“Hiss—Where is this place?”

Amidst the lingering pain in his body, Moen slowly regained consciousness from his stupor, finding himself lying in an unfamiliar room.

Before he had a chance to examine his surroundings, a face resembling a blooming chrysanthemum suddenly appeared in his vision.

“Whoa, who are you?” Moen was almost scared into cardiac arrest by the face, but quickly gathered himself. “Wait... You’re... Professor Gran?”

“Ah, Moen! You’re finally awake.”

Professor Gran stared at Moen, his smile radiant... and unsettling:

“Congratulations, the surgery was successful. You’re now a beautiful young lady.”

“What?”

Moen froze.

His face instantly paled in shock. Could it be that *The Crowned* was so powerful that a single gesture had changed his gender?

No! That sort of thing—no way!

Moen quickly threw off the sheet covering him... and glanced downward.

Phew.

Thank goodness... still intact.

Wait, still intact?

Moen immediately raised his head, glaring at Professor Gran in anger:

“Professor Gran, could you please stop joking like this?”

“Huh?”

Professor Gran stroked his chin thoughtfully and remarked:

“Isn’t this the kind of joke young people are into nowadays?”

“No way! That kind of joke is terrifying, seriously!”

“Seems I’ve fallen out of touch with the times.” Professor Gran sighed lightly, then narrowed his eyes in a meaningful way: “But terrifying? Even if this joke isn’t great, it hardly counts as terrifying, right? Moen, you're not overly sensitive, are you? Don’t tell me… you’ve experienced something like this before…”

“Nonsense.”

Moen subtly diverted his gaze: “No, absolutely not. That kind of absurd thing—it’s impossible to even imagine.”

“True, maybe I’m just overthinking.”

Gran’s expression turned slightly more serious, and he asked, “Anyway, how are you feeling? Is your body alright?”

“Uh... I’m feeling much better.”

Moen focused on his body for a moment and realized that apart from some physical discomfort, most of his internal and external injuries had significantly healed.

But for his injuries to heal this quickly...

“Wait, does this mean…”

“That’s right, I healed your wounds.”

“And earlier, when I was saved…”

“You’ve forgotten? That was me too.”

Gran snapped his fingers and said, “At that time, things really were touch-and-go. If I hadn’t risked my life to save you, Moen, there’s a good chance you’d already be squashed into a greasy pile of flesh.”

“Is that so…”

Moen exhaled quietly. The feeling of narrowly escaping death left him complicated. He turned to Gran with gratitude:

“Thank you, Professor Gran.”

“No need for thanks—rescuing students is part of a teacher’s duty, isn’t it?”

Gran patted Moen on the back, urging him to sit upright: “For me, it was nothing but a minor task.”

“While it may have been minor for you, Professor, the fact remains that you saved me. I’ll be sure to repay this debt of gratitude.”

“Is that so?”

Gran suddenly revealed an ominous grin: “Then it’s perfect, Moen. I happen to have a way for you to repay me immediately.”

Huh?

What a coincidence.

Moen froze, his trauma-refined danger instincts buzzing frantically.

This was...

The smell of being roped into something!

“Actually, what I meant was repaying me with money.”

Moen propped his chin on his crossed hands and said earnestly:

“A million or two million? Name your price, Professor, the Campbell duchy will meet your demands. Of course, if you dislike money, gold and treasure are also options.”

“As expected from the son of a duke—so generous. But sorry, I’m not strapped for cash right now.”

“Then contact me when you are strapped for cash, Professor. I’ll be off for now.”

“Wait.”

Gran grabbed Moen by the shoulder and leaned in close, his expression full of heartfelt grievance:

“Moen, your teacher risked his life to save you, and you’re just going to leave like this?”

“But—”

Moen’s mouth twitched. “You literally just said that saving me was nothing more than a minor task to you.”

“I was being polite, Moen. Don’t take it seriously.”

