Chapter 1 The Lights of Jella

The lights along the streets outside Jella Square began to light up one by one, like a flowing river of light. In the distance, the iconic skyline of Ikrith could be seen, the towering buildings even more spectacular against the night sky.

However, standing on this road...

"Damn it, why did it have to be opened by a human?"

Talia clenched her fists, secretly filled with resentment.

There was bound to be a lot of knowledge of great value to her in this unknown historical demonic shadow world.

However, this shadow world only rotated and broadcasted fragments, and it couldn't be watched in its entirety on the school's public magic screen.

More comprehensive and specific information would only be retained by the challenger's [Shadow World Recording Program].

It seemed that she could only watch a little more here today.

Just as Talia thought this, her brow furrowed.

Because she discovered that the challenger in this shadow world was that damned student of hers!

"This guy..."

Although Talia couldn't understand why something so damned became a Radiant Demon instead of an Abyss Demon after transforming.

But she now only felt boundless joy.

Lan Qi was like a mystery shop, about to bring her new goods again.

And she had the potential to trade for anything Lan Qi had!

Such as all the information in Lan Qi's [Shadow World Recording Program].

Talia really felt now that Lan Qi could always bring her what she wanted, like her lucky star.

If she didn't always suspect that this kid liked to think about some damned things in his heart, she might usually be a little nicer to Lan Qi.

But the next moment.

When Talia saw the Great Love Poet on the screen, who looked exactly like her, her eyelids immediately drooped, and she wore an expression that wanted to kill Lan Qi.

She immediately turned around and quickly left the place, lowering her head and taking a vicious bite of her cheesecake, fearing that the Ikrith Academy students here would discover the similarity between her and this damned summon.

This guy really deserved to die even more.

…

The corridors of the Demon Academy also looked classical and magnificent, with dim light and a fragrance of ancient wood, as if carrying a magic from the depths of time. The end of the road in the distance seemed to be forever swallowed by darkness, accompanied by unfathomable mystery.

The dark marble floor was painted with golden patterns, covered in the middle with a carpet with a demon flower pattern. On the walls, grotesque portraits and mirrors appeared every few steps, as if watching the students on the road.

On this corridor, several demon students with expressions of either horror or solemnity hurried past, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor, piercing the original silence, like the overture to a chase and escape being played.

Fleeing at high speed, they looked even more frightened in the dim light, as if they had just escaped from some unspeakable nightmare.

Although it was impossible to see where their destination was for a while, their hurried appearance showed that they only wanted to get as far away from that crazy examination hall as possible!

However, at the end of these figures, two demons with less flustered expressions had also mixed in, unnoticed by the demon students in front.

Since Lan Qi and Heibelian were temporarily unsure of the rules of this Demon Academy, they didn't dare to rashly attack other demon students. They both felt that forcibly catching students and interrogating them was risky.

In this corridor, the feeling of being stared at by paintings and mirrors was always creepy, and no one could say for sure whether it would trigger some potential mechanism.

So the best strategy was to temporarily follow this group of better-quality students to find the best survival strategy, and then try not to do anything at a better opportunity, only to convince people with virtue.

"..."

Heibelian turned her head to look at Lan Qi.

She simply reached out and handed Lan Qi the few heavy coins she had just taken from the corpse. She believed that it was right for Lan Qi, who had many clever ideas, to manage the team's accounts, and these spoils were originally Lan Qi's credit.

Lan Qi didn't say anything, nodded and accepted these mysterious coins.

Although Heibelian felt a sense of security following Lan Qi, as if the safest place in this academy was near him.

But her mood was quite complicated at the moment, wanting to ask Lan Qi something, but hesitating whether to open her mouth.

Originally, she was just worried that after Lan Qi knew about her demon bloodline, this friendship would end.

But now she was starting to be a little afraid that after Lan Qi learned that she was really a demon, he would transform into a demon hunter and torture her like those students and proctors in the demon examination hall.

