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Morion turned his head away guiltily and whistled silently.

"His name is Dekan."

Artis continued, pointing at Morion as she explained.

"..."

Dekan remained silent for a moment.

He stared at Morion with a deathly gaze.

Morion didn't look at him again for a long time.

He was convinced.

Morion, that bastard!

When giving their names, they'll probably all say Dekan!

Morion seemed unable to bear Dekan's piercing gaze any longer and looked at Dekan with a helpless expression.

Dekan grinned and nodded, as if to say, "You little brat, I've caught you red-handed!"

Morion stared at him with a deliberately serious expression, as if to say, "The bigger picture is what matters; we can talk about these things later!"

The brief trust that the two had painstakingly built up.

It shattered with a "crack" all of a sudden.

Brothers like Dekan and Morion are probably a thing of the past.

Artis looked at the inexplicable details of the interaction between the little succubus and the young man, and couldn't figure it out no matter what.

She couldn't understand it, yet she was incredibly curious.

Seeing that their interaction had ended, Artis continued to explain the rules:

“I have never opened these sealed exam papers, nor do I know their answers, but I can tell you that I have lived for thousands of years, spending most of my time as a scholar. I can do everything that humans can do, and I can also do things that humans cannot do.”

Artis's words were full of arrogance, as if she were an all-knowing scholar.

"Considering that many of the subjects are already considered history, it would be almost impossible for anyone other than a dedicated academic researcher to complete them. Therefore, I'm letting you choose the exam questions first. You choose the questions for the first and third rounds, and I'll choose the questions for the second round."

"Of course, if there's a third game."

After Artis finished speaking, she looked at Dekan with the same disdainful gaze a university professor would give to an uncultured, slacker girl.

She was confident that she could beat Dekan in just two games.

"..."

Logically, Dekan should be happy to hear this rule.

Because he always felt he wouldn't lose.

Moreover, Artis also relinquished her crucial priority in selecting subjects.

But Artis's attitude made Dekan even more unhappy.

"If I win, you'll let me and 'Dekan' go to the fifth floor. But what if I lose?"

When Dekan said the name "Dekan," he emphasized it.

This startled Morion, who was standing to the side.

He knew what Dekan meant.

We must go all out and not slack off. We must teach this arrogant female devil a lesson!

Artis asked, "Do you have enough demon points (4000)?"

Dekan retorted, "So what if it's enough?"

"Then you should disappear quickly and stop bothering me. Go to the fifth floor alone."

"Altis said."

Her answer surprised Dekan a little.

If this guy also applied martial virtue, he would find it harder to torture her.

"If you have the chance, won't you kill me? That way, even if I win, I won't feel comfortable humiliating you."

Decan attempts to induce evil thoughts in Artis.

"Your blind confidence makes me laugh. I don't want to dirty the carpet; I just find your breath utterly disgusting."

Artis replied with an air of arrogance.

"...Hehe, hehehe."

Dekan laughed.

"Want to raise the stakes against me?"

Dekan looked at Artis and asked with a rather mocking tone.

Artis: "There's no need."

Dekan: "If you were completely confident of winning, you wouldn't refuse to raise, would you? You're already scared before you've even started?"

Artis: "..."

She knew this was a provocation tactic.

But he was particularly annoyed by the little succubus's attitude.

"Tell me about it."

Dekan: "The loser must wear a cat-eared maid outfit and dance."

Artis was stunned by Dekan's words.

It took him a while to confirm that he hadn't misheard, and he asked, somewhat angrily:

Are you kidding me?

Dekan: "No, it's a very serious bet. I'm just asking if you dare. If you don't, just say so."

Artis: "Heh... The question is, where did you get all this stuff?"

Dekan pointed to his demon bracelet: "Third-tier special service."

"..."

Artis fell silent, unsure of what to say.

Clearly, she still thought the little succubus's suggestion was too absurd.

This kind of thing probably wouldn't be a big deal for succubi, who don't really have much of a sense of shame.

However, for her, it was absolutely unacceptable.

Dekan: "You don't dare?"

Artis: "Heh, it's simply unnecessary. I have no interest in having you wear this outfit to dance."

"No wonder you haven't figured out humanity after studying it for so many years."

Dekan sighed and shook his head regretfully.

"What did you say?"

Artis became displeased again.

She now finds it very annoying to hear this little succubus speak.

Dekan didn't reply, but simply looked at Morion, shrugged, and smiled without saying a word.

Artis also looked at Morion with a puzzled expression.

at this time.

Morion's expression.

Three parts joy, seven parts anticipation, and one part hesitation.

Don't ask why it adds up to eleven points.

Because a person with a sound mind will not hesitate on their stance.

But Morion was definitely thinking about whether to deliberately trick Dekan into dancing in a cat-eared maid outfit in front of the live audience, and then find a way to work together to deal with Artis using other means.

"..."

Artis remained silent for a long time.

She clearly didn't understand Morion's attitude.

"Do you understand his reaction? You don't understand at all. You've been wondering about this many times since just now, haven't you? Don't you want to hear his thoughts after seeing me dance in a catgirl maid outfit? There's an answer in there that you'll never understand in your entire life, right? That is, provided you can beat me."

Dekan scoffed.

Artis's expression clearly became conflicted.

Dekan looked at her with his chin slightly raised, just as Artis had looked down at him earlier.

"Fine, I'll raise the bet! You can't beat me anyway!"

After much internal struggle, Artis finally gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

238 Dekan gradually sensed something was wrong.

"Shall we prepare to begin the first round of the competition?"

Dekan could no longer suppress the joyful smile on his face.

Any demon with desires can be guided, tempted, and led into the abyss...

And Artis is about to receive the best punishment she deserves!

"Hmph, come on."

Artis thought about it carefully.