Gran released his grip and flashed another one of his meaningful grins:

“Of course, if you insist on leaving, I won’t stop you. But tomorrow’s academy headlines might read something like: ‘The famous Moen Campbell once again proves his ingratitude, abandoning his life-risking teacher at sunset, leaving him to wallow in grief, cry himself to sleep every night, and ultimately—’”

“Stop, stop, stop!”

Moen interrupted Gran in horror:

“Where did you even concoct this ultimate melodrama of a twisted student-teacher romance? And what sunset?! This place doesn’t even have a visible moon!”

“Well, then…”

Gran’s innocent smile grew disturbingly saccharine, so much so that Moen felt himself breaking into chills:

“You don’t actually want your reputation to be damaged again, do you?”

“…”

The room fell into temporary silence.

Gran stood relaxed, clearly enjoying Moen’s visible struggle.

“You’re so despicable, Professor Gran.”

Moen gritted his teeth and asked, “Out with it. What’s the task?”

“Oh, it’s nothing serious, so relax. You're making me sound like some weird, horned devil.”

Gran slung an arm around Moen in a casual, conspiratorial manner and pondered briefly:

“Well, you see, I have a niece.”

“A niece?”

“Yes, that’s right. She tends to oversleep just a little.”

“Oversleep? But what’s that got to do with me?”

“Everything! Being the perennially sleepy girl she is, doesn’t she need a sunny, charming golden-haired brotherly figure to wake her up?”

“So…”

Moen froze again:

“You’ve said all this... just to get me to wake your niece up?”

“Yep, that's right.”

Gran nodded. “Pretty much. Though my niece does have a bit of a temper when waking up—no need to worry about it.”

“Your reassurances make me more worried!”

Going to such lengths to pull me into this... There’s no way it’s just a niece, is it?

Wouldn’t that mean...

Moen stroked his chin, speculating seriously:

“Your niece’s true form must be a temperamental, rage-filled, boyfriend-ripping gorilla.”

“…”

Gran’s facial muscles visibly twitched:

“Moen’s imagination is really... something. But no, that one is certainly not any kind of gorilla.”

“You said ‘that one’—you just called her ‘that one’! Who uses ‘that one’ to describe their niece?!”

“Ahem, anyway, time’s running short. Let’s talk as we move.”

“Wait, I don’t even have proper clothes on; let me at least find something to wear.”

“No need—I’ve got that covered.”

Gran grinned knowingly and snapped his fingers, conjuring a perfectly fitted formal outfit onto Moen as though performing a magic trick.

Seeing Gran’s smug, masterfully pre-arranged smile, Moen could only shake his head in defeat. A sense of resignation washed over him—when would tools like him ever get a real say?

Yet, he had no choice but to follow Gran, now headed into the unknown.

…

Several minutes later, somewhere deep underground within the academy.

Facing the colossal, oppressively dominant metal gate before him, Moen completely froze.

“Professor Gran… Your niece… lives in a vault?”

“A vault?”

Gran scoffed dismissively: “This door is made of dozens of rare metals, hundreds of magical formations, and countless craftsmen’s efforts. It could hold off an invasion from the Dark God for a significant period of time. Even the most fortified vault in Belland wouldn’t compare to a single strand of its frame.”

“Hold off the Dark God’s invasion…”

Moen’s eye twitched spasmodically.

In his memory, only the **Sanctuary of Life** maintained by the Life Church could achieve such defense.

For such absurdly secure construction…

“Don’t tell me—your niece isn’t actually your niece but somehow the academy’s secret weapon?” Moen asked.

Gran paused briefly and immediately replied with a “naive and innocent” smile:

“What secret weapon? Kid, you’ve read far too many fantasy novels. Do you think a place devoted to peaceful student learning would keep… violent devices?”

“Absolutely! You just darted your eyes to the side!”

“Young man don't you always be paranoid, it'll lead to… unusual suspicions about your lover.”

Gran proceeded forward, embedding a translucent gem into the door’s rounded slot.

Within the slot, seventeen gems were already set into its intricate compass-like mechanism.

“So, they’ve all gathered this quickly.” Examining the gems, Gran raised his brows.

