Chapter 77: Would You Accompany Me for a Walk?
“As the Student Council President, you don’t even understand the most basic etiquette of respecting teachers and valuing education.”
Mr. Silver angrily flicked his tail and complained to the direction where Akshia had left.
“If I had known that Starry University was filled with troubled students, I wouldn’t have accepted that old man’s invitation to become the director here.”
If it were an ordinary student, Mr. Silver could have punished them slightly by deducting points from their respective colleges.
But Akshia had already ranked first as the Student Council President, standing at the pinnacle among the students of Starry University. Mr. Silver truly had no means of punishing her.
Of course, Mr. Silver had his secret tactic, which was to exile her into his exclusive Sub-Dimension for confinement, just like he did with Isda.
However, Akshia’s Night Blade was too dangerous, and Mr. Silver was genuinely worried about his alternate space—one slip and he could be cut down by the “d*ath’s Messenger.”
To Mr. Silver, that Sub-Dimension not only served as a means of confinement but also functioned as a personal storage space.
If he were really cut down, there would be no place to store even a little dried fish.
“Well, there’s nothing that can be done, Mr. Silver.”
“If they weren’t troubled students, we wouldn’t be able to become Night Travelers, nor would we awaken the Night Blade.”
Rast raised his hand and casually ruffled Mr. Silver’s furry head.
“And you, you little guy.”
Mr. Silver immediately fluffed up, breaking free from Rast’s hand and jumping onto his head.
He glanced down at Rast and found the boy’s gaze still lingering at the hospital room door, which was the direction Akshia had already vanished.
“What’s wrong? Still thinking about Young Xiya?”
A glimmer of slyness flickered in Mr. Silver’s ruby-like beast eyes. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll tell Young Tina?”
“If you don’t want me to tell on you, remember to bribe me. My demands aren’t high; just that grilled fish cake from the cake shop you mentioned earlier.”
“It doesn’t matter; if you want to tell Hiltina, then go ahead,” Rast laughed.
After spending some time with Mr. Silver, he had a general idea of the director’s behavioral logic.
This weasel director acted quite gluttonous, as if he constantly needed the feeding from others, throwing a fit if he didn’t receive any.
But in fact, as the director of the Magical Creatures Research Institute, and considering his own rank… if he truly wanted to eat something, let alone a common grilled fish cake, even royal delicacies would not be difficult to acquire.
The reason he often acted so greedy, in Rast’s view—
Was actually just to naturally remain close to him, Hiltina, and others for extended periods of intimate contact.
Of course, in Mr. Silver’s own words, it was called “investment.”
It can only be said that this weasel had perfectly embodied the term “tsundere.”
He looked in the direction where Akshia had left: “I was just thinking, what did Akshia mean when she said… we are of the same kind?”
“In a sense, you and Young Xiya are indeed of the same kind.”
Mr. Silver lazily perched on Rast’s head and yawned.
“Since you’ve personally experienced Young Xiya’s treatment, you should also understand how she became a doctor.”
“‘d*ath’s Messenger’ can issue a command to all living beings within its domain to d*e instantly, harvesting their lives.”
“And if this command is applied to diseased organs, cells, or bacteria… or, like just now, directly killing the evil god’s curse that entangled you, then it naturally can heal the injured.”
“However, ‘payment and return must be equal,’ and ‘risk and reward coexist,’ have always been the iron rules of the Extraordinary Domain.”
“Such a powerful Night Blade like d*ath’s Messenger certainly requires a cost when used.”
Mr. Silver paused slightly.
“The God of d*ath tolls the funeral bell in your ear, feeling life being slowly stripped away… that experience of being on the brink of d*ath is not pleasant at all.”
“Even an ordinary person, being affected during treatment, would experience extreme pain at the moment of d*ath that triggers the brain’s protective mechanisms, causing them to forcibly forget that painful experience.”
“But as the master of d*ath’s Messenger—”
“Every time the Night Blade is activated, while extracting another’s life, that experience of pain bordering on d*ath will return to Young Xiya multiplied by ten or a hundred times.”
“This is the price of the Night Blade. As the Angel of d*ath, one must personally experience d*ath and fully understand the weight of life… to be qualified to wield the scythe of life and d*ath.”
Mr. Silver glanced at Rast.
“Under normal circumstances, the subjects Young Xiya treats will inevitably be affected by the aftershocks of d*ath’s Messenger, forgetting their entire experience due to the pain of being on the verge of d*ath.”
