Fanatics of the Magic Academy

Rose and legendary investigator Joel arrived at the tent.

Joel, the Old God Face, opened the tent and examined the corpses on the ground:

"Yes, the body is already somewhat decomposed, and some of the organs have been eaten. The cause of death is organ failure caused by the enhancement agent."

"It's alright..."

"Um?"

Joel, the Ancient Gods' Enlightenment Analyst, frowned. He pried open the corpse and pulled an eyeball from its neck.

Rose looked at the eyeball and the two unharmed eyeballs on the corpse.

My brain shrank a little.

But the rationality that came with his high level of rationality quickly reminded him of something.

He remembered that he had obtained his start-up capital just before he encountered those three human traffickers.

He encountered a strange drug addict.

That person had an eye and a small arm growing from the back of their head; the bizarre sight almost killed their materialistic mindset.

Joel frowned, a look of disgust on his face, and said:

"Whose experiment was this in the slums?"

Rose frowned as well, and said:

"An experiment?"

Joel frowned and said:

"It must have been a scheme set up by some magician in the slums; some experiments require a lot of human data."

He twirled the eyeball in his hand like a walnut, and then said:

"For example, this physical deformity should be a product of experimentation."

"He used a special method to mix the magical products that needed to be tested into the enhancer, preserving their effects."

"Then they sell it to the homeless at a low price through an agent, and then buy it back at a high price through another agent to recover the experimental data."

"Moreover, this intense aberration reaction causes immense suffering."

However, the numbing and pleasurable effects of the enhancer precisely compensate for this.

"This kind of unusually deformed corpse is of great value to the person who orchestrated this."

He looked at the corpse with some disdain and said:

"However, for us, its collectible value outweighs its research value."

It's interesting, but not that valuable to study.

"After all, the corpses are already in someone else's shape."

Joel thought for a moment and said:

"These kinds of situations are quite common; you can encounter one every few months."

Joel's calm tone made Rose break out in a cold sweat.

"Are the magicians and poets of this place?!"

Someone is really scheming against homeless people!

Joel kicked the corpse and said:

"Well, I can only give you 30 marks for this corpse, because it's really not worth much."

"You can ask around at a couple of places; if you find an agent, you should be able to sell it for 100 marks or more."

Rose thought for a moment, then shook her head and said:

"Brother Joel, I'll sell it to you."

"Okay, fine."

Joel nonchalantly moved the body into the car; he was just about to leave when...

Rose called out to him:

"Brother Joel."

Joel turned around, somewhat puzzled, and asked:

"Hmm? What's wrong? Are you worried that if you find out about my past, I'll take revenge on you in the future?"

Don't worry, even if I don't retaliate, you won't live much longer.

The language system remains as powerful as thunder.

"No, I haven't finished searching with you yet. I found a few more bodies."

"Um?"

......

About an hour later, three more bodies appeared in Joel's car.

Joel then handed Rosset another 190 marks, bringing the total to 220 marks, including the previous 30 marks.

He looked Rose up and down, and said:

"I take back what I just said. If you keep doing this, you might actually be able to survive in the slums."

Rose joked:

"So, are you planning to get revenge on me?"

Joel smiled and said:

"How could that be? I'm hoping you live a couple more years so you can give me more results."

He continued:

"If you ever have the opportunity to go to school and university, even though the chances are slim, you can try pursuing the Necromancy school."

"The Necromancer School?"

Rose repeated.

"Yes, I feel that you must have some necromancy-related traits, otherwise there's no way to explain your keen sense of corpses."

Rose didn't speak; only he knew.

He relied on his bug-like focused recovery and his near-second-circle mage-level intellect.

I was able to find these corpses only after learning the storm-based perception spell, [Wind Net Perception].

However, this was a good opportunity to gather intelligence, so he looked up and asked:

"Special trait? Brother Joel, what is a special trait?"

Joel stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and said:

"Emmm, in terms of special traits, it's like a person's extraordinary talent. I forgot the exact definition, but that's roughly the idea."

"For example, [Immense Strength], [Strategic Calculation], [Automatic Typing], [Phantom Spirit], and so on."

"Oh, you wouldn't understand even if I explained it this way. For example, 'immense strength' means that one is born with greater strength than others; that's a special trait."

"Some are born with it, while others are formed later through certain foods or modifications."

"The Arcane Council also stipulated 'forbidden traits,' which means that if anyone possesses these traits, they must be monitored and controlled, and may even be killed if necessary."

"For example, there is a trait called 'fanaticism,' which is an acquired trait that can only lead people down the path of elevating their faith through spiritual transformation. It is also a 'forbidden trait.'"

Rose remained silent. He used to have a trait called "fanaticism," but it was just that his innate "materialism" was fighting against itself.

He eventually became a fanatical materialist.

Joel glanced at the racetrack:

"As for you, I guess you probably have some undead-related traits, and you do indeed have the talent of a mage."

"Being precocious indicates a high level of innate intelligence."

"If one day you can really get out of the slums, you can go to a magic university and you should be able to achieve something."

Rose nodded and said:

"Thank you, Joel."

Joel waved his hand dismissively, saying:

"It's okay, we're all just struggling guys."

Then, he pushed the cart, carrying the four corpses, and left.

Rose took the money back to the tent, spent an hour digesting the food, and regained her focus.

Focus +1

Rose stepped out of the tent. After thinking for a moment, he decided to go and check out the place where Hans had mentioned trading the enhancement agents.

He still has one booster on him, but it's for trading for [Wind Network Perception].

To learn new magic, you'll need to trade for enhancement potions.

Although Rose desperately didn't want to do this kind of thing.

The influence of his past life's ideas and the horrific consequences of the enhancers he has witnessed these past few days have made him extremely disgusted and repulsed by such things.

But there's no way around it. In this amazing place, if you don't adapt and don't strive to improve, you'll just become a little Gundam in the alley.

You'll get used to it.

Rose then went to the place Hans had mentioned where to trade for the enhancers.

The man in the transaction was named Perry. He was missing an eye, had black hair and brown eyes, and wore a bare, muscular, and scarred upper body.

Rose traded the cheap enhancer for 80 marks from him.

This time, Rose was smarter; she didn't want an injection, but rather an oral powder.

Then he spent 10 marks to buy three loaves of bread and used [Wind Network Perception] on the way.

After marking a few bodies, he returned to his tent.