory of the Demon King Academy is not far from the West Tower, and it is a huge five-story Western-style house.

Of course, by human aesthetics, this aged mansion looks like a haunted house no matter how you look at it.

The statue at the dormitory entrance is a gargoyle, the maid who cleans is a low-tier demon, the landscape planted in the potted plant is a man-eating flower, and the vines crawling on the wall are man-eating vines... although they don't seem to have developed to the point of being able to eat people.

In addition, the oil paintings hanging on one side of the corridor are moving, just like the newspapers in the Demon Capital.

However, they are much more powerful than the newspapers in the Demon Capital, and their range of activity is not limited to the picture frame, occasionally appearing on the mirror in the washroom.

Just after washing his face, Luo Yan saw a woman in white who had been gouged out of her eyes standing behind him.

"Good evening, Lady Susan."

It is said that she was a human prophet who was gouged out of her eyes and hanged by a loyal lord because she predicted the death of a certain king.

Later, in a war between Hell and humans, she woke up again as a banshee and successfully killed the lord who hanged her and the king the lord was loyal to in the war.

In a sense, her prophecy did come true.

Later, in a battle, she was almost beaten to the point of soul-scattering by a priest of the Saint Xisi church with holy light.

Now, she, who only has a wisp of residual soul, is not even as good as an ordinary ghost, and cannot wander around, so she can only sit on the wheelchair built for her by the principal—that is, the oil paintings and mirrors of the Demon King Academy dormitory building.

At first, Luo Yan was not used to it, but after a long time, he got used to it, and even greeted these ghosts.

The middle-aged woman paused for a long time, sighed leisurely, and said.

"For me, the time when the sun rises and the moon sets is the morning..."

"But there is no sun in Hell, is there?" Luo Yan wiped the water off his face and said casually.

The woman in the mirror was silent for a long time, and scarlet blood gradually flowed out of the eye sockets where the eyeballs had been gouged out.

That appearance was quite scary, but compared to Professor Enuosi's fear gaze, it was still a bit worse; Luo Yan could give him 50 points at most.

However, this Lady Susan didn't mean to scare him, but really seemed to be missing something.

"Ah... I want to see it again."

She sighed softly with sadness, like a wisp of smoke, and floated away from the mirror in the men's washroom...

There is no day and night rotation in Hell, and the vast majority of demons don't have the habit of sleeping at night at all; some sleep for several days, and some don't sleep at all.

And undead, it is said, can not sleep at all.

However, thanks to the persistence of old stubborns from the surface like Principal Headmaster Aiwen Keluge, the first Demon God finally installed a huge purple crystal ceiling above the Demon Capital, using the heat energy of underground magma to drive the magic array in the ceiling, simulating the rotation of day and night by simulating the light of the purple moon.

This ceiling is said to have been stolen from the dwarf's castle, and until today, the dwarves are still holding a grudge about this.

At this moment, the moonlight outside the window has gone out, which means the night of the day for demons.

The day and night here are exactly the opposite of the surface.

Luo Yan sat by the window, thinking about it, and wrote a letter to his godfather and foster father, Mr. Jiefu Li, explaining today's situation, as well as his upcoming departure to an exceptionally dangerous Demon King territory that had even had its core destroyed, so much so that it didn't even have a name.

As for the Succubus part, he omitted it.

Although he was very grateful for Lady Lilisi's help, Jiefu Li Mante the priest hated Succubi.

Really want to know what he encountered when he was young.

"... Respected Mr. Jiefu Li, greetings to you again; the above is my encounter today."

"In addition, my living expenses are used up..."

Hell does not have the concept of working-study, nor does it have a place for college students to distribute flyers, deliver takeout, or pick up express delivery.

Although you can work for professors, this is often not a good idea for humans.

Law is law.

Staying in the same room with a Diamond-tier demon for a long time, God knows what accidents will happen.

Luo Yan didn't want to reach out for money, but there was really no way; he couldn't commit himself to Lady Lilisi.

As for Professor Enuosi?

He didn't even think about it.

After writing the letter, Luo Yan folded the envelope, rolled it up and stuffed it into a copper tube the size of a thumb, and then reached out and pressed the bell on the windowsill.

"Ding-ling—"

A dark bat as big as a Teddy dog soon landed on the windowsill, staring at him with black rat eyes, and kicked its right foot forward dashingly.

Luo Yan inserted the copper tube into the leather case on its right foot.

"Send it to the temple at No. 104, Menggui Street, West District, Demon Capital... for Priest Jiefu Li Mante."

The bat chirped, indicating understanding, and then darted towards the gray sky like an arrow off the string.

Luo Yan watched it disappear, then left the window and returned to the oak table by the bed.

Looking at that full pile of books, he couldn't help but sigh.

"I didn't expect this three-year university time to end so quickly..."

Bronze-tier Demon King.

I hope the hero who comes to crusade against him won't laugh...

In order to avoid the ending of giving up, Luo Yan cheered up again, picked up the Aisaike IV notebook left on the table and the "Hell Language" translation written by Professor Headmaster Aiwen for this notebook many years ago.

Although he didn't think that the secret that Professor Headmaster Aiwen had studied for decades without cracking could be penetrated by himself in just ten days or a month, understanding some history would always be helpful for his infiltration—or rather, integration into the local society.

With the mood of holding Buddha's feet temporarily, he opened both books at the same time, preparing to compare the translation and ponder carefully.

However, when he saw the first line of Aisaike IV's diary, his whole person was instantly stunned on the spot.

【December 12, 77th year of the Aosi calendar, my two older brothers were killed by assassins sent by each other, and my father was so angry that he vomited blood on the front line and died without treatment. Lying on the bed of the Duchess, I inexplicably became the King of the Kingdom of En, and my servants felt that the kingdom was finished, and coincidentally, I thought so too.】

【24 years have passed since I came to this world. I never thought such an outrageous thing would happen to me. Compared to running a huge kingdom, I prefer to do what a transmigrator should do, such as flirting with the Duchess who covets me, such as researching perfume and soap to cover up the stench...】

【Forget it, worrying is useless, but if I mess up one day, at least I have to let people know that the destruction of the Kingdom of En is not because it has a king with overflowing peach blossom luck, but because everyone here has problems, all kinds of problems... So I decided to start writing a diary.

【Ah... because it would be very troublesome if these natives understood, I'd better write in my mother tongue for now. In this way, when I decide to publish this diary one day in the future, it will be convenient for me to refine the details, hehehe.】

"... Chinese characters?"

Wait—

The so-called cipher is actually Chinese?!

Luo Yan, who came back to his senses, stood up abruptly, and the chair behind him smashed to the ground with a bang.

"Holy shit—!"

Fellow countryman?!

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