In order to avoid being late, the Four Academies beginners were panting heavily in a hurry, and traces of sweat could be seen on their foreheads, temples and cheeks.
Staying in Demon Forging Theory Classroom, which was decorated in a gray and dark tone, they only felt that it was chilly around them, and there were constant waves of gloomy air-conditioning coming from the cemetery next to them.
Looking at the big clock hanging in front of the classroom, the minute hand moved little by little. It was getting closer and closer to the class time set by Zhang Guangmu. The beginners didn't even think about whispering to each other.
Fang Yi mingled among the crowd, with calm eyes, just silently playing with the seemingly ordinary old staff in his hand.
Sizzle...
A wave of heat poured into the large classroom that could accommodate nearly a thousand people.
The novices raised their hands to cover their faces.
Dozens of butterflies transformed from black flames condensed into a human figure under everyone's attention.
Colorful black hair, stern handsome face, strong strength visible to the naked eye, a lonely and arrogant aura...
If it's not Zhang Guangmu, the dean of the Pitch Black Academy and professor Demon Forging Theory Class, who is it?
The freshmen who had just completed the sorting ceremony instinctively blended into their respective camps according to the changing colors of their robes. At this moment, they could not even name the principal, let alone the names of the other deans and professors.
But...
If any beginner asks "Who is Zhang Guangmu" at this time, he will definitely be regarded as a fool by his classmates.
"No one is late, that's good."
Zhang Guangmu's eyes were as cold as a knife, and he glanced at the people below, and his voice was as cold as ice. "You can skip the meaningless self-introduction part - the vast majority of you are not even qualified to let me remember your name."
"Next, who can tell me where the power of Demon Hunting Sorcerer comes from?"
This is a common sense question, and it is not difficult at all for students who have installed the temporary False Memory.
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, more than 300 hands were raised in the blink of an eye.
Zhang Guangmu had a cold face and ignored the people who raised their hands. His eyes gradually focused on a young man wearing a black apprentice robe. "You answer."
Fang Yi's pupils shrank slightly, and he stood up immediately. After taking a few seconds to adjust his mood and organize his words, he said loudly, "The [Hope Source Fire] located in the center of Demon Hunting Circle is constantly emitting endless flames, and everything illuminated by its brilliance will become a new source of magic power!"
"Although human beings' weak bodies cannot face the radiation of [Hope Source Fire], they can use materials illuminated by its brilliance to exert power far beyond human limits!"
"After passing on from generation to generation, we abandoned Demon Forged Metal, Demon Forged Wood, Demon Forged Glue, Demon Forged Flesh and Blood and many other materials, and finally chose Demon Forged Stone to make the staff as a stable Demon Hunting Sorcery medium - Demon Hunting Staff!"
"This is the source of our strength!"
Fang Yi's explanation is clear and organized, without any meaningless colloquial modalities such as "ba, ah, um". He is not like an ordinary teenager, but more like a descendant of an aristocrat who has received special speech training.
Even after watching his performance, Zhang Guangmu felt that he could give him an excellent rating of ninety-three points.
Zhang Guangmu gave him a meaningful look.
"Your name?"
"Fang Yi."
"Pitch Black Academy Beginner, Fang Yi, personal Academic Credit plus five."
Fang Yi sat down with a happy face.
Among the four Demon Hunting Academy, Academic Credit has a very simple function - it is equivalent to currency and can be used to purchase food, study notes, equipment, and props.
There is hardly any harder currency than this!
In the Demon Hunting Academy, everything is marked with a price.
Without Academic Credit, you would have to eat gruel and black bread mixed with sawdust every day.
Academic Credit is enough, not to mention the delicacies from the mountains and seas every day, and you can even spend Academic Credit to ask your seniors to help you with your homework and clean your bedroom.
Fang Yi knows the importance of Academic Credit very well, so after getting a good start, he felt very happy.
Just...
Zhang Guangmu ignored so many people raising their hands and forced himself to answer the question, just because he was a beginner of the Pitch Black Academy?
I'm afraid not!
The smile on Fang Yi's face gradually faded away.
He clenched the seemingly ordinary old staff in his hand, trying hard to imitate Zhang Guangmu's expression of keeping strangers away, trying to hide his true emotions.
