The Villain Young Master Just Wants to Live a Buddhist Life

Saint Marian Academy is gradually being eroded by lovesickness.

Knight Academy common room.

In this common room, which was much quieter than usual, Victor and Robert were playing Magic Chess.

Magic Chess is a game adapted from Capsule Monster Chess. Each side has twenty-one pieces, and every piece possesses corresponding attack, defense, health points, and skills, as well as a set number of steps it can move each turn.

By deploying pieces within your own territory and moving one piece per turn, you advance, attack the opponent's pieces, and ultimately capture the fortress to plant your flag and claim victory!

This brand-new set of Magic Chess, which Victor and Robert bought together by going into debt for 5 academic credits, featured pieces that were all miniature golems. They had an intelligence level of 0.5, could move according to specific commands, and were even capable of singing, dancing, and rapping!

At this moment, Victor was commanding one of the Mermaid pieces to sing, listening with a look of pure intoxication.

Meanwhile, Robert was commanding a Medusa piece to dance, living his best life.

Not far away, Emma Mortis watched them with a cold expression, sneering in her heart.

These two losers from Saint Marian Academy had no idea that their good days were about to come to an end!

Saint Marian Open-Air Duel Hall.

A slender white dragon, so beautiful it seemed to defy biological barriers, coiled in the air. Its snow-white scales shimmered with a fine silver light under the sun, and intense light was gathering upon its jade-like antlers.

Pandora Dragon stood on the contestant platform, her lazy posture so supple that she seemed to be one with the white dragon.

She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the platform in front of her, her jade-like palms cupping her delicate chin as she watched the panicked classmate in the opposite contestant seat with boredom.

Too simple.

Life loses its interest when it is too smooth.

Only by watching cute, naive, and shy little boys can one find the true value of life.

Pandora lowered her head, fiddling with her fingernails—which were slightly narrower, longer, and sharper than those of a normal human—and couldn't help but reveal a doting smile.

When she looked up again, the classmate opposite her had completely broken down.

In the audience, fans from all walks of life shouted her name, and the massive banners unfurled displayed slogans that were embarrassingly bold.

As Pandora walked off the contestant platform, she waved in the direction of the loudest cheers. The atmosphere in that area instantly surged even higher.

She smiled very charmingly.

This was the fourth-year student of Magister House, the Silver Dragon Girl, the highly popular duelist who boasted countless fans—Pandora Dragon!

Traveler Street.

Rose, who had been dragged around snack stalls by Diana for an entire afternoon, leaned against a chair in an ice cream shop, completely exhausted. She lowered her head to touch her slightly protruding, round little belly, unable to hide a wry smile.

"Rose-chan, you have to learn to say no!"

However, it was really sweet!

Youth is so beautiful, and everyone is moving forward at their own pace.

A small card game called "Love Divination" was quietly becoming popular.

Diana toyed with a Cherry Blossom Card that came as a freebie from a candy store, then suddenly shook it hard, causing the cherry blossoms on the card face to flutter.

They actually flew right off the card!

Pink and white cherry blossoms danced in the air, and waves of floral fragrance drifted about.

Once the cherry blossoms scattered and naturally dissolved, the person one cared about most in their heart would appear on the card face.

"Diana, did the divination work?"

Rose struggled to straighten her body, wanting to lean in and take a look.

Diana brushed away the petals on the card face and saw the person who had appeared on the Love Divination Card. A cute blush spread across her fair, delicate cheeks.

She hurriedly raised her still-chubby little hand to cover the card face.

Then, she looked at Rose unhappily: "Show me yours first!"

Rose leaned back against the chair, looking troubled: "I told you, there's no one. By the way, I heard people saying yesterday that after you divine your lover, if you input magic power into the divination card with strong emotions, you can divine who that person likes. Do you want to try it?"

"No!"

Diana shook her head vigorously, though her fingertips were quietly pulsing with magic power.

She peeked through her fingers and suddenly turned pale—it wasn't her!

Back in the library, Pandora touched the golden-haired little boy who had appeared on the Love Divination Card, seriously considering the possibility of "a woman three years older holding a golden brick."

Emma Mortis took a thumb-thick book from the corner of the table, opened it along the seam, and glanced at the Lily Card "Love Divination Card" used as a bookmark, still choosing not to use it.

At the neighboring desk, a corner of a playing card peeked out from Victor Gold's textbook.

In the library reading room, Dark Demon carefully flipped through Basic Magister Theory 2.

The library did not keep textbooks in its collection; he had borrowed this second-year magister theory book from the librarian, Bella, who said it was an old copy left behind by a former student.

This Basic Magister Theory 2 was, of course, not a precious treasure from the "Half-Blood Prince" like Harry Potter's Advanced Potion Making.

