Chapter 692 “50% Off Sale” Dark Demon Couldn’t Think of a Title (8k)
“Sit here.”
Professor Lars Melnor patted the seat beside him, inviting Dark to sit down.
Dark turned and closed the office door, then walked over with a smile and sat next to him.
He roughly knew why Professor Melnor had called him; after all, they had been discussing teaching methods for the first-year students, and he was very clear about what should be taught in their classes.
Professor Melnor divided the textbook Mathematics I into two volumes.
By today, most of the content in the first volume of Mathematics I had been taught, and it was indeed time for a major assignment.
Moreover, there were only three weeks left in December.
The first semester ends on December 20th—this Friday will mark the end of the third week of this month. After that, including Christmas, there will be a twelve-day break until January when school resumes.
Compared to last year’s nine-day break, this year has three more days.
However, the first two weekends during these three days will still have regular duels.
Among them, the final round of this year’s “Silver Cup” will take place on December 21st.
Dark has decided not to participate.
Yielding the stage to his peers is a form of humility.
He doesn’t think he needs to be ahead of everything.
“Professor, do you have any ideas for the final major assignment of this year?”
After sitting down, Dark got straight to the point.
Last year, the first-year students did not have a major assignment at the end of the previous semester, but each professor had different ways of teaching.
This year, the professors unanimously agreed that a major assignment was needed, and some subjects’ assignments might even extend into the holidays.
…
Professor Melnor pushed the tea he just poured towards him and said gently, “We can discuss this issue.”
Clearly, he hadn’t made up his mind yet.
For Professor Melnor, the depth of the Mathematics content this year might be limited.
But the methods and theories involved were new to him. Like the students, he was also a beginner and lacked experience in assigning major assignments.
Therefore, he wanted to discuss with Dark Demon, the compiler of Mathematics, before making a decision.
“I plan to announce the assignment in my math class next Tuesday,” he added.
“So I don’t need to be present next Tuesday?” Dark asked.
Professor Melnor nodded slightly and said, “Yes, starting from this Tuesday, I’ll handle the math classes myself. This term, thank you for your hard work. Thanks to you, I’ve been able to do more research… oh, rest time.”
“Professor…” Dark shook his head helplessly.
Even though Professor Melnor had appointed him as an assistant by claiming he needed rest due to old age, in reality, he wasn’t resting at all.
But perhaps that’s what being a professor means.
Then, the two of them began discussing the major assignment topic.
By half past twelve, they had proposed several plans but had yet to decide on one.
However, Professor Melnor clearly enjoyed discussing such matters and maintained high interest throughout.
They then went to the cafeteria for lunch together, and after Dark returned to his dormitory to get the items needed for the “Potion Class” in the afternoon, he came back to the office to continue their discussion.
Professor Melnor believed they could choose a topic from the content of the next semester for the first-year students.
Dark thought that a thousand-word report focusing on practice would better reflect initiative.
And fostering students’ independent research capabilities is something Saint Maryann Academy has always been committed to.
After discussion, Professor Melnor agreed with Dark’s idea and continued discussing how to set up practical topics.
The theoretical core of the assignment couldn’t be too complex, ideally reflecting the content taught this semester.
“How about combining both? Let the students pick a formula or theorem from the content already taught and validate it through practical research, then write a report?” Professor Melnor suggested.
Dark pondered for a moment and suddenly said, “Perhaps we could also choose something that hasn’t been taught yet?”
They looked at each other and understood each other’s intentions.
Immediately, Professor Melnor decided, “Then let’s go with the whole book! They can choose either from the content taught this semester or from the untaught content. Of course, the latter is more challenging and naturally deserves higher scores.”
Dark: “Reasonable.”
Thus, the major assignment for the first-year mathematics class was settled.
Then, on Tuesday’s first class—”Mathematics”—Dark announced this assignment.
At the same time, in the second-year “Mathematics” classroom, Professor Lily Laplace proudly announced the same assignment!
First-year and second-year students almost simultaneously groaned.
Such highly autonomous assignments offered no room for any shortcuts.
The worst part was that they couldn’t find examples in the library, not even for imitation.
…
From Monday to Wednesday, within three days, five of the eight main subjects had released their final assignments for the semester. Suddenly, the second-year students were swamped with work.
The other grades were similar.
Dark’s most direct impression was not only the surge in people visiting the library but also the dramatic drop in the “Flower Card” provided “Moon Goddess Bliss.”
Of course, after the second peak period last weekend, the production of “Moon Goddess Bliss” was already declining continuously, and this period just made it more noticeable.
