People in Yu-Gi-Oh! The hyper-converged audience is also integrated

Chapter 318 Uncharted Territory - Serpent's Life Bell

With a muffled thud, Morey slammed onto the cold dueling platform like a broken piece of rotten wood.

He coughed heavily, his throat making a hoarse, bellowing sound, each inhalation like swallowing razor blades.

On the chest of the tough examiner's uniform, a deep claw mark, revealing bone, was torn open, its edges curled up, charred black, as if it had been branded with a hot iron.

"Professor Morey!" Midius was the first to react, scrambling up the platform, his voice shrill and distorted with shock.

The other elites hurriedly followed, staggering as they tried to help Morey up, but dared not touch the horrific wound.

"This wound is..." Lyra covered her mouth in distress.

Medeus' trembling fingers parted his torn clothes, revealing clear claw marks that had ripped his chest. He suddenly tilted his head back and roared with all his might towards the audience.

"Medical team! Quickly!"

The voice echoed anxiously in the empty dueling arena.

In the audience, the dean of students had a livid face, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Morey and 0748.

His old eyes, sunken deep in their sockets, narrowed to slits. No matter how he scrutinized 0748, he could never make out the numbered civilian hidden beneath the black robe.

This is too bizarre, absolutely too bizarre.

The entire dueling arena fell silent.

The thousands of people who were just moments ago making a great commotion now seemed to have their throats choked, with only heavy, suppressed breathing sounds remaining.

All those thousands of eyes were focused on the figure in black robes.

It was no longer the previous contempt or curiosity, but a mixture of horror, fear, and a deeper sense of apprehension.

"He won...he...he really won with Kuriboh..."

One of the test takers muttered to himself in a soft voice.

"What exactly is that last monster?"

"Examiner Morey... actually lost to a numbered citizen..."

Most people just opened their mouths, their Adam's apples bobbing, but couldn't make a sound.

In the front row, an elite student who usually idolized Morey clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulging, and his hands trembled slightly.

He suddenly stood up, facing 0748, about to roar in anger.

0748 slowly turned her head and glanced at him indifferently.

The elite student shuddered violently, as if gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand. His whole body turned ice-cold, and his clenched fist slowly loosened, falling limply to the ground.

There are many people like him.

Anger and resentment churned within them, yet no one dared to utter a word.

0748 calmly glanced around; no one was calling out to him, which didn't surprise him.

No one wants to admit that a numbered citizen is doing a better job than themselves.

He knew it when he was 12 years old.

If the world is hostile to you, running away is useless; no matter how fast you run, you can't outrun prejudice.

Flattery is useless; it only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. When you lose your value, hostility will resurface.

Unconditional love does not exist.

But there is one thing that is very useful, and that is the most primitive, oldest and deepest emotion of mankind—fear.

This emotion is so profound that it can extinguish other emotions in a person's heart, such as contempt and disgust, and of course, it can also drown out love and affection.

"I'm sorry." 0748 said expressionlessly, offering a soft apology to Morey, who was receiving treatment.

To be fair, Morey, the examiner, had no grudge against him; at most, he just made some casual remarks. Then, Morey became a sacrifice for him to establish his authority at the academy, which is indeed against the code of conduct.

"Why?" Medius glared angrily at 0748, "why did you have to use such force!"

Faced with this question, 0748 remained silent and offered no explanation.

He was somewhat wronged in this respect.

During the duel, there is actually an "other me" interfering, and I don't know how to hold back.

It was a strange illusion that whenever he was confused about a duel, his mind would quickly come up with a solution.

Another version of me seems to be very good at duels, such as how to build a deck based on [Kuriboh]. It sounds abstract to a normal person, but he actually came up with a deck idea. Strangely enough, he had never seen many of the cards before.

That's not scientific; no one can imagine a card they've never seen before.

But the other one cannot speak, nor can the blank paper perceive it, and its influence is getting weaker and weaker.

He seemed—

dying.

He only has a "last gasp" during a duel; he doesn't want to shout out the name of his move when declaring an attack, but he just can't help it.

If you call out the name of the move, Kaling will think you're going to use your full strength and will hit harder.

This is another one of my fault.

They had a blast, but they also created a mess.

The entrance exam resulted in a teacher being sent to the emergency room; the school legend is born, and the bully persona is firmly established.

"I'm sorry," 0748 apologized sincerely again, "I couldn't control myself."