Twisting his wrist, the inserted gem began emitting a warm, radiant light.

The sound of gears thundered.

Massive mechanical mechanisms unfolded. Accompanied by the sensation of rolling boulders, the monumental gate gradually parted, revealing depths shrouded in ominous darkness.

Gran stood at the entrance, arms crossed, gazing expectantly at Moen:

“Well? Are you going in? Give me a clear answer, kid. While I’d love for you to go, I’m still a teacher—I wouldn’t force a student into doing something against his will.”

“I… will.”

After a brief hesitation, Moen exhaled deeply, as if expelling every ounce of air from his lungs.

“Oh?”

Gran smiled, amused: “I thought you'd still refuse.”

“I wanted to refuse… but I suddenly recalled something.” Moen replied.

At that moment…

In the chaos of textual descriptions and the reality of unfolding events, coupled with the urgency of the scenario, Moen hadn’t initially connected the dots.

But now that he was calm, numerous previously ignored details resurfaced in his mind.

That figure—**The Crowned**…

Moen raised his eyes seriously toward Gran and asked:

“Professor Gran, the **The Crowned** who attacked me earlier—was that the Pure Saintess from the Life Church?”

“Oh? You actually recognize her?”

Gran raised a surprised eyebrow. “That saintess vanished twenty years ago—I'd assumed no youngsters would be familiar with her. What is it, are you like Pink Bear from the academy, with a weird obsession for fake goddess pinups?”

“No, obviously I wouldn’t recognize her…”

It’s just that I know the plot of the original book.

In the original book, the Pure Saintess, manipulated by the God of Love, invaded the academy as well. However, at that time, it seemed that the God had already accumulated enough power, so there was no appearance of the male priests of the same faith who only served as sacrificial offerings.

In the original story, there was only the Pure Saintess herself, but this kind of unexpected invasion by a Crowned-level powerhouse was even more terrifying, as no one could anticipate her actions.

And the God of Love’s purpose for invading the academy was—

To hunt Ariel.

That’s right, in the original story, Ariel, as the protagonist, naturally provoked the God of Love, who was one of the most active dark gods in the early stages. Ariel destroyed most of the cultists under the God of Love in Belland.

Infuriated, the God of Love directly manipulated the Pure Saintess to invade the academy and hunt Ariel.

But of course, as the protagonist, Ariel couldn’t just meet her end so easily. With multiple cheats, her own strength, and her “immortal cockroach” attributes, she managed to hold out until Professor Pulan arrived with the protection of a grand miracle.

Following the incident, Ariel even turned misfortune into fortune, successfully advancing to a higher level of power.

It could be described as a very typical event where the protagonist gains strength, but the only problem was…

It happened too early.

This event was supposed to occur at the end of this academic year. Based on the timeline, Ariel at this point shouldn’t have had much interaction with the God of Love, let alone drawn such hatred.

Moreover, the next invasion event should have been the blood demon incident a month later, leaving no reason for the God of Love to make an appearance so early.

So, the reason for all of this…

“Could it only be because of me, the variable?”

Moen couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

No matter how he thought about it, it was likely his previous provocation of the God of Love that led to their premature invasion.

The only thing was…

Moen still couldn’t figure out—

At that time, the God of Love seemed not purely intent on killing him.

Her attack on him appeared incidental; she clearly had other motives.

Otherwise, in such close proximity, with a Crowned-level entity going all out, unless a deity descended in person, no one could save him.

“So, just because my little butterfly flapped its wings, it created such a massive storm?”

Suddenly, Pink Bear showing up as the interim dean.

The God of Love invading a whole year early.

It seemed as if Moen, a blonde villain who was supposed to exit the stage a month ago but remained active in the story, had thrown all the plots into chaos.

Although Moen wanted to shout, “I just want to live happily, is that so wrong?”

“But ultimately, this does have something to do with me, doesn’t it?”

Ending his thoughts, Moen looked at Professor Grant and seriously asked:

“If I go in and awaken the academy’s secret weapon, will it be enough to resolve this incident?”