Currently, three thousand “Flower Cards” had already been distributed, with the remaining ones to be sold gradually afterward. He had basically done his best.
However, according to Dark’s estimate, the production speed of “Moon Goddess Bliss” would likely have a third peak period.
From the day this semester ended to Christmas Day.
The production speed of “Moon Goddess Bliss” would certainly increase.
Then, the entire production curve would continue to decline to a very low level.
But by then, he should have harvested enough “Moon Goddess Bliss.”
In fact, he had already rented a large number of “Advanced Thought Bottles” from Professor Kazel and custom-made a dedicated cabinet for storage.
Now, those “Advanced Thought Bottles” filled with “Moon Goddess Bliss” were neatly arranged in the cabinet.
As of 1 PM on Wednesday, December 4th, “Moon Goddess Soul” had, through “Flower Cards,” absorbed a total of 608 points of “Moon Goddess Bliss.”
In his previous alchemy, he had consumed a total of 167 points of “Moon Goddess Bliss.”
The remaining reserve was 441 points!
Even if converted to “Dark Bliss,” it would still be close to 147 points.
That was truly a dream-like quantity.
However, Dark was also entangled with the assignment, temporarily unable to plan its use.
But compared to other classmates, he had one less assignment—his “Mathematics” major assignment automatically received full marks.
Therefore, by Wednesday night at ten o’clock, he finally completed all the assignments assigned this week, feeling as light as if he had taken off heavy armor.
But immediately following was the more difficult “Alchemy Class.”
Professor Kazel assigned the semester’s assignment—no, it should be the holiday assignment!
He required students to create a “Similar Level” construct before the next semester’s “Alchemy Class”!
Constructs are graded based on their similarity to real life into five levels: “Mimicry Level,” “Similarity Level,” “Quasi-Similarity Level,” “Quasi-Realism Level,” and “True Reality Level.”
The final assessment in “Alchemy Class” requires students to craft a “Quasi-Similarity Level” construct similar to the academy’s patrol constructs.
The assignment at the end of this semester is merely a阶段性考核.
But Dark had invested limited effort in “Alchemy Class,” only recently touching the threshold of the “Similarity Level.” Finishing the coursework would be somewhat challenging.
Fortunately, Professor Kazel did not require completion of this assignment before the end of the semester; he still had a whole month to work on it.
After the “Alchemy Class” ended, he quickly headed to the teacher’s dormitory because the critical period for removing Grace’s “Underworld Fire” had arrived!
Since Sunday night until Thursday, apart from a short period where “Reaper’s Casket” changed its taste, Grace had basically lain in the coffin.
To ensure she could sleep for over ten hours in the coffin, Nene and Jossie had used some additional methods.
Under such intense workload, “Reaper’s Casket” finally absorbed most of the “Underworld Fire” in her body, leaving only a small amount behind.
…
When Dark knocked on the door, the five maids were all ready in the room.
Eve was
Before, due to managing the store, he missed out on observing the final steps. Today, he made sure to be present.
After opening the door for the young master, she quickly said, “Grace’s condition is a bit off… Let’s talk inside.”
Dark entered swiftly and whispered, “Where?”
“In that room over there,” Eve locked the door and led the way to one of the rooms.
Nene, Jossie, Reise, and Grace were all inside the room.
Upon entering the room, Dark saw Grace lying on the bed at first glance.
Grace was covered by only a thin blanket, which did nothing to hide her overly voluptuous curves.
Her skin was very fair and tender, trembling with a floating sensation.
Looking up, Grace’s cheeks were extremely red, with an ice pack placed on her forehead, yet steam continued to rise, as if she had a high fever.
“Young Master, you finally came!”
Seeing Dark enter, Nene and Jossie who were gathered around the bed finally relaxed.
Dark reached into his Mana Card Deck and quickly said, “Is it what I thought?”
Nene hurriedly replied, “Yes, Grace’s reproductive impulse has prematurely erupted!”
Silently, Dark replaced the “Arrogance I” he was about to draw with “Arrogance II.”
By the time he reached the bedside, he had already drawn “Arrogance II.”
He immediately removed the ice pack and pressed “Arrogance II” against Grace’s forehead, muttering rapidly.
“In the name of Dark Diemon, Mana Summoning — ‘Arrogance II’!”
Golden light illuminated Grace’s forehead.
The power of “Arrogance II” quickly seeped into her mind, suppressing the reproductive impulse that had been pushed to its limit.
Almost visibly, Grace’s face, which seemed ripe, quickly returned to normal, leaving only a faint blush.
“It seems everything is fine now.”
Dark put away “Arrogance II” and looked down.