They seemed to want to say something, but dared not speak it.

0748 didn't want to drag it out and asked directly, "Excuse me, have I passed?"

"You beat the teacher like this, and you still want to take the exam?!" Medeus roared at 0748 in a fit of rage.

He couldn't understand how this person could be so shameless!

“The one who should reflect on their inability to withstand the spiritual impact is the examiner, not me,” 0748 said indifferently. “Besides, the rules don’t say that you can’t injure the examiner.”

"You bastard—" Midius glared angrily, resolutely opened the Duel Disk, and wanted to have a duel on the spot.

"Stop!" Just as the two were about to clash, the head of the teaching department stood up, looked at 0748, and said coldly, "You've passed the test."

Upon hearing this, Medeus turned to look at the headmaster in astonishment, his arm frozen in mid-air: "Why?"

The audience erupted in commotion, snapping photos at an alarming rate.

"A win is a win," the head of teaching said coldly, then turned to look at a silent woman on the judges' panel.

She was a woman with a pretty face but a serious expression, dressed in a well-fitting instructor's uniform.

“Elsie.” His voice left no room for argument. “Ring number 7, you will take over from Morey.”

Upon hearing this, the female examiner named Elsie stood up and simply replied, "Understood."

She walked steadily, without making any unnecessary movements, straight to ring number 7.

The high heels clicked crisply and rhythmically on the metal floor.

The teaching assistant in charge of taking notes was stunned for a moment, then recovered from the sudden turn of events.

He cleared his throat, glanced at the list in his hand, and announced loudly, "Next up, number 111 on stage number seven, please come up for the assessment—"

The sound spread throughout the empty examination hall, dispelling the suffocating atmosphere.

A new assessment is about to begin.

The discussion about 0748 completely erupted around the academy.

The "legend" of Kuriboh defeating Examiner Morey spread throughout the entire Divine Arts Academy, both inside and outside, in a very short time.

"Have you heard? This year's freshman assessment produced a guy with the number 'Min Meng'!"

"He's not just a strongman, he's a god! He beat Morey with a Kuriboh! He physically beat him!"

"Really? Numbered citizens? Kuriboh? You're kidding me! What else can these two do besides being cute?"

"Pictures don't lie! It's said that thousands of people witnessed it! Morey's Hyperion was tossed around by a bunch of Kuriboh derivatives! Can you believe it?"

"The person was seriously injured and is currently in the infirmary."

"Holy crap! This...this is a lot of information, I need to process this..."

"I need the decklist! I need the replay! I want to worship this master!"

"Forget about the construction; most people can't handle it."

"You're talking nonsense. Don't you want to ask around? Are there any structures that I, Varus, can't handle?"

"It's said to have 60 cards, and each monster only comes with one Kuriboh."

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"This build can win? I'd better go and see what kind of genius this is!"

On the college's forum, related posts sprang up like mushrooms after rain, their popularity soaring and quickly climbing to the top of the homepage's trending topics.

[Shocking! An unknown citizen with a special number brutally defeated Examiner Morey with a Kuriboh deck]

[Technical Analysis Post: The True Form of the Kuriboh Formation]

[This newbie is trembling with fear. Are entrance exams this tough these days? Am I playing the same game as him?]

[Godly Combo: These two cards, when combined, can get you any Spell/Trap card, then add two more of any Spell/Trap cards]

Various memes, jokes, and analyses emerged one after another.

The name 0748, and his astonishing Kuriboh deck, left a lasting mark on this year's Divine Arts Academy assessment.

The person involved, 0748, has already left the Divine Arts Academy, or more accurately, left what most people consider the "real world".

The surroundings were no longer the noisy examination site, nor the ancient and technologically advanced buildings within the academy.

This is a land beyond the gods, a realm beyond the boundaries.

A place of extreme solitude.

There was no bustling crowd, no birdsong or fragrant flowers, not even a breeze could be felt. Above, a huge, dynamically rotating full moon hung overhead, and below was a body of water where one could walk without sinking, the surface calm and still.

All around was a vast expanse of darkness.

0748's hood was pulled low, revealing only his taut jawline. He stood silently on the boundary between water and night, gazing at the colossal object before him—

Connected to his consciousness is a "node" in this secret realm—the Serpent's Life Bell.

It was a giant snake with an eerie purple body, its head and tail joined together to form a perfect circle, its mouth wide open, devouring its own tail.

