Fanatics of the Magic Academy

Rose wandered around and around until she arrived at an extremely remote place.

This is where he sensed something was wrong.

This is a fairly large tent, sturdy and durable. According to the store price, this tent would sell for 200 marks.

There wasn't a strong enough wind around to make the tent twist like that, but from a distance, it did appear to be writhing and swaying.

The tent walls sometimes bulged up and sometimes quickly deflated, swaying wildly and presenting an undulating, even "twitching" feeling.

Rose had prepared the incantation in her mind beforehand, relying on her high level of rationality and proficiency.

He can now do what he does when performing the village challenge: stop chanting just before the final release, holding back the energy before unleashing it.

He slowly approached the tent, and as he drew closer, a strong smell of thunder filled the air.

It was an extremely strong, cloyingly sweet, putrid stench.

The stench of those homeless people who hadn't bathed for years made them look like little girls in comparison to this smell.

Accompanying the stench was a buzzing sound that sounded familiar to Rose.

And a dark red liquid was seeping out from the cracks under the tent.

There's also iced black tea, they say.

Rose approached the tent, ready to use compressed air in case of any emergency.

Rose then used a [compressed air] to blast the tent and its contents into the air.

Rose observed the tent, and inside, she could vaguely see countless tiny black dots flying and crashing wildly.

It is the random, unpredictable collision of these small objects that creates the macroscopic effect of "the tent wriggling."

A terrible premonition washed over Rose.

At this moment, in his subconscious mind, he had already connected all the elements and determined exactly what had happened.

However, the horrifying truth caused his mind to "freeze."

He slowly unzipped the zipper.

First, a stream of murky gas, fermented due to the high temperature and humidity, gushed out.

Then, tens of thousands of greenbottle flies poured out of the cracks like water bursting from a dam.

Rose used her exceptional reflexes and physical abilities to quickly retreat, thus avoiding getting the flying insects stuck to her face.

"What the hell are these?!"

Rose stared in horror into the tent; what she saw almost made her eyes want to report her location to her immune system.

I should have kept it in the womb!

Inside were several highly decomposed corpses, their deaths more gruesome than imagined, and in all sorts of bizarre ways.

Due to the humidity and high temperature, the body had already liquefied.

So what you just saw wasn't "iced tea" at all, it was corpse fluid!

On the exposed skin of these corpses, in the folds of their clothing, and in every perforated part of their bodies...

They were all covered with a layer of substance several centimeters thick, like white rice porridge constantly churning, which was burrowing around.

Those are maggots!

This horrifying scene instantly jolted Rose out of her materialistic mindset.

Golden blood vessels appeared in the whites of his eyes, and his blue pupils were stretched into vertical slits.

The golden vertical pupils watched this scene with horror.

Then, the long-unseen panel notification appeared in my mind:

Your sanity is crumbling, currently at -2!

[The "Fanatical Materialist" has intervened, forcibly locking your sanity to 0. Your -2 sanity has been converted into 2 points of faith.]

Your sanity has crumbled, and your faith has grown increasingly fanatical!

"Ugh, cough cough cough!"

The stench of the fermented corpse was unbearable for Rose, and her stomach began to spasm involuntarily. She collapsed to the ground and vomited.

After vomiting, Rose got up and returned to her materialistic state.

He quickly glanced around to make sure no one was nearby.

Then, still feeling uneasy, he activated [Wind Network Perception].

He made sure no one nearby had seen him being kicked out of his "materialistic" state.

After finishing all this, Rose breathed a sigh of relief, and his gaze returned to the tent.

"What exactly is going on?"

Many ideas popped into his mind.

What happened to the people in this tent?

Why are the ways of dying so bizarre and twisted?

Who would specifically come to torture and kill homeless people?

Rose simply couldn't understand it.

He stood there for a moment and thought about it. He decided to go find Joel and retrieve the bodies.

I just don't know if Joel will accept a corpse like this.

Soon, Rose arrived at Joel's place and knocked on Joel's door.

Joel opened the door, looked down and saw Rose, somewhat surprised, then greeted him:

"Hey, long time no see! I thought you'd died these past few days."

"I was wondering why I hadn't received your body. I thought someone else had taken it or it was rotting somewhere."

Rose ignored Joel's unusual way of greeting him and simply told Joel about his situation.

Joel rested his chin on his hand and said:

"Looks like a big order. Wait for me to get ready."

Joel then turned and went inside. A moment later he came out pulling a cart, wearing gloves and boots that looked like rubber.

There were bags and a mask that looked like a gas mask on the small cart behind.

He pulled the cart towards Luo's racetrack:

"Let's go. Take me to the place you mentioned earlier."

Soon Rose led Joel to the tent.

Joel looked around and said:

"This place is way too remote. Only someone with necromancy talent like you could find it."

Joel frowned as he looked through the gap in the tent that Rose had pulled open and saw the drawing of hell inside.

He took out the gas mask from the car, put it on, and went inside the tent.

He dragged the corpses out one by one, and some of them were so badly decomposed that the bones had even separated from the bones.

Joel took the pieces out one by one, piecing the body back together with his extensive experience.

In the end, they pieced together seven mutilated corpses.

He stood beside the corpse, looking at his masterpiece and nodding. A muffled sound came from beneath his gas mask:

"Yes, there are seven corpses in total, and the ways they died are truly bizarre and varied."

"I really rarely use words like 'bizarre' or 'various' to describe the seven corpses."

He fiddled with the corpse, then kept praising it:

"Damn, they can even inflict wounds here."

"Wow, this cross-section is incredible! The muscle fibers are twisted like this..."

"Holy crap! Dude, you can die like that? That's pretty creative."

"..."

Rose, suppressing his nausea, watched Joel, who was assessing the situation and gesturing wildly, and Rose really felt that Joel was a little out of his mind.

But thinking about it, it makes sense; his mind seems to have always been rather abnormal.

Perhaps the psychological trauma caused by his girlfriend's situation was too severe.

After all, he wanted to figure out what his girlfriend was thinking and what her mindset was.

They were even able to adopt that godlike way of thinking, willing to sacrifice 5 points of sanity as a price.

Rose watched as Joel, like a shaman, excitedly scurried back and forth across the corpse, offering his opinions.

He finally couldn't hold back any longer and said to Joel:

"Joel, don't you think it's strange that these people died such gruesome deaths?"

Joel heard Rose's words, turned around, and said in a muffled voice:

"But I find it very sacred."