Lanchi's Thirst for Knowledge

In a classroom within the Shadow World's Demon Academy.

The unique dim atmosphere seemed to slow down time, each second like eternity solidified in amber.

The red tablecloth was particularly eye-catching under the faint light, a deep and rich red, absurd yet full of artistic sense.

In this classroom, light and shadow, brightness and darkness, stillness and movement, all changed in an orderly, almost rhythmic manner.

Clearly, the examination had already begun.

Lanchi knew that after arriving in the Shadow World, the most important thing was observation and understanding the situation and current circumstances.

The Shadow World often possessed rationality.

Unless the challenger made operational errors or failed, there would be no inescapable or unsolvable situations.

Lanchi's emerald green eyes sharply scanned the classroom environment, the faint light flickering in his pupils.

Although he tried his best to minimize his movements, he quickly noticed the unruly behavior of several students.

Their flickering eyes and occasional slight turns of the head all indicated their intentions to cheat.

Suddenly, a hoarse voice cut through the silent and oppressive space.

"You will only be warned once. Any whispering will be immediately considered cheating."

It was the voice of the examiner patrolling the examination hall, like a lion's low growl, exploding in the classroom.

The Demon Examinees who had been trying to sneak glances were instantly scared out of their wits by this cold warning.

These Demon Examinees who were almost caught quickly lowered their heads, temporarily focusing all their attention on their papers, their faces full of fear and tension, the sweat on their foreheads like dew on leaves, trembling and ready to fall at any moment.

Even though they themselves looked quite ferocious and terrifying, under the deterrence of the Demon Examiner, it was clear at a glance who was stronger.

Afterward.

The examiner resumed his orderly patrol.

But when the Demon Examiner turned his head, a ferocious smile was hard to hide at the corner of his mouth, like a beast that had been caged for a long time and craved slaughter, staring at the cage, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.

"..."

Lanchi silently took it all in.

The strength of the Demon students was actually easy to judge.

Their magic power was not exaggerated, mostly Tier 2 and Tier 3, similar to Lanchi and Hughberlian.

The Demon Examiner who could scare them like this was probably above Tier 4.

It was very likely Tier 5.

So, with two terrifying Tier 5 Demons in this initial Demon Examination Hall, going to other places, a head-on approach was definitely not feasible.

However, Lanchi also discovered some good news—

Hughberlian was sitting to his left.

There was only one empty seat between them.

This feeling was surprisingly similar to when they used to sit in the back rows of the Sage Institute before skipping class.

It was as if the fear of death had dragged them back into a school classroom.

Hughberlian's appearance hadn't changed much, only gaining a few characteristics of the Demon Race.

This made Lanchi certain that his own appearance hadn't changed significantly either, because in their brief eye contact, Hughberlian had also recognized him.

However, for some reason, the usually calm and rational Hughberlian looked extremely pale at this moment.

Moreover, during their eye contact just now, Hughberlian's dodging gaze seemed as if she was terrified of him seeing her in this demonic form.

"..."

So Lanchi temporarily lowered his head, focusing on the items on the desk before him.

The parchment examination paper, topped with the School Badge pattern, looked like it was printed with a ferocious Demon Race head, its two eyes burning like flames, as if watching him from another world.

Beside it, the ink bottle made of Magic Crystal, with its mouth inlaid with Mithril, was filled with ink as black as night, completely still, as if containing heavy magic power that had been fixed in place.

The feather part of the quill pen was dark, the sharp, knife-like tip gleamed with a metallic sheen, and unknown patterns were carved on the handle, reflecting a cold, deep red.

It looked exactly like a set of vintage magic scroll crafting tools.

As expected, it was an examination on Demon Magic Text. The examinee's answer was both writing and inscribing, like crafting a magic scroll.

He directly looked at the final, most challenging question.

Because he didn't know any of the ones before it.

[Question 10 (12 points): Please list the magic formulas that can be used when processing rare materials, which can achieve the following effects respectively:]

[1. Quickly remove the sharp fur from a magical beast]

[2. Change the color of a magical beast's fur]

[3. Slightly harden or soften a magical beast's fur]

After a quick scan of the entire examination paper, Lanchi couldn't help but take a deep breath.

He truly couldn't answer even a single sub-question.

Lanchi found that although the Demon Race's magic was strange, it did have something to it, as it involved some spell principles that couldn't be achieved with human magic text.

For example, these three types of life magic simply didn't exist in the human magic of the current world.

He finally became certain that these questions were not meant for humans. Even Talia might not know the ancient Demon Race magic on this test paper. The difference in eras was too vast, and many civilizations of various races would experience discontinuities and disappearances.

However, even though Lanchi didn't know them.

He felt like he had discovered a new continent, gradually gripping the parchment test paper tightly, his eyes filled with an undeniable excitement.

He really wanted to learn the three types of magic mentioned at the end of the test paper!

Since this kind of magic existed in the test questions, it meant that there must be somewhere in the school that taught this magic.

These ancient Demon Race magic spells could be used on beasts. Assuming a master of magic engineering, proficient in both Demon Race magic and human magic, were to improve them with the latest modern technology.

Is it possible to create versions that could also be used on people?

Lanchi fell into deep thought.

His heart also became thirsty for knowledge!

Lanchi was already starting to imagine holding an autumn new product launch conference in his mind—

In daily life, we often see that other people's hairstyles are not very good, and even have the urge to help them change their hairstyles.

Obviously, this is a friendly act of helping others, and also a noble pursuit of the subjective and objective unity of aesthetics.

Then, at this time, "magic to modify other people's hairstyles" becomes very practical.

As an artist, Lanchi felt it was very necessary to master this theoretically possible magic.

He also had to consider whether this was his only chance in this life—to secretly learn this ancient Demon Race magic written on the test paper, bring it back to the present world, and study practical new magic with Talia!

Then, this examination must be passed quickly!

For now, Lanchi took advantage of the moment when both examiners were in a blind spot of vision and glanced at Hughberlian again.

For some unknown reason, Hughberlian was in an unusually poor state, as if she was enduring it.

He temporarily didn't have much opportunity to communicate with her.

He thought he could only wait until they passed this examination hall together before asking Hughberlian if she was alright.

Since that was the case, this time, it was up to his own operation!