029 Dekan Masters the Way of Humility
“Both you and your fallen companion were fourth-rank?”
Dekan took the Challenger to the infirmary, helped him treat his wounds slightly, and then asked.
“Yes.”
After speaking, the Challenger hesitantly glanced at Dekan and Cornelia: “The two of you… are you fourth-rank… or fifth-rank?”
“Fourth-rank, all of us are fourth-rank.”
Dekan shook his hand slightly and replied indifferently.
“…”
Although the Challenger had many doubts in his heart, he dared not voice them.
He seriously doubted that at least one among Dekan and Cornelia was fifth-rank.
Even if they weren’t fifth-rank, they were geniuses who could exhibit fifth-rank combat ability simply through the power of their fourth-rank level.
Looking at the state of the infirmary, the destruction surely had something to do with these two people.
Without terrifying combat prowess, there was no way the infirmary could’ve been wrecked like this, and the school doctor vanished into thin air.
What most astonished him was that both of them were completely unscathed.
Dekan asked again: “By the way, was the classroom where you failed difficult?”
Challenger: “… At first, we didn’t find it particularly hard, but after we realized its mechanism, it was truly disgusting.”
“Oh? Tell me about the mechanism; maybe I can pass it.”
Dekan seemed even more interested, his gaze becoming somewhat ardent.
This was highly likely an elite room.
Since the difficulty was high, the exploration rate would also be higher, and there might even be information about the Boss Room.
“Still, let’s bypass that classroom. I really can’t see the hope for success… I can’t drag you down…”
“You tell me the mechanism first; I’ll judge the difficulty myself.”
Dekan said confidently, looking as if he were exuding the aura of an absolute superior.
And beside him, Cornelia looked calm, her expression cold and silent, as if no powerful opponent could stir even the slightest change in her expression.
Truly observing the state of these two people made the Challenger dazed, his heartbeat involuntarily accelerating.
For a moment, he felt as if these two were the rulers of this Demon School.
This was the aura of absolute strength!
Perhaps… they really could avenge him and his comrades!
The Challenger took a deep breath, gently patted his chest, and looked solemnly at Dekan and Cornelia: “It’s a music classroom, the mechanism is called the Demon Choir.”
“The music teacher plays instruments, and students join the singing of the Demon Choir.”
“When entering the classroom, you can listen to the choir’s performance up to three times, and you have fifteen minutes to practice on your own.”
“Then you join their chorus. If you get it wrong three times, you’ll trigger the teacher’s killing mechanism.”
“Attacking other students will also be met with attack by the Demon Teacher.”
This made Dekan frown slightly.
He thought this mechanism was not diabolical, and could even be considered very ordinary.
There would be no way for fourth-rank challengers to fail unless both were tone-deaf.
“Does this game have any other traps besides surface rules?”
Dekan asked.
“… Yes! Actually, the Demon Teacher doesn’t particularly torment people, but the accursed Demon Students of the Demon Choir will bully new students. They seem to have their own signals. If a new student joins the choir, they will deliberately change the way they sing somewhere together.”
The Challenger replied through gritted teeth.
“And then the teacher judges you as wrong?”
“Yes, ‘right and wrong are relative, not absolute.’ We found out about this rule trap after being deceived. Even after using up our three chances, we couldn’t figure out the Demon Students’ signals for changing the melody…”
The Challenger’s face was filled with a look of pain and regret, his eyes turning red.
Sss.
Dekan stroked his chin thoughtfully.
If the mechanism was like this, he indeed acknowledged that this classroom was somewhat sinister.
The previous rooms involved outwitting the teacher, but this music classroom had the audacity to involve students starting trouble already?
We thought those Demon Students were all pure and innocent.
Who would have thought they had such vile characters!
Our school absolutely does not tolerate bullying of classmates!
Dekan was going to stop this phenomenon from happening.
“Cornelia, let’s go!”
“Okay.”
“Wait, don’t you want to listen to the intelligence I already have?”
The Challenger, seeing the two were about to leave the infirmary without hesitation, asked anxiously.
“No, the patrons watching the stream outside don’t want to hear complicated mechanism analyses. Seeing me reorganize the Demon Choir will suffice.”
“…Do you have an audience program?”
“Newbie streamer.”
Leaving that message, Dekan and Cornelia strode away from the infirmary, leaving the dumbfounded Challenger behind…
“I haven’t even told them the location of the music classroom yet…”
“Could it be they’ve even obtained the school map?!”
“How come I’ve never heard of such great people?”
The Challenger sat in the infirmary, murmuring to himself in a daze.
…
Dekan and Cornelia walked towards the music classroom.
Now the corridors of the Demon Academy had completely transformed into Dekan and Cornelia’s private garden.
The only thing they found irritating was that there were a bunch of idle Demon Students wandering around annoyingly, so they reinstated the class schedules.
Anyway, they’d need to set the school status to ‘in class’ when they challenged the music classroom a bit later.
“Cornelia, this classroom is more suitable for a solo challenge; wait for me at the door later.”
“Okay.”
As they neared the music classroom, Dekan took out a Demon Pass from his pocket and handed it to Cornelia.
This was the one they had obtained from the corpse of a Demon Teacher from a classroom that Bachelor had already cleared out.
Neither the broadcasting room nor the infirmary had Demon Passes, but the teachers of the other two classrooms did have them.
Each originally had one each.
Now Cornelia had both; each could guarantee at least half an hour of safety.
A music class lasts only an hour; even if the department head stood beside Cornelia, she would be safe waiting outside the door.
“Cornelia, I’m going in.”
“Um, be careful.”
Subsequently, Dekan pushed the music classroom’s door open on his own and stepped inside.
Instantly, his field of vision was filled with brilliance.
This music classroom looked like a classical concert hall.
Unlike the dim corridor, the music classroom looked particularly bright, stone pillars carved with all sorts of vivid and lifelike images, and walls that seemed to be constructed from pure and flawless white jade.
And at the front of the hall was a circular stage, its surface covered densely with thick and soft carpets, flanked by various musical instruments, while in the middle were two rows of steps with twenty Demon Students standing neatly.
This must be the Demon Choir.
The most striking in the classroom was definitely the male demon in a black suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses who looked both scholarly and a bit stern, standing before the Demon Choir.
“Welcome to the Music Room.”
Seemingly having noticed Dekan’s arrival, the Music Teacher turned around and smiled calmly.