There are thirteen seats around the snake.

Inside its coiled ring, there is not nothing but a huge clock face.

There are no markings on the clock face, only three hands of different shapes—the hour hand is thick and steady, the minute hand is long and sharp, and the second hand is as thin as a silk thread. At this moment, they are stubbornly jumping one by one at a heart-pounding frequency.

Each beat was accompanied by a soft "click," which sounded exceptionally clear in this deathly silent world.

At the intersection of the three pointers, a card floats in the air.

It was that card that shone brightly in the duel, and could even be said to have turned the tide—[Transaction Rollback].

However, this [Transaction Rollback] card is different from a regular card.

Its card face is surrounded by an extremely fine yet dense black halo.

The halo was extremely small, clinging tightly to the edge of the card, only the size of a palm, and difficult to detect, but 0748 was very familiar with it.

This wasn't his first time in this godforsaken place.

No matter how many times he came, every time he saw that black halo, he would feel a shiver from the depths of his soul.

"Brother..." A muffled voice, trembling slightly, came from inside the hood, "This damn thing...maybe we should just stop feeding it?"

She tried to make her voice sound as lively as usual, but the weakness in the last syllable betrayed her inner unease.

"If you don't feed it, then you'll raise me," 0748 said helplessly.

He stared at the black halo, took out his deck, took out three [Transaction Rollback] cards, and slightly opened his hand.

Then, the three [Transaction Rollback] cards seemed to be controlled by some kind of gravity, slowly flying into the air, scattering a blue shadow line that connected to the [Transaction Rollback] card with a black halo in the center of the Serpent's Life Bell.

"Buzz—" The three [Transaction Rollback] cards vibrated violently in mid-air, then gradually lost their light, fell from mid-air, and returned to 0748's hand.

The spirituality accumulated over the past month has been cleared away.

At the same time, the [Transaction Rollback] function on the Serpent's Fate Bell also underwent a subtle change, with a small portion of the patterns in the black halo brightening slightly.

This is what 0748 meant by "feeding"—using the spirituality of other "transaction rollbacks" to power up this "transaction rollback" with its black halo.

Once the energy reaches a certain level, the 'Clock Master' or his administrator can use the 'Travel' function of the Serpent Life Clock once.

By sitting in the Snake Life Bell, you can experience a journey through time.

But all of these are pseudo-time travels. Just like the character "钟" (zhong), it will eventually return to its origin. Time travel is temporary. After the spiritual energy is released, the time traveler will have to return to the original time and space.

The advantage is that time travelers can bring back some things from the time and space they travel to.

For example, the [Spirit Disk] and [Death Message] in his deck were stolen from a person named Bakura, and the [Proliferation] was stolen from the protagonist who had a starfish hairstyle. Although these cards were not expensive to buy, they were stolen and had the protagonist's luck and bond with him!
Whether it was bad luck or fate, it seemed that every time he traveled through time, the people he encountered were—

Are they both villains?
Every time he passed through, his opponents were surrounded by a bunch of righteous people, while he himself didn't have a single ghost by his side, and he was still smiling healthily.

Bakura, Hubert, and Kiryu were all repeatedly beaten up by the 'protagonist'.

Strangely enough, the people he transmigrated into seemed to have originally been the main characters' companions, but after he transmigrated, they were infected by demonic energy and turned evil.

Could it be my fault?
It's unknown whether these people reconciled with the protagonist later. After each defeat, he was forced to leave that time and space and return to the Serpent's Life Bell.

Every time it comes back, it makes a loud "ah ah ah" sound.

In the time-space travel, if the possessed character is injured, the body of the Serpent's Fate Bell must also suffer the same damage.

No card comes easily; it either costs money or your life.

Moreover, each seat on the Snake Fate Bell can only be traversed once. He has already used it six times, and there are still six more to go. The thirteen seats can only be traversed twelve times because one seat is special.

The 12 seats are arranged around the ouroboros, each corresponding to a point in the hour, while the 13th seat is placed outside the clock, making it seem more like—an audience member?
This seat doesn't seem to have any function, and there's nothing unusual about sitting on it. I don't know what it's for yet; I'll probably have to complete 12 time travels to find out. Hopefully, I'll be able to travel into the main characters' bodies for the last six times; I don't want to suffer anymore.