Zhang Guangmu didn't care what he thought, and just waved the delicate staff like chopsticks in his hand. "Fang Yi is right."
"The energy core of the staff is Demon Forged Stone Gravel embedded in it."
At this point, little black flames loomed in the theory classroom.
The staffs in the palms of the novices seemed to be pulled by invisible forces, and they came out of their hands one after another, floating in the sky not far from them.
It is worth mentioning that...
The young man Fang Yi, who desperately wanted to hold on to his old staff, was dragged and hung in the air.
Zhang Guangmu looked at Fang Yi, whose face was flushed and veins appeared on his forehead, and said slowly, "You must realize this clearly and deeply - the staff inlaid with Demon Forged Stone Gravel is everything to Demon Hunting Sorcerer!"
"Demon Forged Stone Gravel, is the source of mana."
"Without it, witchers are nothing!"
"Fang Yi plus ten points."
"Everyone else will get one point deducted."
There were sparse lamentations among the crowd, but the freshmen did not dare to complain in front of Zhang Guangmu.
"But, be careful!"
Zhang Guangmu changed the topic and immediately attracted the attention of the apprentices. "Demon Forged Stone Gravel will give you strength, but it will also corrode your minds and make you fall into evil!"
"The more you use Demon Forging Staff, the more likely you are to be affected."
"Frequent use of Demon Hunting Sorcery will lead to the pollution and demonic fall of one's own spirituality. With the help of the staff, [Demon Corrupted Personality] will be born."
Zhang Guangmu said in a brisk tone, "Azure Blue Academy's demonic fall is a loss of humanity."
"Without exception, they will carry out experiments on living subjects, and there are not a few who choose to eat people simply because they are too lazy to go out to buy food."
The novices had a look of fear on their faces and almost instinctively distanced themselves from the young men in blue robes.
Zhang Guangmu seemed to have not seen this scene and said to himself, "Crimson Academy's demons are arrogant and reckless - they often die miserably at the hands of powerful monsters."
"Golden Academy's demonic fall is uncontrollable jealousy."
"It's not uncommon for people to backstab their friends because they are better than them."
"A word of advice to those students who were obviously relieved - don't think that you are useless, so you won't be stabbed in the back."
"Appearance, talent, courage, open-minded attitude towards life, family background, fighting ability, academic performance..."
"For the fallen gold Demon Hunting Sorcerer, as long as you are alive, they can always find something 'stronger than themselves' in you."
"And Pitch Black Academy's demonic fall..."
Having said this, a hint of sarcasm appeared on Zhang Guangmu's lips. "I call it [Coward Syndrome]."
"Many bizarre delusions of being persecuted will follow you like a shadow."
"And this kind of delusion is mostly caused by distracting thoughts and Demon Forging Power Refining the False into the True."
"Drowning, self-immolation, being struck by lightning, being surrounded and killed by relatives and friends, being plotted to death..."
Having said this, Zhang Guangmu suddenly waved the delicate wand in his hand, and the wands belonging to the beginners fell back into their hands one after another.
And Fang Yi, which had been hanging in the air for a while, finally landed on the ground.
The next moment, the staff in Zhang Guangmu's hand vibrated slightly.
Black flames as dark as fluid flowed out from the tip of the staff, not only lingering around Zhang Guangmu, making him look like a demon, but also condensing a piece of text in front of everyone's eyes.
This time, it's not just text, there's even a voiceover.
The timbre characteristics of this dubbing are almost exactly the same as Zhang Guangmu, but the tone is completely different.
"I remembered it!"
Zhang Guangmu's voice sounded a little crazy, "My way of death is..."
"Because Demon Forging Power went berserk, not only did I fail to fulfill my duties as Dean Pitch Black Academy and Professor Demon Forging Theory Class, I actually killed all the freshmen this year with my own hands!"
"After that, I was killed by the principal and the deans of the other three major colleges!"
What does it mean to combine theory with practice?
That's it!
The novices who were shrouded in murderous intent suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
Fang Yi, who was the first to react, had his heart beating wildly and his breathing became rapid. "Escape! Everyone, run away!"
"Zhang Guangmu Dean has been counterattacked by the staff and has completely fallen into a demon!"
"He... plans to kill us all!"