Grace opened her eyes and called out in embarrassment, “Young Master…”
Dark spoke softly, “Rest well. I will make sure ‘Reaper’s Casket’ helps you remove ‘Underworld Fire’ as soon as possible.”
Grace nodded slightly, her eyes filled with gratitude.
As a member of the “Lioness Maidservants,” she was fierce in battle like the others. However, beneath her warrior’s exterior, her heart was as soft as her appearance.
Dark’s experiment was very timely this time.
If it had been delayed any further, she would have had to consider dueling other battle maidservants, thus transferring the “Underworld Fire” along with the strength she had absorbed during this period to someone else.
No one wants to lose the strength they gained.
Especially for the “Lionesses” who were born for battle!
…
Dark quickly summoned “Reaper’s Casket” and then helped Grace into it.
“Reaper’s Casket” then supported itself with four tentacles, lying flat in a bizarre posture, closing the lid.
The final experiment began!
Watching “Reaper’s Casket” cease moving, Dark’s eyes showed a hint of concern.
The experiment to remove “Underworld Fire” had succeeded twice before, but Grace’s internal energy was too active due to mental fluctuations, making this not an ideal time to completely remove “Underworld Fire.”
However, the Mana Card “Arrogance II” only served to suppress; ultimately, Grace needed to gradually release it herself.
Only by completely removing “Underworld Fire” could the opening be widened, allowing for a faster release and quicker normalization.
“Young Master, move aside a little,” Nene said as she approached.
Dark moved to the side.
Nene walked to “Reaper’s Casket” and squatted near Grace’s head, placing her hand on the lid, narrowing her eyes to channel Mana.
In the next instant, Mana fluctuations resembling ripples spread from her palm and permeated “Reaper’s Casket.”
Nene closed her eyes fully, starting to sense Grace’s physical condition.
Dark saw her purpose and did not disturb her.
He stepped back and sat in a chair, gesturing to the other three maidservants to sit as well.
The three maidservants sat down, their expressions relaxing slightly.
“Young Master, Grace shouldn’t be in danger, right?” Jossie asked in a low voice.
Although Dark was also worried, he maintained a composed smile, “Of course not. Trust ‘Reaper’s Casket.’ And isn’t Nene here?”
Reise, who rarely spoke, suddenly said, “Nene’s detection magic can only detect, not heal.”
Dark: “…”
This is a KY behavior, understand?
…
When anxiously waiting, time often passes slowly.
It seems intentionally designed to let humans experience more suffering.
Sometimes, one wonders if time has a sadistic tendency.
Why does happy time seem so fleeting?
…
But no matter how slow time flows, it still moves.
After nearly an hour, Nene suddenly opened her eyes and whispered, “It’s starting!”
Less than half a minute later, illusory gray flames emerged on the surface of “Reaper’s Casket.” The flames quickly rose, more intense than when Nene and Jossie were inside, as if they were about to consume the entire room.
Eve and Reise, seeing the illusory flames for the first time, instinctively moved in front of the young master.
The flames pierced through their defenses, causing only a slight disturbance in their minds.
Their minds instantly relaxed.
Dark reminded them, “This fire won’t harm anyone.”
Eve and Reise returned to their seats.
Then everyone’s attention focused on “Reaper’s Casket.”
The critical moment had arrived!
Another half a minute passed, and “Reaper’s Casket” suddenly shook, emitting muffled knocking sounds from inside.
Though the sound was not heavy, it had a soft, almost limp quality.
But precisely because of this, one could feel that Grace’s condition was severely off.
Yet, Nene immediately raised her left hand, signaling “it’s fine.”
Though “Underworld Fire” would contract all its roots throughout the body before being completely eradicated, the final removal would still cause intense pain.
Even Jossie found it hard to bear, and it directly affected her soul!
But this was the price to pay for the gain.
Strictly speaking, this price was incredibly cheap!
However, Grace’s sensitivity in this special state seemed too acute, resulting in exaggerated reactions to pain.
Nene monitored the whole process, deeming it a normal reaction that didn’t require interference.
Dark and the others chose to trust.
…
Several minutes passed, and Grace’s abnormal movements finally calmed down, entering the conclusion phase of the experiment.
Everyone’s hearts were once again suspended.
“Bang!”
Nene abruptly withdrew her hand, and the lid of “Reaper’s Casket” suddenly opened.
Steam surged out from the lid.
Dark leaned forward, feeling the intense heat.
Worried, he immediately checked Grace’s condition.
Grace was drenched in sweat, her forehead and hairline damp and tangled, sweat continuously dripping down her face. She looked as if she had just emerged from a steamer, thoroughly cooked.