"Brother," Bai Zhi said with concern, "maybe we shouldn't play this anymore. I have a feeling that something bad will happen after we time travel 12 times."

“If we don’t play this game,” 0748 said, his voice steady and emotionless, “there will be no future.”

For maggots struggling in the gutter like them, "future" is a ridiculously luxurious word.

Rare and extraordinary cards are too expensive. A set of 60 NR cards is only around 150,000. If he works hard and saves up for a few years, he can still afford it.

His "Monster Gate" card, which had just shone brightly in the assessment, saw its price soar to 120,000 per card.

What can an ordinary person use to build a strong deck? Their life?
Yes, some people are really risking their lives.

He, 0748, chose a more direct, but also more dangerous, path—making a deal with the Snake Life Bell.

He looked down at the three lifeless "Transaction Rollback" cards in his hand, rubbed them a couple of times, and muttered to himself, "Keep feeding them, for the sake of the dream."

"Dreams?" Bai Zhi was taken aback and asked in confusion, "We still have such things? Isn't it about taking it one day at a time, and considering it a victory if we can catch our breath a little longer?"

"Of course! I want to be a doctor!"

"Doctor, brother, I don't mean to discourage you, but what do we have to do with doctors at all?"

"I want to be a doctor!" 0748 shouted again, turning and leaving the Uncharted Territory, "and then I'll cut you up again!"

Over the years, he has consulted many doctors, and 80% of them, upon seeing the "buy one get one free" setup under his hood, immediately underwent a three-stage reaction, from astonishment to fear to "you'd better find someone else."

The remaining 20% ​​are either seasoned veterans or reckless young people who are not afraid of danger.

Instead of being scared away, they surrounded him, marveling at him as if he were some rare treasure. After studying him for a long time, they finally shrugged and said, "This situation is unheard of and unseen. Forgive my ignorance, but I am truly powerless to help. Why don't you try going to the vet next door?"

They're all quacks, I'll have to do it myself!
"Waaah... Brother, brother, do you really want to cut me off like that..." From inside the hood, Bai Zhi's voice changed again, with a sobbing tone, the kind of whimpering that was deliberately faked and could give you goosebumps.

"I...I just wanted to spend more time with my brother...How could you be so heartless...Waaah...So mean...Waaah..."

She was making soft whimpering noises, like the rustling of a small animal's claws scratching at fabric.

If nothing unexpected happens.

In three seconds, she'll start licking, licking the neck, licking the earlobes, and then she'll start biting, making 0748 feel a mix of tingling, numbness, and pain. Through these little actions, she expresses the immense injustice she has suffered.

Fortunately, 0748 had gotten used to it, kept his steps firm, and ignored her performance.

Three days later, 0748 successfully enrolled in the Divine Arts Academy.

As its motto states, the Divine Arts Academy accepts people of all races. Not only did they not care about his beating up of the examiner, but they even felt a strange enthusiasm for him after seeing his two heads.

Later, he understood why the college had been so welcoming to him.

The headmaster of the Divine Arts Academy was a three-headed man, but his head was sewn on later.

The dean immediately announced that he would be exempted from all his fees at the academy, which meant that his room, board, and tuition would be covered, and the period would be permanent.

He said, "From now on, just treat the Divine Arts Academy as your home."

0748 was just a polite remark, and I didn't pay much attention to it. I enrolled normally.

In his studies, his two heads showed a great advantage, and his absorption and memory of knowledge were twice that of a normal person.

What would normally take a person four years to complete in general medical studies, he finished in a year and a half. In his spare time, he would also help the academy with team competitions to increase his reputation.

No matter how many times he won, he always felt that he couldn't fit in with the other four, including Midius. They were just friends on the surface, and on days without a match, they basically didn't contact each other.

Until one day, the dean noticed his talent in medicine and took him to a basement.

I told him I'd show him another side of the Divine Arts Academy.

The dean extended a wrinkled hand and gently pressed it on the snake-shaped badge.

"Click——"

The metal door slid open silently, and a cool breeze, mixed with disinfectant and carrying a sweet, rotten smell, rushed in from behind it.

0748 paused, his brow furrowing slightly beneath his hood.

"This is--"

He stepped inside, and the sight before him caused his already numb heart to clench slightly.

What came into view was not an ordinary laboratory.

This is an underground space that is larger than one can imagine, with towering domes and countless thick pipes and lines winding around it like blood vessels, emitting a deep hum.

