Chapter 302: The Sinful King of the Dark Demon (4k)
Professor Ryan Hux’s voice choked up as he spoke.
It seemed that among all the women he had met, only the daughter of the human lord had left an indelible mark in his heart.
As he grew older, he might have truly regretted some things.
But once something was missed, it could never be regained.
When the end-of-class bell rang, he left the classroom amidst his self-indulgent emotions.
He did not seem to notice that the students left in the classroom were all looking at him with faces darker than soy sauce.
“Valentine’s Day and breaking up stories, you really know how to ruin the mood!”
Dark watched Professor Hux’s figure gradually disappear, and could not help but smile.
The professors these past few days had been one more entertaining than the other.
“Duck duck,” Diana suddenly turned her head.
Dark asked, “What is it?”
Diana asked in a dazed manner, “What is a son-in-law?”
Dark: “…”
If you don’t even know what a son-in-law is, how could you listen so intently?
He said helplessly, “A son-in-law is a boy who marries into a girl’s family.”
Diana: “Oh? Boys can also marry into a girl’s family? Then…”
Dark: “Hmm?”
Diana quickly shook her head, “No, nothing.”
Dark: “?!”
Diana: “I said it’s nothing!”
…
After leaving the classroom, Dark returned directly to the dormitory to revise the arithmetic textbook for the last time.
He had roughly compiled the content for the entire school year, but it still needed fine-tuning and refinement.
However, this part required meticulous effort.
He first carefully proofread the approximately 50,000-word content, trying to reduce the probability of errors, then began slowly enriching the sentences.
Overall, the content of “Mathematics 1” mainly covered basic calculations, basic equations, and simple geometry, introducing the Pythagorean theorem and deriving some branches from it.
The difficulty of “Mathematics 1” was not high, but some fundamental concepts revealed true mastery.
For example, the definition of “exponentiation,” the induction of the Pythagorean theorem…
Dark had not yet submitted “Mathematics 1” to Professor Lily for evaluation, but he could roughly imagine her reaction.
Such “wise” professors like Lily often used methods in geometric calculations that were not the formulas and theorems yet to be summarized, but rather a method called “mental modeling!”
They directly constructed geometric models in their minds and determined angles and lengths through measurement.
This was certainly an effective method, but lacked universality.
It simply couldn’t be widely taught.
…
“Mathematics 1” written by Dark was something ordinary people could learn, which could be included in basic education.
The significance of this level was perhaps beyond the expectations of those involved.
…
At eight o’clock in the evening.
Dark put aside “Mathematics 1” and pulled out “Spirit Crafting: Wood Carving” from the pile of books on the desk, flipping through it casually.
“Wood Carving,” he found this book while searching for homework materials in the library.
At the time, he thought he should study it sooner or later, so he borrowed it.
Now, flipping through it, he was partly doing it to relax his mind and partly preparing for future wood carving studies.
With “Mathematics 1” completed and the “zoo” project progressing slowly, the research of the “Trinity Armored Conjure Array” naturally became his priority.
Once current matters were temporarily settled, he would likely start learning wood carving on his own.
Even if wood carving couldn’t be used for the “Trinity Armored Conjure Array,” it could still exist as a hobby.
In short, it wouldn’t be a loss either way.
Spirit Crafting was renowned for its exquisite beauty, and even its wood carving was no exception.
If it were during normal times, it might give the impression of being impractical.
Most people bought spirit crafting items not for practical use but for decoration.
But this characteristic suited Dark well.
Looking at the various exquisite wood carvings illustrated in the book.
He gradually became fascinated.
…
At nine-thirty, Dark put down the book, took a bath, washed up, practiced “Technique of the Shadow God” for a while, then urged the golems to sleep before he himself fell asleep fully clothed.
“Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.”
Although Dark didn’t focus much on Valentine’s Day,
he wasn’t completely indifferent either.
He narrowed his eyes, thinking about the list of gifts he might receive, feeling increasingly drowsy.
“I wonder if the world will turn white when I wake up tomorrow.”
…
When his breathing steadied,
the Eevee on the small bed suddenly perked up its ears.
It quietly poked its two antennae out of the blanket, sensing the flow of air indoors.
After a while, it seemed to finally confirm that Dark was asleep, so the Eevee quietly crawled out of the blanket.
Its paw pads touched the carpet silently.
The other golems followed slightly slower, also coming down from the bed.
Including the imp beast, ten golems unprecedentedly gathered harmoniously on the balcony, chattering away.
The brewing of the magic potion was already complete.
The remaining task was slicing and shaping.
In short, it was transforming it into their own shape.
Deoxys placed a large piece of chocolate flat in the center, then took out a knife to begin the final cutting.
“Miaow.”
It softly hummed, dividing the black chocolate into ten equal parts in just a moment.
They brewed a type of bitter dark chocolate, but the sweetness mixed in was also strong.
Deoxys had tasted it personally and was confident in the flavor balance.
However, for chocolate given extra meaning on Valentine’s Day, taste was just one element.
Sometimes, shape was even more important than taste.
Therefore, ordinary people would usually use molds to shape the chocolate while brewing it.
But Deoxys didn’t do that.
Because they were all different!
After distributing the chocolate, the ten golems started making their shapes individually.
Before this, Deoxys had pondered for a long time.
Through picture books, it learned about the custom of giving chocolates on Valentine’s Day, so it specifically looked up related information.
Initially, it wanted to make classic heart-shaped chocolates, which were popular.
But later, it felt that there was no uniqueness.
So after prolonged consideration, it decided to make a “Deoxys-shaped” chocolate!