“Originally, we had hoped to make you forget those things you shouldn’t have heard.”
But now it seemed this guy hadn’t been affected at all.
That painful experience, which could leave a lifelong psychological shadow, didn’t even manage to make Rast furrow his brows.
But upon further thought, it seemed normal.
According to Hiltina, this guy had experienced every possible d*ath during the cycles at Deep Blue Harbor.
Three hundred years, one hundred thousand deaths—his frequency of nearing d*ath was likely not much different than Akshia’s. Trying to leave him with a psychological shadow was indeed a fool’s dream.
“I think that’s why Young Xiya said you and she are of the same kind.”
Mr. Silver sighed.
If ordinary people would wet their pants at the sight of the God of d*ath’s shadow,
Then Akshia and Rast were the type who would regularly go and tug on the God of d*ath’s beard.
One could only say that nobody who could enter Starry University was normal.
“By the way, why are you so concerned about Young Xiya?”
Mr. Silver looked at Rast with a hint of suspicion in his eyes.
“You wouldn’t actually have feelings for her, would you? What about Young Tina?”
“I am indeed somewhat concerned about Student President Akshia.”
Rast nodded honestly. “But I’m more concerned about her Night Blade.”
“I feel a connection to this Night Blade.”
“I knew it—”
Mr. Silver felt a headache coming on. “Your Night Blade Copy Eye can replicate other skills, but usually, the stronger the opponent’s ability, the harder it is to successfully copy.”
“Given the danger of d*ath’s Messenger and Young Xiya’s rank, you should be unable to copy…”
As he was halfway through, Mr. Silver’s words suddenly stopped.
He suddenly remembered that this unique Sequence that belonged only to him had been sneaked away by Rast, who learned the ability of ‘Whispers Under the Moonlight’ in just a few days.
Although theoretically, Akshia’s highly dangerous Night Blade should not be replicable,
But what if?
This guy was best at breaking the norm.
When he emerged alive from Calamity Echo at a rank two position, he had no idea how many academy high-ups had their jaws dropped.
Watching those usually serious old fossils rendered speechless, Mr. Silver felt quite pleased.
“Even if you could successfully replicate Young Xiya’s Night Blade, it’s best not to mess around.”
Mr. Silver’s tone grew unusually serious.
“According to the data from the Ruins Institute, Young Xiya’s ‘d*ath’s Messenger’ is classified as the highest specification even within the list of extreme danger Night Blades, directly categorized under ‘Forbidden’.”
“Due to the extreme danger and uncontrollability of ‘d*ath’s Messenger’… once exposed, it could attract the attention of secret organizations across the continent and various nations.”
“Young Xiya’s information circulates very little, and her whereabouts are not fixed… which is precisely why the school protects her.”
“If you don’t want to suddenly disappear outside of school or get captured for dissection, even if you replicate it, it’s best not to casually expose it in front of others.”
“Of course.”
Rast nodded earnestly.
In the realm of extraordinary beings, it’s not about courageously climbing to the peak; the longer you survive, the more you’re worth praising.
If possible, he wouldn’t mind becoming a crafty old schemer.
……
Rast’s body had improved significantly thanks to numerous alchemical potions.
However, due to that Black Flame Curse within him, his body had been unable to heal until now.
And at this moment, with that Black Flame Curse being erased by Akshia, Rast had successfully passed all the tests at the school hospital and was discharged.
As Rast stood at the entrance of the school hospital, taking deep breaths of the fresh outdoor air and contemplating whether to hit the shooting range for a few thousand shots to warm up and shake off the rust,
The refreshing morning breeze brought the nostalgic scent of violet.
A girl dressed in a pure white long dress was leaning against the stone railing at the entrance. She hugged her knees, swaying her feet gently as if quietly waiting for someone.
The morning sunlight filtered through the treetops, casting light on her fair face, her brown hair reflecting softly.
It was Hiltina.
This was the second time Rast had seen Hiltina in an outfit other than her red and white knight armor; the last time was in the depths of Frozen Water Town at night.
Moreover, for some reason,
For the first time, Rast felt that Hiltina didn’t carry the strict, tense aura she always had.
Noticing Rast’s gaze, Hiltina lightly jumped down from the railing and approached him.
She then extended her fair hand towards him, inviting him.
“In celebration of your discharge…”
“Shall we go for a walk at the school festival?”
(End of Chapter)