The passageway, paved with metal grates, stretches forward, flanked by rows of enormous glass culture tanks that seem to stretch as far as the eye can see.

The tank was as tall as two people and filled with a murky culture medium that glowed with an eerie light.

Through the blurry glass, one can vaguely see various biological tissues floating inside the jar: twisted limbs, beating hearts, and other grotesque creations that defy description and only appear in nightmares.

Countless fine tubes connect these culture tanks, injecting liquids of various colors into them to maintain the bizarre existence of these "life forms".

"Glug... Glug..." Strings of bubbles rose from the culture medium from time to time.

Bai Zhi gasped from inside the hood, his voice trembling: "Brother...brother...what...what kind of place is this? So many...so many chunks of meat...ugh..."

She was truly disgusted by the sight before her and gagged.

0748 ignored her, his attention drawn to a row of culture tanks further inside.

The culture tanks were more sophisticated in construction, and the culture medium inside was clearer. Immersed in them were naked human figures.

To be precise, there are countless—Mediaus.

Mediatus the Immaculate.

These "Medis" had their eyes closed and their faces expressionless, like sleeping wax figures, quietly suspended in the liquid.

One row, two rows, three rows...

Looking around, there were at least a hundred such culture tanks, each containing a Median who was dormant.

"These are... clones?" 0748 frowned, his voice hoarse.

“No, not entirely.” The dean walked to a culture tank and answered with the head on his left, the expression on which was filled with fanaticism. “Each of them is a unique ‘material’ with infinite possibilities.”

“Materials.” 0748 pondered the word, silently looking at the “Medis” and then at the strange biological structures around him, a guess forming in his mind.

"There's so much material."

What do you want to fuse?

"Melting what? Hahaha." The dean's middle head laughed, the laughter sounding particularly eerie. "I don't know, I don't know, hahaha!"

"I don't know" should be a word of confusion, but he shouted it with extraordinary excitement and fervor.

"For—the grand fusion!" The head on the right of the dean spoke, his voice high-pitched and possessing a seductive power, "The perfect, ultimate life form that transcends all! That will be the pinnacle of evolution, the prototype of gods!"

"And you." The Dean's three heads focused their gazes on 0748 simultaneously, their eyes filled with complex emotions, a mixture of admiration, greed, and a kind of obsessive fanaticism. "0748, you are a surprise, a gift from heaven."

"A natural fusion..."

"I see hope in you, and I see the key to realizing my dream!"

0748 listened quietly, his face beneath the hood expressionless.

He recalled his experiences over the years, the helplessness of those quack doctors, and the bizarre transactions involving the snake-life bell.

Conventional medicine had long since given up hope for his condition.

Perhaps, only by resorting to such taboo and insane methods can a glimmer of hope be found.

He looked up and met the dean's gaze; beneath the shadow of the hood, his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

"You're so good at fusion, so you must be good at cutting too, right?" 0748 asked calmly.

The dean's three heads simultaneously revealed smiles, smiles that were both eerie and satisfied.

“Of course,” the middle head said slowly, his tone filled with pride and allure. “That’s how we came to be.”

"What do I need to give in return?" 0748 asked directly.

There's no such thing as a free lunch; he's understood that principle since he was a child.

“Your genes,” the dean’s right head answered swiftly, making no attempt to conceal its purpose, “your physical data, everything about you. In exchange, I will impart forbidden biology to you without reservation.”

"I can also help you with the separation, so you can be a normal person again and no longer have to suffer those strange looks."

"Brother..." Bai Zhi hesitated and unease as he spoke from inside the hood, "This old monster... he seems to have ill intentions... his eyes, eh..."

0748 did not answer immediately.

He looked at the "Medius" immersed in the culture tanks, at the twisted biological tissues, and felt the madness and taboo atmosphere that permeated the laboratory.

He suddenly raised the corners of his mouth and gave a cold smile: "I'll join."

Upon hearing this, the dean's smile on his three heads grew even brighter, like a fox that had succeeded in its scheme.

"A wise choice," the middle head exclaimed with satisfaction. "From today onward, this place is fully open to you. Child, go and learn, go and explore, go and experience the deepest secrets of life!"

"Brother, are we really going to do research here?" Bai Zhi asked, her voice trembling with tears. "I'm scared... I'm scared we'll turn into those pieces of meat in those jars too..."