It was merely an ordinary textbook filled with classroom notes.

However, those notes still helped Dark understand some of the more rigid concepts within the text with greater ease.

Starting from the second year, the difficulty of the courses at Saint Marian Academy would see a qualitative leap.

If the first year was merely popular science, then the second year was where the real research began!

The magnitude of this gap would cause students who hadn't been diligent enough in their first year to instantly fall behind, subsequently trapping them in an endless hell of remedial lessons!

Even Dark found it quite a tough nut to crack.

But fortunately, his grasp of the written word was truly excellent, and by chipping away at it bit by bit alongside the notes, he could always get to the bottom of things.

Soon, he found the chapter on "Precision Crafting of Emotion Cards."

The knowledge in the first-semester textbook of the first year had only stopped at the level of how to craft "Simple Emotion Cards."

To improve "Pride 1," he had to learn more complex and advanced crafting methods!

"So that's how it is. The No. 7 Transmutation Circle is only a rubbing circle, used to imprint the power of emotion onto a Magister Card."

"To refine emotion, one needs the No. 13 Transmutation Circle."

"To amplify the effect, one needs the No. 9 Transmutation Circle."

"To prevent energy leakage, one needs the No. 18 Transmutation Circle."

"To allow for repeated use, one needs the No. 21, No. 33, and No. 34 Transmutation Circles!"

"I never imagined that such a tiny emotion card could contain so many intricacies."

Dark took a slight breath.

Beyond the transmutation circles, refining an emotion card also required auxiliary materials.

He glanced at his dwindling academic credits and felt that applying for temporary access to the laboratory from the Magister Theory professor might be a better idea.

After all, who doesn't love a freebie?

Chapter 19 Dark Demon Attempts to Bring Joy to Others

Nine-thirty in the evening.

Dark left the library and sat for a while in the common room.

Then he returned to his dormitory to take a bath and close his eyes for a bit.

After coming out, he would drink a glass of milk and go to sleep.

There was no helping it; the life of an honor student was just that simple and disciplined.

Before this, Dark had never imagined he could develop such good habits—truly, people grow step by step under pressure!

For the sake of healthy physical development, Dark tried his best to ensure eight hours of sleep a day.

This was what is commonly known as "early to bed and early to rise."

He had often wondered recently if he were to successfully purge the Demon God bloodline, would he revert to his original lifestyle and routine?

The answer was uncertain.

But he guessed it wouldn't change too much.

The formation of habits involves many factors, but once successfully established, it becomes relatively easy to maintain them.

Dark was gradually feeling that this kind of life wasn't bad, though the shackles restraining him did cause a bit of psychological pressure.

And what he wanted to do now was to remove that bit of pressure.

Waking up at six in the morning.

Dark arrived at the common room, picked up a copy of the Great Sage Daily issued by the kingdom, and was just preparing to enjoy the breakfast brought to him by DemiDevimon while reading the paper, when the sound of rustling footsteps came from the stairwell.

In the past, he rarely encountered anyone when reading books or newspapers at this hour.

Enjoying the vast common room all to himself had gradually become a pleasure.

He hadn't expected today to be any different.

Emerging from the stairs were two first-year students still squinting their eyes. Seeing them having shed their school uniforms for new outfits—there was no doubt, they must be eager to head to Traveler Street to ride the waves!

After all, it was the first weekend that Traveler Street was open, and Dark expressed his understanding.

He didn't look at the two classmates again, instead shifting his gaze back to the newspaper, his hand holding a spoon, continuously stirring his milk with added sugar.

"Morning, Dark."

"Morning, Dark."

"Morning, Roentgen, Sievert."

The two sides exchanged greetings before each went on their way.

Once Roentgen and Sievert had exited the tower, they looked at each other and began whispering.

Roentgen sighed, "So, Dark actually gets up this early?"

Sievert: "No wonder he's always ahead of us in his studies. Heaven rewards the diligent; that saying is truly no lie."

Roentgen: "Perhaps we should be more diligent too?"

Sievert: "Yeah."

Roentgen: "I really couldn't have imagined it. Is that really the Dark Dimon in person? I feel like I could become friends with him."

Sievert: "That might be a bit difficult, right? He seems kind enough, but he doesn't seem to interact with people much."

Roentgen: "Eh! Forget it! Let's just play to our hearts' content these next two days! We'll start working hard from next Monday!"

Sievert: "Good luck!"

Their figures gradually faded into the distance.

DemiDevimon flapped its wings and flew back, chuckling as it relayed the conversation between Roentgen and Sievert.

Dark shook his head with a wry smile. Another classic case of "I'll work hard tomorrow," is it?

Always leaving the difficult things for tomorrow—aren't they afraid they'll never be able to take that step forward?