“Naturally…”

By now, Grant was too tired to play dumb anymore:

“But I advise you not to use the term ‘secret weapon.’ That one wouldn’t like it.”

So your niece's phrasing is fine?

Moen couldn’t help but inwardly critique.

But since he got the answer, there was no reason to hesitate anymore.

Moen began walking toward the darkness behind the open doors.

“Wait.”

Just as he was about to step inside, Moen suddenly remembered something, stopped, and turned around to ask curiously:

“By the way, can’t Professor Pulan resolve this incident?”

After all, in the original book, it was Professor Pulan who solved the invasion with the protection of the grand miracle.

Moen recalled that the Saintess was actually Professor Pulan’s student, and their encounter was quite tragic.

However, in any case, the God of Love’s invasion didn’t seem severe enough to warrant using this secret weapon that even Moen didn’t know about. Surely, it wasn’t something meant to appear in the early or mid-stages of the story.

“Huh? You don’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Oh right, you were unconscious at the time, so you didn’t see.”

“So…”

“Well, if it were just the Pure Saintess controlled by the God of Love, that old Pulan would definitely be enough. But the problem is…”

Professor Grant sighed:

“There’s also another dark god — the one wielding the authority of the night.”

“The moon, huh. So they're here too.”

Moen nodded and continued walking forward.

But after taking just one step, he froze.

“Wait, hold on, *that* moon?”

Among dark gods referred to with the moon, it could only be the Moon of Silence.

As a dark god, it wasn’t surprising for her to appear and cause minor disturbances.

The problem was…

In all the plotlines Moen knew, the Moon of Silence had never invaded the academy!

They typically appeared in the latter half of the story as a dark god. By then, the academy storyline had already ended!

Why?

Was it because of me again?

But Moen didn’t recall having any connections with the Moon of Silence.

A butterfly flapping its wings could create a storm, but no matter how much it flapped — even if its wings were worn away — there was no way it could cause a volcano to erupt if it was totally unrelated.

“Professor Gran, regarding this matter, you must explain in more detail—”

Moen spun around abruptly, eager to inquire about what had just happened.

But as soon as he turned, his expression froze, because he saw a shoe sole rapidly approaching his face.

“If you’re going inside, just get in already!”

Professor Gran kicked Moen squarely on the backside and growled impatiently:

“If you keep dilly-dallying, that old fool Pulan will end up dead!”

…

…

“Ouch!”

Behind the large doors, the darkness didn’t conceal flat ground but rather an uneven platform at a considerable height.

As a result, after Gran’s forceful kick, Moen naturally fell forward — face first.

The simultaneous pain in two places left Moen momentarily unsure whether to rub his backside or his face first.

Fortunately, the ground was softer than expected, sparing him any worry about his handsome and charming face becoming disfigured.

“Damn Gran, couldn’t he give me a moment to prepare?”

Moen muttered inwardly, but he understood that time was indeed of the essence now.

Who knew how much longer Professor Pulan could hold out against the attacks of two dark gods?

“Answers to those questions will have to be pursued later. For now, I have to focus on what’s in front of me.”

“This place is…”

Moen raised his head, preparing to examine his surroundings.

Then, he was instantly stunned by the breathtaking sight laid out before him.

Flowers.

Countless flowers.

An endless sea of brilliantly colored flowers stretched out to the horizon, dazzling and overwhelming.

Even the darkness from above, where Moen had fallen, had disappeared, replaced by a sunny, clear blue sky.

A light breeze carried the scent of flowers and warm air, making every pore of Moen’s body open wide, the comfort almost indescribable.

It felt as though he had stepped into a world of pure bliss and beauty.

“So this is… where the academy’s secret weapon resides? It’s so beautiful.”

Moen stared blankly for a moment before instinctively moving forward.

He wasn’t worried about losing his way in the endless Sea of Flowers, as every single flower seemed to gently bow toward a specific direction.

As if paying homage to a supreme being — or drawn by something irresistible.

Before long, Moen reached the center of the Sea of Flowers.

