Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 124 Distorted Talent

The black mud on Lyle's face was still spreading, as if to swallow him up.

"Lyle, hold on!" The scholar's silver chain began to dance, and the flow of magic power started a tug-of-war along the chain and the black mud on Lyle's body. The scholar controlled the magic power, like holding a precise scalpel, cutting the pollution Lyle's black mud excision.

But those weird substances kept coming, and Lyle's facial features were like a spring.

Treating the symptoms does not cure the symptoms.

"His soul is corrupting, and he needs to be appeased."

"But my strength is not enough." Medusa protruded from the back of Lyle's neck and crawled on his face.

"I will lend you magic power, Medusa, you remember the structure of the human soul, right?"

"As far as I remember, this is only slightly different from the structure of the ghost."

The scholar relaxed the input of magic power, and the black mud once again occupied his territory.

The chains connecting Lyle's legs were removed, and the legs under the black clothes began to change, like roasted caramel.

Lyle is gradually deviating from human beings. The skin on the surface of his body begins to roll up from bottom to top, turning into a rubber-like tissue.

It was like a small tide formed on the skin, rushing towards Laird's brow.

At the moment when Lyle's skin was completely transformed, and the fine undulations were about to merge between the eyebrows.

"It's now, Medusa!" The silver chains entangled with Medusa's slender waist, like a group of snakes dancing wildly.The deep blue magic envelops her body.

In the blue magic, two rays of light shot out, and Medusa screamed like a mad lady.

"This soul is mine!"

Where the light hits, the black mud is like a peeled eggshell, exposing the human skin underneath.

A chuckle.

The black mud disintegrated like fragments and dissipated into the air.

Lyle, changed back to normal, like, fell asleep.

"Success."

"Partially successful." The scholar turned his head and looked at the former talent ball in the magic circle. It was darker than the darkness of the deepest abyss.

"May empowerment be stronger than corruption."

. . . . . . .

Lyle just felt exhausted, as if he had attended Uncle Ralph's sheriff's training.

When he woke up, he found himself floating in mid-air, the only thing connecting him was Mr. Scholar's chain. He was standing not far away, looking at him, holding his beak mask in his hand.

seems to remember something.

Lyle swayed.

"I'm very sorry, teacher, I seem to have fallen asleep." Lyle stretched out his hand towards the beak mask. "Did the mask fall off accidentally?"

Mr. Scholar seemed to hesitate for a moment.

"Pay attention to camouflage in the future, epidemic doctor."

"Okay, teacher."

"Plague doctor, what do you think of Andrea?"

Not understanding why the scholar raised this question, Lyle still expressed his thoughts.

"Although everyone in Andrei is overwhelmed in some aspects, the school style is weird and scary, and life may be in danger at any time, but this is undoubtedly the best platform for me to look forward to the world, with my friends and Dear teacher, Andrea, is my home."

"Plague doctor, if Andrei had to face the world one day, and had to become the hostile side of the world, what would you do?"

"Then I will be the enemy of the world." Lyle tilted his head, "Could it be that Mr. Raymond has already started to harm other forces?"

Mr. Scholar seems to have made a decision.

"Plague Doctor, where's your ring, Andre's Ring?"

Lyall held out a finger with a ring on it.

Mr. Scholar's fingers stuck to the blue mask on his face, and with the sliding of his fingers, a cyan energy thread was peeled off.

"In the name of Morokui, share my wisdom with this son."

The thin thread was wrapped around Lyle's ring, and finally turned into a cyan pattern.

"If you encounter a big problem that you can't solve, epidemic doctor, maybe my knowledge can help you."

Similar to Ms. Elian's pager, it also has the ability to call for reinforcements.

"Thank you, teacher, but, shouldn't we start the bestowing ceremony?"

The scholar was silent for a moment.

"It's over, plague doctor, while you sleep."

???

With great doubts, Lyle looked at the magic circle, and a black mud ball was suspended in mid-air.

The ceremony is over?In your own dreams?Did I lose the opportunity to imagine, or did it become the form of my subconscious?
With a bit of apprehension and expectation, Lyle walked up.

"Shuishui?"

After calling softly, Yuanqiu responded.

A black tentacle slowly reached out to Lyle.

Lyle also stretched out his arms, just like Shuishui used to like to climb on his shoulders.

The two slowly approached and were finally blocked.

Medusa stands between the two.

"Medusa?"

Medusa didn't reply, she crawled towards Shui Shui along the tentacle, and slowly approached.

Maybe thinking that Medusa wanted to play with him, Shui Shui stretched out many tentacles, guiding Medusa to swim on his body.

After playing for a while, Medusa slipped back into Lyle's sleeve, and finally shook her head at Mr. Scholar.

The black tentacles finally touched Lyle's arm.

Just when Lyle thought Shui Shui would swim up as before.

The orb has changed.

From the center, a crack appeared, and the outermost layer of the skin was cut to two sides, exposing the inner rubber-like crystal. In the center of the black crystal, a ring of bright spots like a yellow flame was aimed at Lyle.

Lyle didn't react at first, until the two skins closed and split again.

There was a panic.

It was a huge black eyeball.

A tentacled black eyeball.

This is what his talent looks like now.

Seeing the tentacles crawling towards him, the huge eyeball stared at him firmly.Lyle looked at the scholar, "Teacher, is there something wrong?"

The scholar removed his chains. "Face it, Lyall, it's a creation of your subconscious mind."

Is my subconscious mind just such a tentacle eyeball with a strong sense of strangeness?

It seems that there is no problem.

In my previous life, I was obsessed with some strange monster illustrations. Maybe I also liked this kind of grotesque style, or maybe it was because I stayed in Andre for a long time, and my thinking mode has been out of mortals.

Looking at it this way, this boy with big eyes is a little cute?

But the name Shui Shui no longer suits her.

"How about calling you meaty in the future?" Now the touch feels like a huge piece of meat.

Rourou didn't answer, her tentacles were adapting to Lyle, and she was thinking about how to hang herself on Lyle like a koala.

That big eye was fixed on Lyall's profile.

The prolonged stare made Lyall uncomfortable.

"Fatty, can you stop looking at me with your big eyes?"

Rourou seemed to understand.

The big eye closed, and even the cracks were healed together.

Then, on the sphere, like strawberry spots, countless small eyes opened, and nearly a hundred small eyes stared at Lyle, enough to cause trypophobia to attack.

Look straight up, squint, look down, look up.

Lyall felt the fear of being the center of attention.

(End of this chapter)