“Fear is the right thing to do.” 0748’s voice was soft, his gaze icy. “Only by feeling fear will you crave to live more.”

After that, it was experiment after experiment, day after day.

In a corner of the underground laboratory, a surveillance camera silently rotated, clearly transmitting 0748's every move to the screen in the dean's office.

Eight years have passed in the blink of an eye; it was just an ordinary day.

Inside the office, the dean's middle head looked at 0748, who was concentrating on the experiment on the screen, and a mysterious smile appeared on his lips. The other two heads were closed, as if they were savoring something.

"Perfect material...perfect body..."

"Great!"

"Can't we start slaughtering him yet? Ah—I can't take it anymore, I really want to eat him."

"No, just a little longer, he's about to succeed."

"boom--!"

The alloy door, which required special authorization to open, suddenly blasted open inwards!

Through the smoke, several figures dressed in black combat uniforms rushed into the room.

The dean's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively reached out his young hand and quickly slammed a hidden button on the desk to turn off the surveillance.

"Dean of the Divine Arts Academy." A cool, authoritative female voice came from behind the smoke. "The Alliance Special Agents Team suspects you of conducting forbidden experiments. Please assist in the investigation."

As the smoke gradually dissipated, the woman in the lead emerged. It was Immy, dressed in a smart special agent uniform, holding an arrest warrant bearing the Alliance's insignia.

The head on the dean's left forced a smile, his voice trembling slightly: "Investigator Immy, isn't there some misunderstanding? The Divine Arts Academy is a dueling experiment academy, so how can there be any taboos?"

The head on the right was even more agitated, glaring at Immy: "This is slander! This is a frame-up! Where's the evidence? There's no evidence; you're trespassing!"

"Just assisting with the investigation, please come with us." Immy waved his hand, and several AI police officers stepped forward and handcuffed the dean.

The dean's expression shifted across his three heads, but in the end, he chose to remain silent.

When he was escorted out of the office by the special agents and arrived at the college square, it was already crowded with students who had come after hearing the news.

"Isn't that the dean? How did he get arrested by the secret service?"

"I heard they're conducting some kind of illegal experiment. My God, would the dean do something like that?"

"The reputation of the Divine Arts Academy is going to plummet..."

Hearing these comments, the dean took a deep breath and said fiercely, "The special agents have arrested people without any evidence, causing damage to the academy's reputation. Don't blame me for taking them to the Holy Domain!"

“Evidence, hahaha—” Immy couldn’t help but laugh out loud. She turned her head and looked at the dean not far behind her, her voice tinged with amusement, “He said he wants evidence, what do you think?”

The dean's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of foreboding gripped him instantly.

Who is she talking to?

Until a familiar voice came from behind him.

“I have plenty of evidence.”

The dean shuddered violently, stiffly turning his three heads to look behind him.

Then, he saw it.

A figure so familiar that it made his soul tremble was standing there quietly.

It's him!

Number: 0748!

That was his most prized "work," into which he poured eight years of effort and meticulously cultivated it, considering it the perfect "material" and "container"!
"You betrayed me—!" The dean's three heads roared hoarsely, their faces flushed red with extreme horror and ferocity.

0748 slowly raised his head, and under the shadow of the hood, a pair of eyes calmly met the three pairs of eyes of the dean, eyes filled with shock, anger and despair.

Then he laughed.

The smile was faint, carrying a chilling and mocking quality that seemed to know everything.

“Dean,” he said softly, “are you plotting against a demon?”

Schemes? Demons?
These two words exploded in the dean's mind like a thunderclap, making him shudder as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

He always thought of himself as the hunter, and regarded 0748 as the perfect prey.

Unbeknownst to them, the roles of hunter and prey had already been subtly reversed without their knowledge.

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted from the mouth of the dean's head in the center, staining his chest red, while three pairs of eyes stared intently at 0748.

Immy and 0748 simultaneously responded with a cold laugh: "Take them away."

Later historical records.

On May 24, 584 of the New Spiritual Calendar, the Divine Arts Academy was investigated for conducting forbidden biology in violation of regulations.

The college's president, Terchavis Loramanconti, was arrested, later lost control, and violently attacked the special agents, resulting in his immediate death. The relevant experimental personnel were sentenced to three to ten years in prison, and 68 years of experimental data and samples were sent to the research center for purification.

(End of this chapter)