What is a dragon’s reverse scale?

Legend says a dragon bears a foot-long inverted scale beneath its throat. Whoever touches it shall face the dragon’s boundless wrath.

And Sima Liangjie?

Human or dragon…

Even he didn’t know.

But he knew exactly where his reverse scale lay.

The battle at Dragon Fang Mountain—Fan Qiandai’s tragedy happened because of his powerlessness.

Powerlessness. To Sima Liangjie, nothing was more detestable.

Hate!

He hated his powerless self most of all!

He would never tolerate that version of himself again!

This was the reverse scale of Sima Liangjie—

The Iceflower Evil God Dragon!

Elmand had clearly provoked the dragon’s fury. In that instant, he thought of the sweet maidservant back at his estate. If only he’d plucked that flower when he had the chance…

Now, that chance was likely gone forever.

Elmand dared not meet Liangjie’s eyes. The pupils had vanished, replaced by endless, depthless silver.

One glance could drown a soul.

Everything happened in a flash—attack and defense shifting too fast to follow.

Like a scene straight out of a novel~

Just as that deceptively plain, almost cute little fist was about to strike Elmand, a violet figure blurred into view. Crimson rose petals swirled inexplicably through the air.

Elmand shot backward like a silent bullet, a spray of blood arcing from his mouth.

The tight circle of onlookers shattered as his massive body plowed through them like dry twigs. A dozen innocent students scattered like fallen leaves.

Simultaneously, a violet barrier forged from Battle Qi erupted outward. It engulfed a ten-li radius around Liangjie, violently repelling every living thing within its bounds.

Half a second later, a deafening explosion shook the ground beneath their feet.

"Ah!"

The sudden tremor made two senior students holding Alice lose their footing. The golden-haired Sorceress let out a melodious shriek before landing hard on her bottom, her nose scrunching up.

No one paid the mischievous golden Sorceress any mind now.

All eyes locked onto the violet barrier. Their shock rivaled the chaos moments before.

That profound violet—it signified a realm utterly beyond their reach.

A realm Enlightenment Class and first-years could never touch.

—Peak Fighter King!

Dust billowed inside the barrier, obscuring the scene.

"Hey… what’s going on…?" a first-year muttered, his voice trembling.

"Did… did that kid really cause this?" another echoed, stunned despite his steady tone.

"Maybe some hidden expert intervened!"

"Look at the president—he’s out cold."

"This club… it’s over."

"Yeah. Not only did he humiliate himself, but he collapsed in fear before a child."

"This isn’t like him at all. Doesn’t it feel… off?"

A first-year stepped forward, determined to defend his idol.

His words sparked murmurs:

"Yeah, the president’s a flirt, but he’d never bully the weak like this!"

"Could there be another reason?"

"Who knows…"

The crowd buzzed—yet all fell silent when it came to the Peak Fighter King who’d appeared.

Joking about a Fighter King’s actions to their face? That wasn’t just asking for trouble.

It was suicide.

As for the elites from Enlightenment Classes Two and Three who’d mocked Liangjie earlier?

Their faces had completely changed.

Schwarlow slumped to the ground after his brother was blasted away. Grief and fury burned in his eyes as he watched Luna beside him—her small fists clenched tight, her gaze fixed on the barrier, shining with awe.

Pace had hidden at the back since the start, now pressing his face into the dirt, frozen.

Bing Pei, the boy whose age defied his appearance, sat casually on the ground. He knew this commotion would bring the academy teachers running soon.

No one restrained Alice anymore. She held a crushed rose petal, worry clouding her eyes as she stared at the barrier.

It was unclear who she worried for…

The dust finally settled. Even Bing Pei—the calmest student in Enlightenment Class—sucked in a sharp breath.

The ten-li zone was utterly devastated.

The ground had sunk twenty centimeters. Shattered rose petals littered the cracked earth.

Inside the barrier stood a silver-haired boy and a violet-haired man.

Facing each other.

Both in tattered uniforms.

Recognizing the violet-haired man’s face—and matching it to that shocking Peak Fighter King aura—his true identity became obvious:

—Fourth-year student, homeroom teacher for first-years, and president of Kempfa’s strongest club, ‘Thousand Silver Threads’!

Dilu.

Onlookers saw their lips move but heard nothing.

Dilu was seething!

How could a fool like Elmand exist among his first-years?!

