The magic cards I made are absolutely flawless!

The source of the ignition damage in the first stage can be considered as the card's caster.

However, the second explosion that followed had no source of damage.

Therefore, the Hydrogen Explosion card also has another use: to test whether the opponent has any damage reflection equipment!

Dekan didn't want Cornelia to accidentally injure herself with a single blow from her hammer.

That's enough as long as it makes the Faceless Man faint from the pain.

The Faceless Man couldn't help but laugh at Cornelia and Dekan's disheveled appearance.

"Hahaha! I thought you guys were some kind of geniuses!"

"As long as I don't hit you, you're a useless piece of trash who can't retaliate!"

"Hand over that epic card now, and maybe I can spare you some suffering before you die!"

The more Faceless Man understood the effects of the Broken Poet, the more he coveted this core card of the new counter-damage build.

However, seeing that Dekan remained unmoved, he was filled with anger and had nowhere to vent it, so he could only continue to mock him.

"Even if you're a unique counter-damage build focused on control effects, you won't have any room to maneuver against me!"

"You're still too naive to try and play counter-damage and curses on me!"

The faceless man spread his arms, and the facial muscles under the gauze seemed to be twitching strangely, occasionally letting out maniacal laughter.

"Hehehe."

Dekan's eyes were icy cold, as deep as the ocean floor, darker than black.

He looked at the faceless man as if he were looking at a fool.

"Your stupidity is truly laughable."

"If I don't kill you, I'll be unworthy of being the founder of the anti-pain movement."

Dekan spoke to himself in a barely audible voice.

He seemed to have finally prepared something, and yelled at Cornelia, "Wait, knock!"

"it is good!"

Cornelia's voice was somewhat excited.

Although she didn't know what Dekan was up to this time, based on her experience, the opponent could usually surrender when the game reached this point.

Dekan's ultimate move is finally ready.

It's time to reveal the true essence of the "Anti-Pain System".

He lowered his head, clutched his chest, and seemed to be muttering something repeatedly, his voice gradually growing louder.

"Cornelia was injured while protecting me from the enemy's attack. It's all my fault. I'm heartbroken and feel so guilty..."

Dekan was as if possessed, frantically hypnotizing himself.

"Why fight? Why plunder? Why target us? Just because we're kind?... I'm absolutely furious!"

Dekan felt increasingly depressed, and his negative emotions were about to reach their peak.

"I can't win, there's no hope, why am I so weak? I hate my own powerlessness!!"

Dekan leaned forward, clutching his clothes tightly, as if his heart was breaking so badly he couldn't breathe.

Guilt! Anger! Despair!

"Pain! It hurts too much!"

"Faceless Man, it's all your fault!!!"

"All my suffering is your fault!!!"

When Dekan looked up at the Faceless Man and shouted his last words.

The faceless man suddenly felt his heart leap, as if for a moment his heart had been struck and crushed by a thousand-pound stone.

Then came an indescribable, agonizing pain, as if it were tearing his heart apart.

He clutched his chest in pain.

For a moment, the faceless man felt sorry for being born as a human being.

He then knelt on the ground and uncontrollably spat out a mouthful of foul blood, staining his veil a rusty, iron-red hue.

While the summoned creatures could still function, they became much sluggish without their master's real-time commands.

Meanwhile, Cornelia also took the opportunity to break through the encirclement of summoned creatures.

"You...how dare you reflect damage back?! I didn't do anything to you!!"

The faceless man's voice trembled as he stared at Dekan in disbelief.

You hurt me!

Dekan shouted confidently.

Being sad is also being hurt, and heartache is also pain.

Even if Dekan's heartache was the result of self-hypnosis, infinitely amplifying his negative emotions.

The ultimate technique of anti-pain flow - 60 times the heartache attack!

The only drawback of this technique is that it requires self-hypnosis, which takes too long to cast.

"puff!"

Upon hearing Dekan's words, the Faceless Man couldn't help but spit out another mouthful of blood.

He vomited that mouthful of blood out of anger.

He had never seen such a shameless guy!

Damn it! That's not how you play the counter-damage build!!!

However, at that moment, Cornelia's heavy hammer had already reached him.

The faceless man stared at the ever-growing hammer before him, and before he could even feel fear, his consciousness was cut off.

With a loud "bang," the faceless man was slammed against the wall and passed out.

The summoned creatures also disappeared.

Following Dekan's instructions, she didn't use her full strength, only a quarter of it, to smash the Faceless Man's head.

All that's needed is for this hammer blow to knock the Faceless Man unconscious.

Therefore, the backlash she suffered was not severe.

"Phew, this time we're really done."

Cornelia clutched her head in pain, lost her balance, and sat down on the ground.

In the distance, Dekan also breathed a sigh of relief, looking very tired, and smiled helplessly.

In the chaotic corridor of the Demon Academy, the two looked at each other from afar and their eyes met.

A knowing smile.

It has to be someone you have a good understanding with.

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Author's Note:

This chapter is a long one of 4000 words, and I wrote it all in one go to keep the plot coherent.

So, I'm essentially voluntarily adding an extra chapter today!

Waaah, I didn't finish writing until 3 a.m., and then I have to write another paper during the day.

I'm such a miserable human being, I really want a vacation!

039 Dekan and Cornelia's Pool Party

"***! Does heartache even count as pain?! Can this bastard be any more shameless?!"

"Which side is the cult?!"

"The Church of Resurrection has finally met its match! The wicked will always be punished by the wicked!"

Although everyone at Hervenlitt Academy was making fun of Dekan, they were all laughing and having a good time.

The entire viewing hall was filled with a joyful atmosphere. When Dekan delivered the winning blow, they were silent for a moment before erupting into a tidal wave of cheers.

In the back corner seat, a young man's expression was full of emotion, his hands clasped together, as if he had been praying for Dekan and the others.

"call--"

When he saw Dekan and Cornelia defeat the Faceless Man, he finally breathed a sigh of relief and stood up.

A faint smile still lingered on his face.

However, besides feeling relieved, his expression also seemed to contain a hint of unconcealed bitterness and helplessness.

Just as he turned to leave the classroom, he saw a slender girl standing behind him, blocking his way.

The girl's figure was noble and aloof, yet there seemed to be a hint of amusement at the corners of her mouth, as if she were observing his expression.

"Chloeux, you're not fantasizing about being like them, are you?"

The girl's tone was very impolite.

"No... I wouldn't even dream about such a thing."

Chloeux realized that the girl might have been observing him for a long time, and felt very embarrassed, so he lowered his head.

At the same time, he seemed to be thinking of some bad memories and dared not face the girl again.

"Heh, it's good that you know your place. You're no different from those people in the Church of Resurrection. Remember the mistakes you made, and the miserable state my sister was in. No one will ever cheer for you!"

Seeing Chloeux's attitude, the girl seemed to get angrier and angrier.

"......I know."

Hearing the girl's aggressive words, Chloex's tone softened slightly, but he still didn't refute anything.