The Villain Young Master Only Wants to Live a Buddhist Life

Of course, it couldn't possibly be Dark's fault.

Dark had already been tolerant enough!

No matter where this matter was placed, there was nothing to be said against him!

Then it could only be his own fault.

Not doing homework, roaring in class.

He scratched his scalp until it was raw!

"Sorry, it's all my fault."

In a corner somewhere, Robert said in agony.

Victor leaned against the wall, lost in thought, but said lightly: "It's okay, Robert, let's go find someone to borrow 5 credits from."

Previously, it was always Robert comforting him, but now it was the other way around.

Victor wasn't actually that angry.

The key was that Robert had come to his senses at the end and hadn't leaked the matter.

Otherwise, whether Emma would be in trouble was unknown, but they would definitely be in trouble!

Being made an example of and hung on the pillar of shame at St. Marian for a full six years was not something a young Magic Guidance student could endure.

In this matter, they were not mere victims.

Once exposed, perhaps the protagonist in the story Dark told would change from the so-called "Millionaire Jamie" to "Hero's son Victor and his little friends"!

Thinking about how he had been so popular at the start of the school year.

And now, just one month later, he had become an annoying debtor.

Victor felt a wave of dejection.

"If I had studied seriously from the start of the school year until now, would the person standing on the podium be me? Instead of Dimon?"

Things did not develop as Victor had imagined.

They hadn't been able to borrow money last night, so how could there be any surprises at noon today?

Whether the first-years realized the importance of arithmetic after hearing the little story Dark told was unknown, but they had definitely realized the importance of credits!

So they held onto their credits even tighter!

Victor and Robert couldn't truly lower their pride or explain the reason directly to ask for help.

Borrowing money frequently only made them even more annoying!

At 12:45, Victor did some calculations.

In another fifteen minutes, the debt would double, going from 80 to 160.

And they only had 75 credits, so they still needed 85 credits!

Before the next deadline arrived, there were only three classes left.

Three classes guaranteed 60 credits at minimum; to save up enough credits within these three classes, they would need to earn an additional 25 credits in rewards!

Victor said silently: "Robert, let's study hard!"

Robert covered his mouth: "But Victor, have you done the History of Magic homework?"

Victor: "..."

Professor Lily's office.

"Come on, drink this bowl of Special Hangover Cure, and forget all the past!"

"No, no! Gently, it's spilling out! Gulp-gulp-so bitter-wuwuwu!"

Dark put the empty bowl of Special Hangover Cure on the table and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Professor Lily was not just a professor for the first years.

If he hadn't woken her up at noon, he might have been forced to go to the upperclassmen's classrooms to substitute teach!

At that point, he couldn't exactly teach them calculus or quantum mathematics, could he?

Perhaps teaching some geometry would be a good idea?

He was just afraid that if he taught that, he would end up teaching them a sense of superiority, and then it would be GG.

In short, the Special Hangover Cure, which he had obtained by asking DemiDevimon to use his face to beg the Halfling chefs, was exceptionally bitter, but its effects were remarkably significant.

Professor Lily sat up with a decadent expression, her coat sliding down to reveal her jade-like shoulders and collarbone.

Dark reached out to retrieve his coat, then didn't give Professor Lily any chance to slack off: "Professor, I still have class, so I won't disturb you any further. Also, I have already explained all of last week's homework, ( ^_^ )/--bye-bye."

"Bang!"

The History of Magic class in the afternoon finally went by without any further mishaps.

Professor Didi read from his lesson notes as usual, occasionally calling on one or two students to answer questions.

All in all, as long as you didn't fall asleep, it was basically impossible to lose points in this class.

As soon as the bell rang, the two of them hurried toward the library.

Since the start of the semester, they had never been this proactive.

The two classes on Wednesday morning were Magic Potion and Summoning Technique; it was truly difficult to earn an extra 25 points in those two sessions.

They had to perform better than Dark and better than Emma!

Emma entered the library a moment later, just in time to see their backs disappearing in a hurry.

"Has it begun?"

She muttered to herself in a low voice, then turned and entered the reading room from another direction, walking toward her usual seat.

After sitting down, she pulled the thick Chronicles of Historical Legends from her bag and flipped to the page marked with a bookmark.

On the left was a portrait, and on the right was the legendary tale of that person.

After reading the account once more, Emma couldn't help but whisper: "I never expected that what Dimon said today would actually have such a similar effect to this story."

Chapter 32: Emma Mortis is Not a Real Creditor

The moment Emma borrowed this book from the library was the night before Traveler Street opened.

Reading historical biographies and listening to the voices of history was one of her rare hobbies.