There, he saw a girl surrounded by countless adorable stuffed animals and radiant floral bouquets.

The girl seemed to be asleep, but as Moen looked at her, his pupils trembled once, twice, then again and again.

Because the girl…

Was a **lolicon**.

And not just a **lolicon**.

She wore a pink, cute nightgown that accentuated her pale, rosy skin. Her face, supported by the flowers like a precious doll, was porcelain-like in its delicacy, with a touch of baby fat that made her impossibly lively and adorable.

But even more striking than her features was her snow-white hair — shining and pure even amidst the colorful sea of flowers.

In short, she was a *white-haired lolicon*!

Moen suddenly felt his heart pounding wildly.

A **white-haired lolicon**!

This wasn’t just appealing to his preferences; it was practically *dancing on his preferences*!

Was there any man who could resist a slumbering white-haired lolicon?

“I want to pinch her cheek so badly…”

Staring at her plump, pink cheeks, Moen couldn’t help but feel this urge.

Yet reason — thankfully not entirely drowned by the lolicon’s charm — stopped him.

He remembered his purpose for being here.

“So… the so-called secret weapon of the academy… is this white-haired lolicon?”

Moen was stunned.

He had envisioned some secluded master or a monstrous dragon lurking here.

But he hadn’t expected a white-haired lolicon.

“Wait, a white-haired lolicon and some ancient reclusive being aren’t mutually exclusive.”

Moen rubbed his chin in thought.

Like those cultivation novels, the younger someone appeared, the more profound their wisdom and power might be!

“But…”

His gaze drifted again to the surrounding plush toys and playful décor.

“No reclusive master could possibly collect pink dolls.”

After all, an immature appearance would only be external; their mind had to be far more mature.

“So…”

Moen lightly tapped his palm and instantly conjured up a tragic backstory — at least ten thousand words — imagining the plight of an innocent, pitiful white-haired lolicon cruelly transformed into the academy’s secret weapon and then imprisoned alone amidst the Sea of Flowers.

“No wonder Professor Gran advised against calling her a secret weapon. Anyone recalling their painful experiences wouldn’t take kindly to it.”

With such thoughts, Moen couldn’t help clenching his fist angrily, muttering, “Why didn’t I realize before how heartless the academy was? Wait until I leave here and report them for **abusing minors**!”

“Still…”

He suddenly perked up again:

“If she’s a helpless, tragic maiden, then pinching her cheek should be fine, right?”

“That wouldn’t make me a creep; it’s her fault for being too cute!”

“Yeah, I am *not* a creepy uncle!”

Resolving himself, Moen reached out and gently pinched her baby-fat-filled cheek.

Ah, so soft.

In that instant, Moen felt his heart melting with pure joy.

"I wish this moment could freeze into eternity like this."

But, it could only be a fleeting thought.

Because the wind came.

The entire Sea of Flowers swayed instantly, like waves in the ocean, overlapping in layers.

And the girl, amidst the noisy sound of the surging petals, her eyelashes fluttered slightly. Then, she opened her eyes.

Her crimson pupils first revealed a trace of drowsy confusion, but as if sensing something, her gaze shifted slightly to the large hand resting on her cheek.

A hint of puzzlement flickered across her face.

"Ah, awake now?"

Moen, whose attention had been momentarily distracted by the wind and the Sea of Flowers, noticed the girl’s awakening and quickly withdrew his hand in a panic.

What should I do? I might have gripped her face for too long.

Would she think I’m some creepy weirdo now?

No, I need to find a way to make up for this.

As he fretted, Moen suddenly touched something in his pocket—a piece of candy.

Huh? Why is there candy in my pocket?

Could it be...

"Professor Gran..."

Moen couldn’t help but feel a bit moved. "At critical moments, you’re still reliable!"

So, Moen took out the candy, placed it in front of the girl, and showed a smile reminiscent of a kidnapper, softly saying:

"Come now, little sister, don’t be mad. Big brother will give you candy."

"..."