“Young Master!” Nene suddenly lifted her head.
Dark immediately silently cast a regular summoning spell, activating the “Arrogance II” he had prepared.
He shone the light of “Arrogance II” onto Grace’s body, rapidly dissipating her impulses and gradually calming her down.
Nene observed Grace’s changes and then said, “I think it’s done.”
Dark sighed in relief.
Then he saw Grace finally open her eyes, her severely wet lashes lifting, her eyes cold.
Nene immediately lowered her head, asking Grace how she felt.
Grace’s voice was slightly hoarse but more emotional, “I feel much better, but I might need some time to adjust.”
Nene asked, “What about ‘Underworld Fire’? Can you still feel it?”
Grace shook her head and said, “It should be completely removed. It feels like the gloom wrapped around me is gone. Thank you, Young Master.”
As she spoke, she looked up at Dark, wanting to express her gratitude but unable to speak, the words stuck in her throat.
Dark looked at her and said, “That’s good. You stay in the academy for a few days to recover. Once Reise’s ‘Underworld Fire’ is also removed, we’ll go back together.”
“Okay.” Grace supported herself to sit up, nodding in agreement. Then she suddenly noticed her transparent clothes due to the moisture and froze, unsure where she got the strength, but quickly climbed out of the coffin.
Dark stood up smiling and said appropriately, “Then I’ll go out first.”
He then turned and left.
“Reaper’s Casket” immediately used its four hands to support itself, following him like a quadruped.
Once outside the room, “Reaper’s Casket” raised a hand and repeatedly pointed to Dark’s Mana Card Deck.
Dark
After some thought, he finally understood and immediately put it back into the mana card, then summoned it again.
In this way, all the sweat inside the “Reaper’s Casket” was completely cleaned up, and he felt much more comfortable.
Afterwards, when Grace finished her bath and changed clothes, everyone gathered in the living room again.
Dark looked at Nene and Jossie. Nene began to summarize and report on the experiment, while Jossie took out her notebook to record.
The two made a great team.
Seeing this, Dark nodded in satisfaction.
With Nene and Jossie as the leaders of the “Netherfire Plan,” he truly felt much lighter.
Especially during this final period of the semester, they had really helped a lot.
…
Once the report ended, Grace had recovered quite a bit. Everyone went to the cafeteria for a meal, which was a small celebration.
During this gathering, Grace seemed much more enthusiastic and gradually revealed her chatty nature…
Halfway through the meal, Grace even started putting food into Dark’s bowl, revealing her maternal side.
Seeing her transformation, Dark felt very moved.
He realized that his understanding of the maids at home was still too shallow.
Immediately after dinner, they returned to their dorms and started the next round of experiments.
Perhaps seeing the good results of Grace’s experiment, Reise seemed quite eager and soon lay inside the “Reaper’s Casket.”
After Reise gradually fell asleep, Dark left the teacher’s dormitory.
This afternoon, he needed to prepare for the “Astrology Class” in the evening.
Among all the subjects, “Astrology Class” was still the one he was least proficient in.
But with the successful experience of creating the “Flower Card,” he gained a more comprehensive understanding of the “Love Spell Array” based on astrology. After learning related knowledge, many previously confusing problems suddenly became clear.
Last week, during the “Astrology Class,” he clearly felt that his understanding of classroom knowledge had become easier.
Being able to understand was the foundation for students to develop an interest in a subject.
Dark was no exception.
Before, he almost developed a dislike for “Astrology Class” because he needed to spend a lot of time after class to understand the content.
But now, his interest in “Astrology Class” had grown again.
…
That night, Professor Metia continued her difficult lecture in the “Astrology Class.” Just before the end of the class, she announced the major project for the end of the semester.
“That’s it. On December 19th, Thursday evening, we will conduct a formal divination exercise here. Afterwards, I will score your use of astrology, which will be part of your final grade.
By the way, the first semester’s grades will account for thirty percent of the total score, so don’t take it lightly. That’s all for today!”
As soon as the “Astrology Class” ended, the classroom instantly filled with frequent discussions.
All the students in this classroom had a certain level of divination talent, but it was hard to say if anyone could really predict anything accurately.
Professor Metia only said she would score based on the application of astrology, but didn’t specify the criteria, leaving everyone uncertain.
But just as the class ended, Professor Metia boarded her pumpkin carriage and vanished in a blink.
Obviously, she wasn’t planning to explain it in detail to the students.
…
“December 19th, huh? It’s the last night of this semester. What should I divinate? I need to think about it carefully.”
