Fanatics of the Magic Academy

As the rain washed over it, the blood slid down the wall, completely obscuring the dog's likeness that had been smeared on it.

Rose ignored it and opened the tent to check what was inside.

A partially mutilated corpse, gnawed by a dog, came into view. The body had begun to decompose and, due to the damp environment, had started to breed maggots.

Then, for some reason, the maggots that were feeding on the corpse began to tremble and stand up, seemingly in a joyful and somewhat frenzied manner.

Rose scanned the inside of the tent and, judging from the small transparent bags and needles on the ground, roughly determined that this person had also died from an overuse of enhancement agents.

It's most likely organ failure.

Rose remembered the crazed, mad dog and a guess formed in her mind.

The dog was wearing a collar, so it was most likely the homeless man's dog. Rose had seen this kind of scene quite often on the streets these days.

Some homeless people bring a dog with them, using the dog as a form of emotional support.

Even though this homeless man was addicted to drugs like this, he didn't sell his dog to buy more boosters. It seems they really had a deep bond.

After the homeless man died, the dog, having no food, began to eat his owner.

The owner died before their body could metabolize the toxins, and the remaining toxins in their body were then ingested by the dog.

Then the dog joined its owner in having fun.

It began to become frenzied, attacking and biting indiscriminately.

The maggots dancing on this person's body were clearly high on drugs.

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Rose was a little confused. Could maggots really get you high?

I was somewhat amazed by the magic of the city.

Rose re-pulled the tent up and tidied up the torn rips.

Try to keep the inside out as much as possible.

He then turned and jogged through the rain toward the place where he had sold the body the day before.

Fortunately, he had been able to concentrate and had a sufficient food supply these past few days. With continuous meditation, he reached 19 p.m.

This allowed him to maintain his materialistic mindset and sell corpses.

Previously, casting the spell three times in a row would have made it impossible to maintain the "materialistic" state.

He knocked on the door, and Joel, the man in the vest, opened it again. He had clearly just woken up and looked completely dazed.

Come to think of it, it was so late last night, and a few people were still playing cards, and then they went out to collect a corpse in the middle of the night.

It's only around 9 a.m. now.

Joel yawned and looked at the racetrack:

"Oh, it's you. You're still alive?"

A language system as powerful as a lion's.

Rose nodded and said:

"Yes, the money you gave me yesterday and the things in those tents were a great help."

Joel nodded and said:

"What brings you here?"

"Brother Joel, I've found another body."

Rose replied.

Joel looked up at the still-raining sky, rubbed his hair, and said:

"Oh, it really is the peak period for corpses, they should be dying by now."

Yes, still the same thunderous language system.

"After all, it's the change of seasons now, and it suddenly started raining. Many people who suffer from cerebellar atrophy due to exposure to the virus didn't take any preventative measures. A lot of people will indeed die during this period."

Joel shared his experience.

He waved to Rose in a familiar manner and said:

"Come help me unfold the little car."

Rose followed behind him, helping him unfold the folding cart.

After the car was fully deployed, Joel faced off against Royce on the track:

"Let me pack up first, you wait here for me."

After a while, Joel finished washing up, put on a raincoat, and dragged the stroller out.

As he walked, he shared his experiences with Rose:

"Actually, things are not too bad right now. Not many people have died, and prices are relatively stable."

"By winter, we won't be able to collect all the corpses; in fact, we might even be overwhelmed."

Prices may fluctuate at that time, so be prepared.

He glanced at the short Rose:

"Oh, I forgot, you might become one of them someday."

Amazing! What a thunderous language system!

Rose couldn't help but ask:

"Joel, do you have a girlfriend?"

At this point, Joel's face instantly turned red, and he burst into a tirade:

"Fuck! Don't even mention it!"

He began to ramble on:

"You know what? My ex-girlfriend became a fucking boxer!"

That makes me very happy.

Rose comforted him:

"It's a good death, which means her consciousness is beginning to awaken."

"fart!"

Joel became even more furious and said:

"Do you know when we first met? We've known each other since high school!"

"She had depression at the time, and I was attracted to her melancholy temperament."

You're amazing too.

"Back then, she would cut her wrists every day, and I would cut them with her. She would cry and hug me, then throw away the knife and stop cutting herself."

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Rose was immediately shocked. You really can't judge a book by its cover. Joel, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, is actually a pure lover.

"Gradually, her depression improved, and at that time we thought it would last forever."

Rose's gossip-loving spirit burned brightly, and she asked:

"and then?"

"And then she got into college, and some son of a bitch, some beastly son of a bitch, instilled some boxing mentality in her!"

"Then she started to torment me every day, putting me through all sorts of squalid obedience tests!"

Joel was already crying uncontrollably, and he held his head in his hands, saying in anguish:

"She later took the initiative to ask me out for a date and dinner. I was very happy at the time, thinking that she had changed her mind."

"The result! The result! The result!"

Look how anxious the child is; he's already forgotten how to speak.

"She fucking showed me photos of herself on the bed with some fat, out-of-town international student right there at the dining table!"

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Rose was a little confused about what kind of amazing operation this was.

"Later I found out that she was using this way of humiliating men to declare her awakening and to promote the nobility of women."

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This was the umpteenth time Rose had been shocked.

What kind of amazing move is this?

Can text be arranged like this?

Joel glanced at Rose's blue eyes and blond hair, and explained to Rose:

"You don't understand if you live in the slums. In the tradition of the Magic Capital, people like us with blond hair and blue eyes are the true line."

Oh my, they're the noble people of Lovillia.

"In the general public's perception, people from other places are considered inferior and will be discriminated against to some extent."

"Their behavior of sleeping with those ugly outsiders is to humiliate and belittle us men."

"It's basically like, 'Look, look at me, sleeping with someone like this, I won't sleep with you! You're not good enough for me, you lowly man!'"

This episode is amazing!

Rose was greatly surprised and said:

"What kind of logic is this? Aren't those people from other places considered men?"

"How the hell am I supposed to know what those lunatics are thinking?!"

"Later, based on my in-depth understanding of these boxers, I tried my best to force myself to accept that polluted ideology."

It took me five points of rationality to realize that if they didn't still possess the most basic human hygiene and conscience, they would have slept with pigs!

"Those outsiders are just pigs' meal substitutes!"

Can text be arranged in this way?

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Rose felt his cerebellum beginning to atrophy, and indescribable thoughts began to invade his brain.

He now understands why those who confronted the ancient gods went mad.

Now I understand why knowledge can contain distortions, dangers, and madness.

Rose looked at Joel with deep respect; Joel's image instantly became much taller in her eyes.

I'm sorry, sir, I didn't recognize you before!

This is no ordinary corpse collector!

This is practically a legendary investigator who confronted the Old Gods directly and even came to understand them!