"Lan Qi, what do you think of demons?"

Heibelian asked tentatively in a low voice while running.

Lan Qi was slightly stunned when he heard this.

"They can live for a long time, and they still look like girls even when they are hundreds of years old."

Lan Qi couldn't help but chuckle as he replied. He wouldn't be sleepy if Heibelian wanted to ask this.

He had wanted to speak his mind for a long time, but no one had ever talked to him about this topic.

So Heibelian was also interested in demons!

"..."

Heibelian felt that Lan Qi's words were also a little offensive to her.

Although she was indeed a genuine teenager, her lifespan as a mixed-blood demon was definitely longer than that of humans. A hundred years later, Lan Qi's words would hurt her.

No, why was his focus so strange?

"Then if you encounter a demon in the real world, would you be like just now?"

Heibelian asked again with a slightly apprehensive mood.

Lan Qi just looked at her, without saying a word.

Silence was golden.

"Do you think I'm tired of living?"

"..."

"Let's not talk about whether it's dangerous to provoke demons. Demons might also have good people. Heibelian, you shouldn't discriminate against demons."

Lan Qi earnestly advised.

"...I see."

Heibelian was stunned when she heard this, then lowered her head, pursed her lips, and said softly.

For some reason, the heavy stone that had been pressing on her heart seemed to dissipate because of Lan Qi's serious words.

She had never thought that one day someone would tell her to "not discriminate against demons."

Although Lan Qi's words had a sense of being a saint.

But Heibelian was very confident that Lan Qi was not that kind of hypocritical saint.

But a true saint.

Because he could indeed achieve fairness to everyone—not only to demons, he was also ruthless when he tortured people.

…

In just a few tens of seconds, some of the demon students running in the corridor were still searching for something as they fled, and some chose to run back into the classrooms, regardless of the risks.

It seemed that the corridor was also a horror place with a danger level no lower than that of the classroom. Otherwise, these students would not be so actively looking for classes to attend.

"We should find an opportunity to make a move."

If possible, Lan Qi was unwilling to easily enter any classroom to waste time. The current priority was to first find out about the Demon Academy's information.

Only by understanding the rules could he act boldly, and even find a way to quickly clear the game and find the "ancient demonic magic to modify hairstyles" that he wanted to learn.

Heibelian naturally understood what Lan Qi meant.

Now, there was only one student left in front, so it seemed they could have a good chat with him.

She quickened her pace and silently grabbed the lucky student from behind.

"You st—!"

After Heibelian grabbed his shoulder, the demon with green scales on his neck turned his head fiercely and raised his hand to push Heibelian away.

However.

When his pupils focused the next moment, and he clearly saw the proctor Lan Qi standing behind Heibelian.

Fear from the depths of his soul swept over the green-scaled demon's heart like a tide. His hand hung motionless in mid-air, as if he had nowhere to put it.

"Ah..."

Lan Qi's lips parted slightly in surprise when he saw the green-scaled demon's appearance.

It turned out that the one they had caught was, coincidentally, the demon examinee whom Lan Qi had selected with [Basic Etiquette] earlier, who had been frightened by the Dragon Demon and the Owl for dozens of seconds, and had finally escaped from under their noses!

What a fate, Lan Qi couldn't help but reveal a slight smile as he looked at him.

Even though Lan Qi hadn't said anything yet.

The green-scaled demon student was already trembling all over with fear.

Lan Qi: "Hello."

Just a simple greeting.

Made the demon feel as if he had heard a call from hell, he felt that his ancestors were calling him to reunite.

"What should I call you, classmate?"

Lan Qi walked to the green-scaled demon student's side with his hands behind his back, still with the aura of a proctor, and asked with a smile.

"Ba... Batchel..."

The green-scaled snake-eyed demon student tremblingly obeyed his survival instinct and replied, his skin turning pale and bloodless from fear, his legs weak, as if he would kneel down at any moment.