Dark picked up Eevee and descended from the twelfth floor to the tenth floor of the Spiral Bell Tower, entering the clubroom of the Magical Animal Club.
Just a step behind, Rose also pushed open the door of the clubroom.
She walked toward Diana, who was struggling with the assignment, looking very troubled.
Divination was indeed unpredictable.
If someone like Eudora with such good talent wasn’t around, it really wasn’t easy to make accurate predictions.
Why were there so many false prophets nowadays?
It wasn’t because they wanted to tell lies; it was because they could only tell lies!
“Guh…”
Eevee rested its chin on Dark’s arm, looking equally dejected.
Although it had no academic worries, the performance in “Astrology Class” affected its status in its owner’s heart. Moreover, Dark linked this score with the red flower, so you know.
“Oh, I heard that the slots for the ‘Silver Cup’ eight-strong matches have been announced,” Dark asked to divert attention.
Upon hearing the key phrase “Silver Cup,” Diana’s ears perked up sharply.
Rose gave a helpless smile.
Dark asked curiously, “So what was the final result?”
Diana looked like she desperately wanted to speak but held back.
Rose shook her head, “What else could it be? It’s still those few people.”
Dark smiled, “Tell me, if I have free time tomorrow, I’ll go check it out.”
“Have time to watch the match but not to participate?” Rose rolled her eyes, “Anyway, eight people advanced. Let me count them for you.”
She started counting.
Dark listened intently.
Second year, four houses, Noble Academy, Knight Academy, Mana Academy, and Fool’s Academy.
Among them, two people from the Noble Academy qualified for the main event, but not Diana and Tudor… Instead, it was Diana and Pistons!
Hearing this, Dark couldn’t help being surprised, “Why Pistons?”
To be honest, he thought the candidates from the Noble Academy who could qualify for the main event should be Diana and Rose, and both had put in corresponding efforts.
But Rose’s expression was clear; she hadn’t successfully advanced.
Following this logic, Tudor, as the second-year prefect of the Noble Academy, naturally had a better chance.
However, Tudor didn’t advance, and instead, Pistons succeeded!
Dark pondered, “Is it because I haven’t paid enough attention to the ‘Silver Cup’ recently? Why am I a bit confused?”
Seeing his confusion, Rose regretfully explained, “My chances of winning duels are not high, and since I participated too many times, I was pulled down. If I had stopped earlier, I might have had a chance. As for Pistons, he came from behind with a very high win rate.”
“No wonder Tudor has been looking gloomy lately.” Dark speculated, “Could Pistons have created some kind of defense-overwhelming mana golem?”
Rose sighed, “Exactly, every time he successfully summons those steel-type mana golems, he almost never loses. It’s really unfair.”
If even Rose said it was unfair, it must be true.
Dark nodded, “How about the other academies?”
“Ah? Aren’t you going to comment on Diana? Diana advanced with the highest points!” Diana quickly interjected.
Rose rolled her eyes, “Diana’s win rate is high, and she has participated in many rounds, so currently, she leads in points.”
Diana defended, “It’s not just because I’ve participated more! Since Dark isn’t participating in the ‘Silver Cup,’ I’ll take the championship on his behalf!”
Dark blinked, “That might be a bit difficult, right?”
Diana: “Anything is possible!”
Rose continued, “Next is Knight Academy. Three people from Knight Academy advanced, one is Emma Maltis, another is Wit Gold, and the third is Justin Wayne. Currently, no one in Knight Academy can challenge their positions.”
“Mm.” Dark nodded, as expected.
Rose continued, “And in Mana Academy, one is Sarah Swati, and the other… is Heidi Euphemia.”
Dark asked, “What about Fool’s Academy?”
Rose replied, “Fool’s Academy is Vanessa Bolt.”
“Vanessa Bolt, huh?” Images of Vanessa Bolt appeared in Dark’s mind.
Vanessa Bolt is the second-year prefect of Fool’s Academy. She has ordinary looks, with shoulder-length brown hair, and her features aren’t particularly delicate.
But she is gentle and pleasant to look at. Her originally unhealthy body seems to have shown signs of development since she entered the second year.
Her first-year final exam scores were slightly above average, but after becoming the prefect, she showed a significant improvement.
Additionally, she is one of the five second-year students selected by Professor Kazel for the “Alchemy Class.”
Just this alone makes her hard to underestimate.
Now advancing to the main event as one of the top eight, it somewhat proves her capabilities.
“Hold on.” Dark suddenly paused, “So does this mean that among the four prefects of the second year, only Tudor was eliminated?”