As soon as Moen finished his words, it was as if someone hit the pause button; everything in the world fell into stillness.

Even the wind stopped blowing.

The flowers lowered their heads as though they couldn’t bear to witness what was about to happen.

The girl sat up.

Her ruby eyes glanced at the candy in Moen's hand and then at Moen himself.

Although her expression remained blank, the corners of her lips curled slightly, as if smiling:

"Interesting."

As her voice, melodious like a skylark, echoed out, Moen’s grin froze instantly, his face turning pale.

That uncertain yet ancient tone...

Wait a second...

"I merely napped for a few decades, and students at the academy have already grown this bold?" the girl said, her tone flat and devoid of emotion.

But Moen’s brain suddenly buzzed.

Napped for decades?

I’m finished.

She’s a big shot!

Goddamn Gran, you’ve set me up!

Looking at himself handing candy to this high-tier entity, Moen seriously began contemplating how many guest tables he should arrange for his own funeral ceremony.

"Hm?"

The girl’s sharp, precise gaze swept over Moen, as though she could see through every fiber of his being in an instant.

Then, she let out an inquisitive "Hm."

"You seem...different."

"Ha-ha, no idea what the esteemed senior is referring to. I’m just an ordinary person," Moen said, scratching his head and fake-laughing awkwardly.

But before he could say anything further, he suddenly felt a chill sweep across his body.

"Huh?"

Looking down, Moen discovered that—within a single moment—he was stark naked.

Wait, what? This white-haired lolicon big shot just stripped me down?!

Could she be one of those fabled obsessive maniacs?

What to do here? Get stripped by a big league obsessive maniac? And not just anyone—a white-haired lolicon. Should I play dead or put up a symbolic resistance?

While Moen indulged in his habitual train of bizarre thoughts, the white-haired, red-eyed girl moved closer. She brushed her finger across his skin, her clear eyes seemingly holding a glimmering galaxy.

"The Mark of the King of Wither," she murmured quietly.

A single phrase.

In an instant.

Moen felt his blood freeze; his entire body turned ice-cold.

He lowered his gaze to look at the girl, whose expression remained unchanging, and his body involuntarily trembled. His eyes were flooded with pure terror, as though he were an undercover operative whose identity had suddenly been exposed by the leader of the organization.

But without much hesitation, that terror transformed into furious resolve.

Moen's right hand moved to draw the gleaming dagger hidden in his storage space behind him. With a precise angle, he thrust it toward the girl’s vital point.

Simultaneously, crimson flames surged across his skin, flowing like molten mercury toward the girl.

"You’re truly courageous," the girl said, her voice a mix of mockery and praise.

She extended a single finger and flicked it gently upward.

In the next moment, Moen froze in place, his flames extinguished instantly.

Because...his perspective suddenly shifted—higher and higher.

It felt as though he was a rocket ascending into the sky.

The Sea of Flowers and the girl became tiny in his view, shrinking into insignificance.

Then he reached the pinnacle—and began to descend.

The Sea of Flowers and the girl grew larger in his vision once more, but accompanying them was a headless body.

Um?

A headless body?

Before his mind could process the incomprehensible information, the girl moved her finger again.

And then—

Hands. Arms. Torso. Thighs. Feet.

Organs. Tendons. Bones.

Moen’s entire body was disassembled piece by piece, akin to a toy block dismantled by the girl.

Oddly enough, during this dismantling, there wasn’t a drop of blood nor a shred of pain.

It was as if he'd truly become a lifeless toy.

"Strange?"

The girl meticulously inspected each part, then stretched her hand to catch Moen’s head.

She looked into his terrified eyes and asked quizzically:

"You’re not missing any physical parts; your soul is intact. Even from your destiny’s trajectory, you seem to lead a harmonious life with a loving family and supportive friends. So how did the power of the King of Wither end up on you?"

She paused as a peculiar expression crossed her face:

"If you’re lacking anything, it’d only be your...virginity. Could it be that you traded your chastity for this power from the dark god?"

"..."

Moen’s mouth twitched. Damn it, senior, you’ve got quite a sense of humor.

