033 Dekan’s Dangerous Test
Outside the Demon Laboratory.
Dekan closed his eyes, preparing for a grand performance.
This would demonstrate his professional prowess as an actor.
Before Dekan could even reach out to push open the door of the laboratory, it suddenly opened on its own.
A slender arm emerged from inside, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in.
Dekan felt a sudden sensation of weightlessness.
In the grip of the other person, he felt like a mere cotton doll.
In the next instant, he felt a sharp pain in his back.
He was powerless and was pressed against the wall.
The picture in front of him finally came into focus.
Inside the Demon Laboratory, it looked like a dark prison, permeated with a strong smell of blood, as if it were a slaughterhouse without the knives.
On the tables, one could see numerous strange instruments, covered in bloodstains. They looked more like instruments of torture.
Dekan had previously calculated the building area and room division patterns of the Demon Academy in the hallway and had estimated the size of the Demon Laboratory.
However, the Demon Laboratory he saw was smaller than his estimated results.
This indicated that there were hidden compartments inside the Demon Laboratory, and these compartments were likely where Olive concealed human prisoners.
He shifted his gaze from around the laboratory to the female demon in front of him.
Finally, he could see her completely.
She must be Miss Olive.
Her appearance was alluring with a touch of wickedness. A black gauze dress tightly wrapped her figure, highlighting her voluptuous curves. Behind her, a scorpion tail was swaying.
Her eyes were filled with mockery and curiosity, and she stared directly at Dekan. Her captivating pupils seemed to want to suck away Dekan’s soul.
However, soon, a trace of surprise blossomed in her eyes.
Looking into Dekan’s eyes, she could not sense even a hint of fear.
And Dekan had no intention of struggling, maintaining a calm demeanor.
Olive frowned slightly but couldn’t help the corners of her mouth from rising.
The initial impulse to immediately consume this young demon was suppressed.
She began to look at Dekan more carefully.
She seemed particularly interested in Dekan’s unique attitude and his cold gaze.
“Why aren’t you afraid?” Olive asked.
“Why should I be afraid?” Dekan replied.
“Your life is already in my control.”
“But what you desire is not my life.”
“…”
Olive was slightly silent.
“Oh? Then answer me, what do I desire?”
Olive’s pink lips, resembling glossy cherries, parted lightly, revealing a dangerous smile without any concealment.
She continued, “If you answer correctly, I’ll do as you say; if you answer incorrectly, I’ll make you die an excruciating death~”
Dekan coldly replied, “I don’t like the smell here.”
He did not directly answer Olive’s question.
Instead, he said something that confused Olive.
To mask the bloodstains, the laboratory was filled with a strong perfume, which mixed with the blood and caused discomfort to Dekan’s nose.
He was already somewhat annoyed.
Olive’s question earlier—Dekan knew the answer, but he would absolutely not say it.
A wrong answer would make Olive think he was uninteresting and then kill him cruelly.
A correct answer would likely mean his audience would never see him again.
Actually, replying with some other random answers could do.
Currently, Olive had some interest in him.
As long as he could maintain Olive’s interest, she wouldn’t kill him and would be continuously drawn in.
Gradually, he would seize the initiative.
“You don’t like it?”
Olive questioned curiously about Dekan’s meaning.
“Hmm, it’s mixed with too much blood that shouldn’t be here.
Not only are there demon students, but also demon teachers, and even… humans?
Ms. Olive, how much do you let your desires run amok?”
Dekan answered indifferently.
This caused a dramatic change in Olive’s expression, transitioning from initial shock to anger, then to barely concealed killing intent.
Just hearing “demon student” wouldn’t make Olive too surprised.
Teachers slaughtering students was common in this school.
But,
How did the students find out that she hunted down demon teachers and privately hid humans?
After all, hiding humans in the school was a violation, and among teachers, unless it was a serious violation, no one could take action to kill each other.
Connecting everything she had learned about the strange incidents that occurred in the school today, she began to suspect—
Could it be an inspection?
“Who exactly are you?”
Olive’s hand that was pinching Dekan’s neck tightened slightly, and her gaze no longer concealed the cruelty innate in her nature.
However, Dekan didn’t show any sign of panic. Instead, a trace of a smile finally appeared at the corner of his lips, “Heh, I’m just a passing student. If you want to kill me, then go ahead.”
“…”
Olive stared at Dekan’s face, lost in thought.
Her first reaction was: the other party was luring her into committing a violation.
Indeed, she couldn’t act recklessly.
After a moment of silence, Olive dropped the tense attitude, releasing her hand from Dekan’s neck and moving it gently upward to softly caress his cheek.
“Continuing to pretend ignorance could really get you killed, young man?
I also have ways to kill you without violating the rules.
Or if you have bad intentions, I’ll certainly kill you before I die.”
Along with these words, her scorpion tail was already tightly pressed against Dekan’s lower abdomen.
Despite Olive’s current sweet expression, her killing intent was probably heavier than at any point earlier.
Dekan could feel the sharp, icy scorpion tail, which carried a fatal poison, ready to pierce through his flesh at any moment.
The good news is that Olive successfully mistook Dekan as an inspector.
She no longer coveted Dekan’s body and life and was ready to follow the rules.
The bad news is also that Olive mistook Dekan as an inspector.
She developed a strong sense of vigilance.
If the killing mechanism was triggered next, although Dekan’s mutual destruction tactics could work, the risk was also high.
He needed to perfectly time it, equipping the Cursed Doll (2x counter-pain) and summoning the Ruined Bard (10x pain), along with the Thorn Crown (3x pain and blood restriction) already equipped, achieving a feedback of 60 times the pain.
There was also some trouble with the poison.
Dekan hated using poison the most in his life.
They were despicable and shameless people.
Fortunately, with his benevolent heart and skills, he was adept at detoxification.
However, if it’s not absolute necessity, he wouldn’t want to take things to this level with Olive.
After all, the essence of the mutual destruction technique could only be used once a month, and it hurt immensely.
Dekan lowered his head and kept silent.
His fingers twitched slightly, seemingly trembling.
He looked like he was trying hard to control himself, but he couldn’t suppress the increasingly severe trembling.
