Chapter 295: d*ath That Cannot Be Revived
Several days have passed.
During these days, whenever I needed to attend rune classes, I would drag Sister Bai along. Our learning of rune literature has become mutually beneficial.
Rune literature can be considered the cornerstone of the extraordinary. Runes are merely the term used for rituals that channel extraordinary power after dissecting the ceremonies. It is widely known in the void.
As long as you study something related to extraordinary techniques at the academy, you will more or less encounter knowledge about runes, but not many people intentionally study them.
For Sister Bai, runes also represent the foundation of mastering true editing after becoming an extraordinary witch.
Although it is not a strict requirement for becoming an extraordinary witch, most extraordinary witches will learn this skill. Those who do not are mostly self-aware of their lack of talent or find that they cannot learn it after trying, rather than outright refusing to study it.
Moreover, many witches only grasp the basics of true editing; they might manage to create minor spellbooks, but when it comes to regular spellbooks, they can only copy them with some difficulty, let alone anything higher.
But let’s not forget that this is the Witch Academy, where there is a substantial number of extraordinary witches who confidently claim to create great spellbooks.
Such extraordinary witches may also take students, and naturally, the students they nurture cannot be lacking in capability…
Sister Bai’s mentor is somewhat like this, as I heard from Sister Bai that her mentor has not taught any courses, so she is likely one of those extraordinary witches. Although Sister Bai is no longer mentored by her, she maintains contact with her mentor, albeit with more freedom now.
The remaining time I spent learning alchemy from Betty Senior in the laboratory, while it has only been a few days, the knowledge I gained is not any less than that of rune literature, which requires payment to learn.
I have also gained a deeper understanding of alchemy, which is such a magical existence—achieving goals through means, whether those means are spells, refining rituals, or other methods. Anything accomplished following the principles of alchemy is alchemy itself, forming the alchemical technique.
Understood in this way, spells are also a kind of technique—a technique that utilizes extraordinary energy. Naturally, alchemy also employs energy means, so can the means of alchemical energy be equated with spells?
Theoretically, yes, because a unified theory exists, but this theory has yet to achieve completion, thus practically, it is not. Alchemy and spells are techniques shaped by two different philosophies, which can only be considered as an overlap and collision between techniques.
Learning is like this, especially when beginning something new, there are always many questions. As one learns, confusion arises, leading to a sense of bewilderment on the learning path. This requires engaging in other activities to distract from this bewilderment or to gain further understanding until they realize why they are studying it.
During these days, the nightmare incident has completely erupted at the Witch Academy.
At first, some people did not take it seriously, merely thinking they were having nightmares or being subjected to a nightmare curse as if by someone playing a prank.
After all, cursing spells are not uncommon within the Witch Academy.
However, as the scale widened and a phenomenon of spreading occurred, someone finally could not sit still.
By now, many sleeping students at the Witch Academy have had their consciousness dragged into the dream world.
The teachers are also quite at their wits’ end regarding this matter, at least that is how it appears externally.
When news reached from Senior Sisters outside the academy that many other extraordinary academies are experiencing similar situations, this matter finally gained serious attention, indicating that this issue is not limited to just the Witch Academy anymore.
Even the academy head, Mei Linde, has again stepped forward to “reassure” everyone, but knowing the inside story, I cannot help but marvel at how well the teachers at the Witch Academy are acting.
Naturally, the extraordinary witches that can serve in the Witch Academy understand quite a lot about various matters, and many have realized that this nightmare incident is part of the script progression. After all, the scent of fortune is such that any extraordinary witch, if they want to know, will always find a way.
However, not many witches are aware that this nightmare incident is orchestrated by Headmaster Mei Linde herself.
After all, it involves the Great Spellbook, the layout of the Fool Dream Race, and so on.
Speaking of the Great Spellbook, it is currently sealed within me by the headmaster, a method to prevent other extraordinary witches from sensing it.
According to the headmaster, if I were an extraordinary witch who possesses the Great Spellbook, other extraordinary witches might not rob it, but since I am not yet, they will definitely steal it.
The witch race has a very high degree of recognition among their kind, and fighting among witches is prohibited.
Even though I am a preparatory witch on the verge of becoming an extraordinary witch, I am still not officially one, and if something is to be stolen, it will be stolen.