"No, something feels off about your power; it doesn’t seem like a simple gift."

Suddenly intrigued by her discovery, the girl’s slender brows furrowed lightly.

"Source-filled crimson flames. Partial manifestation of rules. This is...divine favor."

"What?"

Moen froze upon hearing the term.

Divine favor? Me?

Favored by which god?

The King of Wither?

But wasn’t the fire on me merely the outcome of a deal made with the Black Book?

And wasn’t its lingering presence on me just the King of Wither’s temptation for my downfall?

"Seems you don’t fully know about the power within you."

Smiling faintly as if discovering something amusing, the girl gazed deeply into his eyes, as though examining the depths of his existence.

"However, it’s surprising for a dark god to favor a mortal. This is the first time I’ve ever encountered such a situation. Young man, you must have secrets buried deep within you."

"How could that be? Didn’t I say? I’m just an ordinary person."

Moen forced a smile.

As for secrets...

The Black Book.

Except this time, no matter how much Moen called out to it from his soul, the Black Book remained utterly unresponsive.

As if...it had vanished into nothingness.

"Well, I’m not particularly fond of prying into others’ secrets."

The girl looked up, her gaze fixed toward the heavens.

"And besides..."

She added faintly, "There seems to be not much time ahead."

She took the candy from Moen's hand, tore open the wrapper, and stuffed it into her mouth, and couldn't help but reveal a trace of a satisfied smile:

“So sweet.”

Then.

She crossed over Moen and walked towards the outskirts of the sea of flowers.

“Hey?”

This time Moen was confused instead.

“You ...... just let me go? You're not going to kill me?”

“Kill you?”

The young girl turned back, “Why would I kill you?”

“Because ...... I'm connected to the Dark God and have the power of the Dark God?”

Within Moen's memory, the strongest people in this world were almost all incomparably disgusted and hateful towards the Dark God, and as long as they found the slightest hint of it, they would directly snuff it out at any cost.

That's why Moen was so decisive just now, he thought that the young girl would directly strike to wipe him out.

“I see.”

The young girl nodded, then asked in return:

“Have you ever killed someone with the power of dark god?”

Moen froze for a moment, then shook his head.

“Do you think you're bad?”

Moen shook his head.

“When you sleep at night, do you hear strange voices whispering in your ear, telling you to destroy the world?”

Moen still shook his head.

“Then it's not right.”

The young girl's red eyes flickered slightly, her brows stretched, and for the first time, she revealed such an obvious smile, “You're a good person, and you haven't done anything bad, so why would I want to kill you?”

“But the power of the Dark God......”

“Only a coward would fear pure power.”

The young girl turned around, leaving behind a seemingly light sigh:

“Unfortunately, there are too many cowards in this world.”

“Only cowards ...... would fear pure power ......”

couldn't help but repeat the words of the young girl, Moen suddenly felt that the young girl's petite back was followed by a taller one.

Is this the depth of thought of a master?

It's really awesone.

Huh, wait.

Watching the young girl's departing back, Moen suddenly remembered that he was still in the ‘parts’ state, so he shouted in horror:

“In that case, master, can you turn me back to my original state before you leave?”

“You're funny, I'll remember you.”

The young girl turned back again, then, with a slightly cold tone:

“But my face isn't that easy to pinch.”

“......’

Shit, is a master also so vindictive?

Just pinching your face, is that so? You definitely contain other grievances within this!

“But......”

Moon reveals a smile, whispering naturally to himself:

“It feels like this kind of domineering and handsome red-eyed, white-haired lolicon, is also his type.”

The words that he thought only he could hear just fell, Moen once again felt his perspective move up.

It gradually rose ......

and then fell.

This time, flying!

It was like sitting on a jumper!

“Shit!”

Thus, before the wail came, Moen only had time to leave this one word last words.

......

The young girl didn't go far, reached out her hand, and flicked it in front of herself.

And so a doorway opened.