This Chronicles of Historical Legends belonged to the more entertaining side of the genre, recording many interesting, semi-plausible stories.

And this page recorded a story about Amigid, the inventor of Magic Chess.

Legend has it that a long time ago, Amigid invented the first version of the 64-square Magic Chess board, which was favored by the king at the time, so the king decided to reward Amigid handsomely.

When the king asked him what he wanted, he said to the king: "Your Majesty, I only want a little wheat. Please have someone place the wheat on the chessboard I invented: one grain on the first square, two on the second, four on the third, eight on the fourth, sixteen on the fifth... just keep going like this, doubling the amount of grain for each subsequent square until all sixty-four squares are filled!"

Let's not mention here how large the squares would need to be to hold that much grain.

In any case, the rest of the story was exactly the same as the ending of Millionaire's Bankruptcy that Dark had told.

The king eventually discovered that even if he exhausted all his wealth, he could not fill those sixty-four squares!

Emma had been inspired by this story.

It was just that she hadn't expected Victor and Robert to be so hopeless that, even while knowing they were in a debt crisis, they still couldn't manage to earn the basic classroom points!

Especially their performance in Arithmetic class—it simply defied her imagination!

At the very beginning, Emma had just been so annoyed by their pestering and so indignant that the son of the Hero could be so degenerate that she wanted to teach them a lesson. If she could make them realize the importance of credits and encourage them to study, that would be even better.

The way things had developed to this point was also something she hadn't foreseen.

As for the so-called loan, the school rules actually explicitly stated that any credit loan exceeding ten times the principal was invalid and would not be recognized.

In other words, once it was past one o'clock on Monday afternoon, that contract had already become completely void.

Victor and Robert only needed to pay back a little bit of the principal—5 credits!

As for the fact that the two of them had never read the school rules...

Emma felt that it had nothing to do with her.

Anyway, the moment she handed over the credits, she had never intended to get them back.

But she wasn't kind enough to remind those two, either.

Watching those two annoying people running around in vain for a "huge debt" that didn't exist, Emma couldn't help but feel a sliver of amusement from it.

It could only be said that this was the essence of human nature; she wasn't purely virtuous, either.

However, looking at it now, things seemed to be moving in a positive direction—they had never arrived at the library this early before!

On the other side.

Dark Dimon was already in the laboratory.

After borrowing the key from Professor Kazel, he had rushed over without a moment's delay.

Having accumulated three days' worth of "Pride," Dark was already impatient to begin his testing.

The third drop of "Pride" had been extracted in the laboratory and hadn't caused him too much trouble.

He was already quite familiar with the crafting of "Pride 1."

Dark first extracted the day's portion of Pride, dripped it into the Thought Bottle to mix with the Pride from the previous two days, and then sealed the cap and shook it slightly, ensuring the Pride from the three different periods was blended evenly.

Soon, a faint, nearly invisible dark gold hue emerged within the bottle.

Two minutes later, he scavenged some basic materials from the experiment cabinet and began brewing an auxiliary potion called Brain Juice.

Applying this potion to a Magic Guidance card beforehand could subtly alter the surface properties of the card, making it easier for emotional or other thought-based substances to adhere to it.

This could be considered one of the gains Dark had made from flipping through books over the past few days.

Once the Brain Juice was successfully brewed, it was a liquid resembling egg whites, exuding a slightly sour scent.

Next came the brewing of the paste that would serve as the Sealant Liquid.

Once the Sealant Liquid was also finished, it was finally time for the formal creation of the Magic Guidance card.

Remaining blank Magic Guidance cards: 2.

One of them had been purchased, and the other was left over from Magic Guidance class.

Dark selected one from the two, spread it out on the experiment table, and applied an even coat of Brain Juice.

He then took a breath, allowing his emotions to gradually settle until his fingers stopped trembling.

One-third of an inch below the opening of the Thought Bottle lay a film of water designed to prevent the loss of memories and other thought-based substances.

He carefully inserted the Magic Brain Dropper into the film, taking extra caution during the initial insertion to ensure it did not puncture.

Once the tip of the Magic Brain Dropper was inserted to the appropriate position, he gently squeezed the Magic Brain and then released it.

After repeating this a few times, the Magic Brain Dropper let out a shrill cry.

Dark stopped pressing, withdrew the Magic Brain Dropper, pressed its tip against the blank Magic Guidance card, and squeezed the Magic Brain with force!

The bit of Pride stored within the Magic Brain sprayed out!

The effect of the Brain Juice took hold, and the Pride began to ripple outward, much like ink diffusing into water.