Likewise, the unsolved extraordinary knowledge I gained upon the awakening of my talent is still not given to the headmaster. According to the exchange contract for the trial task, I am indeed supposed to give her a piece of extraordinary knowledge.
And this particular piece I currently possess is clearly the best option, as my current abilities can’t protect the Great Spellbook, and even if others discover the extraordinary knowledge, I cannot guard it either.
Furthermore, the headmaster promised that when I genuinely strive to research the extraordinary knowledge, if she has yet to turn this extraordinary knowledge into the Great Spellbook, she agrees to let me participate in the creation of this Great Spellbook and share all her research materials with me. Even if she succeeds, she will still provide me with this information, including the data on the Grand Wisdom Enlightenment Spell.
Although it seems like a pie in the sky, the research materials for the Great Spellbook are indeed precious resources.
For now, without absolute strength, I should simply comfort myself like this…
After all, for powerful individuals who are not research-oriented scholars, research materials hold no value; without extraordinary knowledge, even replicating the same Great Spellbook is impossible.
But unfortunately, I am not such a reckless individual. I can see its value; sometimes, finished products are not as priceless as their research materials.
At that moment, the headmaster finally contacted me again.
“Is it time to start… severing the Earth Vein Shackles? I wonder what form it will take this time…” I shook my head at the message on my phone; the headmaster is still so fond of being a riddle maker…
However, she did not reveal any more information or request me to visit the dream world, indicating that she wants me to take it as it comes.
However, at this moment, as the class leader of Class 14, after some classmates were affected by the incident, I should visit them.
At this moment, I handed over the items for my visit to the nurse senior here, as a way of expressing my concern.
If it were not for Ming Yun being affected by her talent while sleeping, and the others who were caught in their lazy sleep during a bright day, I would not have sympathized with anyone, nor would I have gone to visit.
Ming Yun’s talent is drowsiness, which became evident when she awakened. However, while being drowsy, she can quickly recover from negative states, such as fatigue, severe injuries, poisoning, and so on.
If this ability could be utilized well, it would undoubtedly be a divine skill, but it suddenly manifested at the very beginning, leaving her without the chance to strive. For an ordinary person, resisting a talent-level drowsiness is incredibly difficult. It is akin to staying up until three or four in the morning and still needing to muster the energy to study; it’s impossible to absorb anything.
The effects of drowsiness severely hindered her ability to master this talent.
Just as I turned around, I bumped into another person at the door.
“Yang Yuelan, what are you doing here?”
“Um… I should be the one asking you that, Luxien.” I looked at the approaching girl; it was indeed Luxien. Thinking back to when she was Lusen Polite from the Wizard Academy, she and now are entirely different people.
Adapting so quickly… and making friends, how enviable!
“I’m here to see my friend; is that reason enough? What about you, nominally the class leader of Class 14, only coming to ‘visit’ today after something happened in class…”
“I suggest you don’t speak to me so aggressively. I don’t owe you anything, nor do I owe anything to anyone in the class. Don’t project unrelated emotions onto others; it makes you look like a clown.” I smiled at Luxien.
Compared to someone like Tan Han, a true genius and the child of fortune to that extent, if a script had to determine a protagonist, I feel Luxien resembles a marionette that can be easily manipulated by fortune.
“You…” At this moment, Luxien took a few deep breaths to calm down; maybe my words got through to her.
“Well, are you alright now? If you’re fine, you can leave.”
“Mm, I’ll be leaving.” I nodded and waved goodbye as I brushed past her.
I respect her friendship with Ming Yun but find her inexplicable hostility strange. If my behavior was excessive during the exchange competition, it shouldn’t have been to this degree. Did she dislike me in the Witch Secret Realm?
Her dislike is her own issue; if she can blame others for it, that implies she’s lacking.
Also, her inexplicable nature of worrying about others was something I experienced during the Fool Village Secret Realm.
Another possibility is that at the time, I had fortune, so she had an extra unfocused grudge against me that she didn’t even realize. But now that my fortune has shifted, she doesn’t entangle with me much; that speculation does hold some ground.
But ultimately, why should I live up to someone else’s expectations of a class leader?
Perhaps I should find an opportunity to step down from this class leader role; I actually forgot why I wanted to take up this position in the first place. I think it was Teacher Ji who nominated me, but reflecting on this position now, it’s really… hard to describe.