Outside the door, a dozen old professors, including Professor Gran, stood silently on both sides of the road, and after seeing the young girl walk out, the professors, who had always been high and mighty, lowered their heads together.

“MelaDormir Mentor.” The professors said respectfully.

“Hmm.”

The silver-haired, red-eyed girl gently nodded and looked at the group:

“Haven't seen you all in decades, and now you're all so old. Dudley, the last time I saw you, you could still stand up straight, couldn't you?”

“To be able to see the mentor again while alive is truly an honor.” The oldest professor wiped his tears, revealing a childlike expression of emotion.

“Let's not say such gloomy things during a reunion like this.”

The girl spoke softly:

“However, being awakened this time was indeed unexpected for me. According to my previous calculations, I should have awakened five years later.”

“It’s our incompetence; we failed to protect the academy.”

All the professors looked collectively ashamed.

“It’s not your fault. I just realized…”

The girl looked up, her tone taking on a hint of gravity:

“Fate has shifted so dramatically without our noticing. The moon, which originally had no connection to the academy's path, has now directly collided with it.”

“We don’t know the full details either. Pulan seems to know something, but due to the Silent Pact, he cannot disclose it freely.” The usually cavalier Professor Gran appeared unusually serious in front of the girl.

“No problem.”

The girl waved her hand. “I’ll go meet him myself to understand the specifics. You all can carry on with your work or get some rest. Don’t let yourselves, at this age, completely ruin your bodies.”

“Yes.”

The professors bowed respectfully, much like obedient children being admonished by their parents, not daring to defy her words.

Just as they were about to leave, Gran suddenly peered sneakily through the door and saw Moen, who had transformed into several floating pieces mid-air, his head bouncing rapidly from side to side. His face instantly broke into a gloating smile.

Thank goodness he had the foresight, or he might have been the one in such a predicament right now.

However, just as he was about to retract his head, he heard Moen wailing inside while unleashing an angry roar:

“Master! Professor Gran just called you his niece!”

“…”

Gran’s smile froze awkwardly, and as he turned back, he found the girl quietly gazing at him.

Her expression was so meaningful, just like how he had been looking at Moen moments ago.

...

...

Under the eerie blue moonlight, Professor Pulan’s face was deathly pale.

Blood was still seeping from the wound on his chest, but that wound had become irrelevant.

What mattered was that he was on the brink of collapse.

This exhaustion was not due to a lack of magic—thanks to the Grand Arcane Device’s supply, his magic was nearly infinite.

But operating the Grand Arcane Device while casting spells had nearly shattered his mind.

His brain was now throbbing with pain.

Beneath his feet, shadows born from the moonlight emerged from the dead zones, surging forward like waves. Layer upon layer, they tore through barriers, encroaching deeper into the academy.

“This cannot continue.”

Professor Pulan grit his teeth:

“I must protect the academy, even if it means sacrificing my old life.”

Just as Professor Pulan was about to risk everything, a sigh echoed through the air.

“Pulan, you're just as rigid as ever.”

“MelaDormir Mentor?”

Professor Pulan looked at the petite figure that had appeared before him, his expression showing a flicker of bewilderment before instantly realizing:

“Have those lunatics disturbed your rest?”

“If they hadn’t woken me up, you’d be dead.”

The girl took the pink star-tipped wand from Professor Pulan’s grasp.

This wand, which had seemed so out of place in Professor Pulan’s hand, looked entirely natural in hers, as if it had always belonged to her.

“Go get some rest.”

The girl instructed:

“I’ll handle things here.”

“Yes.”

Professor Pulan responded obediently.

The normally rigid professor showed no hesitation in obeying this order.

“Oh, one more thing.”

The girl tilted her head and suddenly said:

“That girl over there who’s been invaded by the deity of love—I’ve preserved the last sliver of life energy left in her. She should still be able to speak for a bit longer; cherish the time you’ve got.”

“What...”

Pulan froze momentarily, then his eyes reddened slightly as he bowed deeply:

“Thank you, Mentor.”

“No need to thank me.”

The girl replied softly:

“It was just a small effort.”

...