Each golem received a large piece of chocolate, giving them room for trial and error.
Deoxys cut off a portion and began attempting to carve it into a cat face.
Just imagining Dark accepting its gift and eating the chocolate in bites made its cheeks flush slightly.
But during the carving process, it curiously glanced around and was shocked to discover — none of the golems were diligently carving hearts!
Among them, Eevee was clearly carving its own shape of chocolate.
Its ribbon antennae were very flexible, quickly forming a recognizable shape.
The other golems’ shapes were not yet apparent.
“Busy-busy—”
Ditto transformed into the appearance of “Miaow” and worked earnestly.
But after countless attempts and failures, the usable chocolate was dwindling.
It stared at the scattered pieces of chocolate and suddenly had an idea, modifying them into tiny hearts, like chocolate cookies!
Then it took out the gift box, placed the chocolates inside, and tied a large bow with a ribbon.
This Valentine’s gift was half done!
…
After golems gained intelligence and proper education, they developed thoughts that normal golems wouldn’t have.
For instance, they developed feelings of filial piety towards their creators and understood gratitude…
Ditto inserted a note into the gap of the gift box ribbon at the last moment.
The note was written with crooked characters forming a simple sentence.
Holding the gift box, it carefully placed it at the edge of Dark’s bed.
Then, satisfied, it revealed a big smile!
…
But it didn’t return to its own bed; instead, it turned to the balcony to help the Trash Slime shape the chocolate.
It was unclear why the Trash Slime wanted to flatten the chocolate into a pancake shape…
And within this pancake-shaped chocolate, it carved a sunken face.
Despite being confused, Ditto successfully helped it finish.
…
At four thirty in the morning.
Diana, who had set an alarm for this purpose, sat up straight as if suddenly awakened.
The bedding slipped off her upper body, revealing her well-developed, rounded breasts.
Diana sat there for a while before suddenly regaining her senses.
As her mind cleared, she glanced at the clock again and hurriedly got up.
Getting dressed, washing her face, changing clothes, and fixing her hair.
What girls need to do early in the morning… wasn’t much different from what boys needed to do.
Diana finally just applied a little baby cream to her face.
Then, pinning on the mana card deck and carrying the gift, she quietly opened the door, tiptoeing toward Dark’s dormitory.
The sky had just begun to brighten, hazy.
The corridor was eerily silent.
Diana held the gift box, her face unusually filled with unease.
“Will it really work?”
“On Valentine’s Day, if someone doesn’t have a partner and is looking for one, they will forever be together with the first person they meet!”
“If only Dark could become my son-in-law…”
“When I grow up, I won’t have to leave Dad and Mom.”
“Son-in-law… Ugh!”
…
The temperature was low, and the air was cold.
Diana couldn’t help but pull her collar tighter and exhaled.
Pure white mist rose in front of her, blurring her vision.
Tap tap tap.
Though Diana’s footsteps were light, they still created echoes in the empty corridor.
Suddenly, she stopped, her expression stunned.
At five in the morning, in front of room 201 on the second floor of the Tower of Noble Academy, someone had beaten her to it!
If that were all, it would be fine.
Diana assumed that if she could do something, others could too.
But what she saw now left her puzzled.
The girl who had blocked the entrance to Dark’s dorm earlier was wrapped in a blanket, curled up like a cocoon in the corner.
Tiny and with a frozen look on her face.
Her pink hair, slightly transparent, draped over her small face, cheeks flushed with illness.
A thin blanket couldn’t shield against the cold wind.
The snow-white limbs under the blanket trembled uncontrollably.
Eudora Envy looked like a morning sprite, petite and pitiful, as if she might vanish at any moment.
Diana stood there for a while, muttering, “Could she have been here since last night?”
She stepped forward, immediately sensing something amiss.
People generally become instinctively alert when sleeping outdoors, sensitive to every sound.
But Eudora showed no reaction even as Diana approached so closely.
Instinctively, Diana quickened her pace, reaching Eudora’s side, and hurriedly crouched down, reaching out to touch her forehead.
Diana remembered her father checking her mother’s temperature when she caught a cold.
It was said that a feverish forehead indicated discomfort.
Though Diana hadn’t experienced it herself, she had some common sense.
She first touched with her fingertips, then with the palm of her hand.
“Hot!”
Diana looked at Eudora, who remained undisturbed, eyes widening.
Even if she didn’t understand, she immediately realized that Eudora must be sick!
“What should we do?”
It was her first time dealing with such an emergency.
Diana panicked, feeling like an ant on a hot pot, unsure of what to do.
She subconsciously looked at the door of room 201, wanting to seek help from Dark.
But just as her knuckles were about to touch the cold door, she suddenly calmed down, glancing at Eudora, then placing her gift on the ground, slipping one hand under Eudora’s body, and lifting her with the other.
Once she lifted Eudora along with the blanket, she bent her knees slightly, supporting her, and switched to a princess carry, rushing toward the staircase.
Eudora’s gift box slipped out of the blanket’s gap and rolled to the door.
…
Being sick meant finding a doctor.
Diana carried a girl slightly younger than herself with ease, feeling no weight.
Her running steps were both fast and steady, quickly descending the stairs and rushing out of the tower.
The Feathered Serpent guarding the Noble Academy tower suddenly opened its eyes, but then slowly closed them again.
Snow had fallen outside, covering the bridge with a thick layer of white.
Deep footprints appeared in the pure white snow, and falling snowflakes concealed the indentations.
The entire castle was draped in a pristine white, and the ice-covered lake reflected the gradually brightening sky.
The morning star shone brightly.