Of all people to provoke—you had to pick the strongest boss in Reno Continent’s history?!

All his effort spreading rumors about the "delinquent tricolor salad" wasted! Some idiot still poked the beast!

This wasn’t just a head slammed in a door—it was using your head to slam the door!

If he hadn’t arrived in time, not just Elmand, but all these students would’ve been erased!

Damn it! When that fool woke up, Dilu would personally find out—

What exactly filled his skull besides glue?!

"*Sigh*." Dilu exhaled heavily, his expression complex as he looked at the Iceflower Evil God Dragon before him—now drastically changed in stature.

Then, President Dilu made a decision that stunned all of Kempfa.

Before the dumbfounded crowd, he stepped back from Liangjie. In one fluid motion, he bowed deeply.

"My deepest apologies!"

Liangjie’s face remained unreadable, but a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

He knew this man’s strength.

"Let it go."

Liangjie closed his eyes. He shrugged off his tattered uniform like rags, draping it loosely over his shoulders. Brushing past Dilu, he walked to the barrier’s edge. A light flick of his finger—

The barrier shattered like glass.

(It had already absorbed catastrophic damage, teetering on collapse.)

Outside the barrier, Liangjie’s figure was fully visible. No one dared block his path.

No one even dared breathe loudly.

Alice puffed her cheeks, her eyes tracking Liangjie’s retreating back.

Suddenly, he stopped. Turned his head toward her.

"What are you waiting for? Let’s go."

He turned and walked on.

Alice’s face lit up like sunshine. Her radiant joy made even Dilu pause, a sharp unease piercing his chest. He called out:

"Hey! Alice!"

But Alice ignored President Dilu completely. She scrambled to Liangjie’s side, chattering nonstop.

The golden and silver figures grew smaller in the distance, their shadows merging…

Later, Dilu punished the so-called ‘Thousand Blades’ club under the guise of "excessive training." President Elmand reportedly screamed for half an hour inside Dilu’s office. No one dared ask what happened.

Though Dilu used ‘Thousand Silver Threads’ authority to enforce silence, rumors still spread.

The most widespread? Dilu’s bow. It unexpectedly cemented his reputation among first-years!

A homeroom teacher bowing to apologize for a first-year’s mistake to an Enlightenment Class child—what magnanimity! What courage!

Meanwhile, the "delinquent Silver Demon King’s" popularity soared to new heights.

But was this a good thing…?

Frankly, Liangjie was nearing his breaking point!

Girls he didn’t know kept sneaking peeks at him between classes. Even the restroom wasn’t safe.

Alpha still slept all day. But Alice now clung to him relentlessly!

Even Luna from the next class looked at him strangely.

What was going on? Shouldn’t she hate him?

No matter how chaotic life at Kempfa became, Liangjie still attended every class, taking meticulous notes.

—All to reunite with Fan Qiandai sooner.

Everything else held no interest for him.

Today’s outdoor class left Enlightenment Class One empty except for Liangjie and the snoring Alpha.

A ripple in the air. A golden-haired gothic loli burst into the classroom.

*Thump-thump-thump!* She dashed to the podium, snatched the eraser, and aimed for the board—

"Don’t erase! I haven’t copied it down yet! Damn it!" Liangjie yelled.

Too late. The loli erased everything as if deaf.

Then, with chalk, she scrawled large characters across the clean board.

Liangjie blinked. Instinctively, he read aloud:

"*After-School Demon King and Me*? What nonsense is this?"

Anyone would react that way. Such a messy title—it sounded like some cheap novel.

"*Heh heh!*"

The golden-haired loli flashed a wicked grin. She leaped onto the teacher’s desk like a judge pronouncing sentence—

"I, Alice, hereby declare! The ‘After-School Demon King and Me!’ club is officially formed!"

"Eh? EH?! EH?! EH?! EH?!"

Liangjie shot up so fast his chair slammed into Alpha’s desk behind him.

*BANG!*

Alpha rubbed his sleepy eyes, blinking open with adorable reluctance.

"M-m-m-master… wha… wha… what’s up?"

The empty classroom echoed…

The delinquent Silver Demon King and the golden Sorceress screamed in perfect unison:

"AAAAAAAH! ALPHA SPOKE! HE ACTUALLY SPOKE!!!"

(Their stuttering even matched…)

Anyway. A new chapter was about to begin…