If I had fought for it back then and not been the class leader, would things have evolved as they have now?
At that time, I would no longer be the class leader, there wouldn’t have been a new student competition, and I wouldn’t have been forced to participate in the academy exchange competition…
There wouldn’t be a stage to showcase myself, and I wouldn’t have any of the resources I have now.
Of course, that also means no problems, and life would flow as blandly as plain water, and my connection with my ex-girlfriend would be minimal; she wouldn’t recognize me…
All in all, there are both pros and cons.
But my own value is still worth affirming; at least with Teacher Ji valuing me, my development won’t be so dismal.
As I prepared to see how far the significant events at the Witch Academy have brewed, a call suddenly came through on my phone.
“Sister Bai’s?” I raised my eyebrow in surprise but still answered.
“Hello~ Sister Bai, why are you calling at this time?”
“Xiao Han, have you seen the latest news on the academy website? Where are you? Stay away from those who have fallen into dreams! I’m coming to find you.”
“What happened?” Hearing Sister Bai’s flustered voice made me feel uneasy. When was the last time Sister Bai called me so urgently? I had forgotten.
“There’s been… the first case of consciousness falling into dream-d*ath at Holy Angel Academy! Don’t investigate this matter; leave quickly. Didn’t you say you were going to see that classmate who fell into a dream? Don’t go! Listen, Xiao Han, leave that place as quickly as possible!”
At that moment, Bai Yu’s voice on the other end was almost shouting through my phone, her urgent emotions overflowing from the screen.
Without further ado, I left the medical room without looking back, but my mind was filled with what Sister Bai just said: d*ath!
All the way, I even forgot what else Sister Bai rushed to tell me in her hasty manner.
“Hello… Xiao Han, are you still listening?”
“Mm? Yes, Sister Bai, is there anything else you want to say?” I quickly replied.
“Xiao Han, have you left?”
“Mm, I’ve left. Thank you for the reminder, Sister Bai.”
“That’s good. Xiao Han, listen, you really shouldn’t get involved in this matter. I heard that regarding that d*ath case, some teachers from the Witch Academy have also gone there, and they still don’t know the specific situation. They are attempting to see if a resurrection spell can revive them, but the chances are slim; after all, you know each academy has its own resurrection methods. There’s no need to seek out the Witch Academy, nor will they let witches from the Witch Academy go there. So, Xiao Han, please don’t do anything foolish.”
“Understood.” I nodded; I am naturally very cautious about d*ath. After learning that there was a d*ath that could not be revived, along with the essence of life, I decided not to touch the bottom line of d*ath.
As for deliberately seeking out the Witch Academy, perhaps it’s because of the presence of the Truth Witch of the Soul there, hence the belief that the Witch Academy should possess soul-level resurrection spells…
After chatting with Sister Bai for a little longer, I ended the call.
At this moment, I was still quite puzzled. The headmaster explicitly told me that nightmares cannot k*ll people and that those affected were merely receiving a lesson. But is it really to the point of d*ath?
d*ath is a serious topic at any time. I have a sense of being deceived by the headmaster, but I do not believe that my current status, which the headmaster regards highly, is sufficient for me to confront her and inquire why this is the case.
Moreover, I have no obligation to ask her about these matters.
Therefore, the best approach to this matter is to observe what happens next. But let’s not forget that the headmaster mentioned helping me escape from the script, yet until now, I haven’t escaped.
I merely shifted the fortune on me; having lost my fortune, I am indeed a true pawn in the script.
However, the timing here seems too coincidental, making it hard not to suspect that this is one of the headmaster’s calculations.
After all, not long ago, the headmaster told me it was time to sever the Earth Vein Shackles, and then I went to visit my affected classmates; now I receive Sister Bai’s urgent reminder.
It is evident that once this matter spreads, its nature within the academy changes—it is d*ath!
No one is not afraid of d*ath.
Now… it seems we are entering a period of fear and suspicion among everyone.
Is this the trouble of knowing too much? Many matters cannot be publicly shared; it seems I can do many things, but I am still left merely watching.
As I pondered this, I collided again with a figure.
“Sorry, sorry…” I said while raising my head, only to meet a pair of smiling eyes. “Academy Head?”
“Mm, let’s walk together. You must have many questions.”
