The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

Time's up.

Not a penny more, not a penny less.

Fasilier pushed a restrained body out of the laboratory.

It appears that, in order to prevent it from getting out of control, it is covered with the strongest restraint devices and seals that Fasilil can apply.

"Oh? You've reformed the prisoners?"

Fasilier glanced at Cornelia beside Dekan and found that she seemed unchanged.

"She is the strongest, she doesn't need any fancy stuff."

Dekan simply stated with certainty.

"Oh."

Fahir chuckled and shook his head.

"Then, shall we begin?"

Fasilier placed his hand on the prisoner he had just transformed, as if preparing to unveil him to Dekan like a work of art.

I have a strong feeling that I want to see Dekan's surprised expression.

"Let's begin."

Dekan said with a somewhat serious expression.

With the mutual agreement, the central area of ​​the entire sixth floor sank, forming a large open space resembling an arena. At the same time, the state of the barrier also changed, as if it had entered a state of war preparedness.

The area around the arena became like a viewing area, offering a bird's-eye view of the battles taking place.

This floor is centered around the arena, while the surrounding testing grounds are merely supplementary.

Cornelia and Dekan exchanged a glance, then jumped off the arena.

Fahiril then pushed the prisoner directly off the arena and removed his restraints.

With several bursts of energy from the seal, Fasilil's trump card was finally awakened.

A violent aura spread out like a halo.

Although Bachcher was still in human form, he no longer possessed the characteristics of a living being, as if he had been transformed into a chimera.

He exuded a terrifying aura of power, like a prehistoric behemoth, making the surrounding air seem several times heavier.

After being modified by Fasilil, Bachcher was strengthened to an extremely high level even among the seventh tier.

But it's not just about the stat boosts; Bachcher has also been given special abilities to counter Dekan.

Dekan quickly identified it.

At this moment, Bachcher seems to be able to continuously stack up the berserk state, allowing his body to be in an overloaded state while exerting combat power beyond the limit.

Having just undergone brutal modification, Bachcher immediately entered a berserk state after being freed from his restraints. His aura intensified several levels, and the oppressive feeling even showed signs of approaching the eighth rank!

Dekan felt quite satisfied.

Of the several suitable traits he envisioned being granted to Bachcher through forbidden demonic experiments, infinite berserk mode was indeed a good choice for the perverse-minded Fasilier.

Far away opposite Dekan, Fahir, sensing Bachcher's presence, laughed wildly:

"Let me show you my masterpiece! I've named it Berserker Bachcher! He's an undead warrior who miraculously survived unimaginable torture at the Demon Academy! He can withstand my ultimate experimental results! Now, he has been completely transformed!"

Fahir proudly introduced his work while keeping an eye on Dekan's expression.

Dekan remained silent, his lips pursed, his eyes fixed on Bachcher's figure in the arena.

It was a look that was three parts sorrow and seven parts pity.

Fahir nodded in satisfaction.

Wait, that expression is going to get even more interesting.

The stronger your bond, the more brutal the battle will be.

Because in this confrontation between teacher and student, Bachcher may be deeply troubled by his unwillingness to persecute his student.

This will only further intensify Bachcher's berserk state, making him stronger and stronger!

……

And in the arena.

Bachcher finally opened his blood-red eyes slowly, as if he were being revived.

He feels great now, as if he has been reborn.

Aside from the occasional sharp, chilling pain that sends shivers down my spine, my brain also experiences other symptoms.

His mind was a jumbled mess, as if he had just woken up from a shattered nightmare.

Although he could feel the pain he had endured beyond the limits of biological endurance when he had just undergone a complete transformation.

But for him, that kind of pain was nothing compared to any fragment of a nightmare.

He didn't want to recall anything related to that nightmare anymore.

The nightmare is over.

Now, he will bring forth new life.

It's obvious that this is nothing more than a gladiatorial arena.

The powerful being who gave him new life probably hoped to drive him to defeat his opponent.

Having crossed the darkest depths, Bachcher is now fearless.

No matter what the enemy is, he will defeat them!

however.

When Bachcher's gaze locked onto the enemy in front of him.

The red hair made Bachcher's pupils shrink sharply.

Then, Bachcher's lips and teeth began to tremble.

"Ah...ah..."

At this moment, Bachcher finally saw the red-haired girl's appearance clearly.

Although she is no longer in demon form at this moment.

But that figure completely overlapped with the nightmare!

And this is not an illusion.

Even in death, Bachcher would never forget the oppressive presence of this red-haired, super-strong demon.

Cornelia also took out a book and waved it across from Bachcher.

"!!!"

This book evoked in Bachcher a feeling that was strikingly similar to the hammer that had brought him endless torment in his memory!

Thinking of all this, Bachcher's breathing became extremely erratic, his body was overwhelmed by fear, and he subconsciously retreated, wanting to get as far away from the red-haired girl as possible!

Even though he knew he was much stronger than the red-haired girl.

But he dared not entertain any thoughts of fighting.

He was once stronger than this red-haired girl!

The result, however, was cruel.

It all started with another figure besides the red-haired girl.

Bachcher's eyes began to dart around frantically, his gaze darting about, searching for any nearby targets.

however.

In less than half a second, he saw the gray-haired, blue-eyed succubus above the arena.

The prison lights shone behind the gray-haired demon, casting just the right shadows on his face, making only his sapphire-like pupils stand out.

That pity, tinged with a hint of mockery, and that sorrow filled with disdain, instantly flooded Bachcher's mind with a torrent of memories of blood and darkness, taking over his thoughts.

He stood rooted to the spot, his body trembling violently as if it had lost control, and tears of blood welling up in his eyes.

"Do not!!!!"

Bachcher clutched his head and roared in anguish.

He shook his head frantically, then began to violently pound his head with his hands, his body twisting and convulsing.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Bachcher finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared in despair.

He was trapped in a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

……

However, at this moment, in Fasilier's eyes, this was an incredibly wonderful reunion between teacher and student.

Everything happened exactly as he expected.

But it also exceeded his expectations.

When students see their beloved teacher transformed into such a state, they are powerless and can only suppress their grief and watch from afar.

When the teacher realizes all this, he will personally defeat his student's followers and become an enemy of the student.

He eventually suffered a mental breakdown.

What a profound teacher-student relationship this must be to evoke such intense emotions in them.

Stimulated by this, Bachcher's berserk state intensified, and he finally broke through the critical point of the eighth rank!

Fahiril found it wonderful beyond words.

"Batchell, I know you can't bear to fight your own student, but I regret to inform you that I have implanted a mind control device in your brain, and you will have to obey my commands in battle!"

Fahirriel laughed with a wicked grin and called down.

"No!! You can't do that!!!"