The Villain Young Master Just Wants to Live a Buddhist Life

"Ah--hahahaha(￣v￣)/!"

DemiDevimon flew into the air, looking down at its master from above, clinging to the ceiling as it let out an arrogant, unbridled laugh.

Dark did not mind such trivial matters: "DemiDevimon, use your other skill on the wall."

A Familiar cannot resist the formal orders of a Magister.

In this regard, Magic Spirits, which lack such a valve, actually have more autonomy.

Of course, under normal circumstances, a Magic Spirit with an intelligence level of 2.0 would never even conceive of the thought of disobeying its master.

Therefore, despite its extreme reluctance, DemiDevimon still used its other skill on the wall—it suddenly widened its eyes, and two spiral light waves erupted from its dark golden pupils!

If the wall hadn't remained completely unscathed, Dark would have truly thought it had comprehended some kind of "Special Beam Cannon (Eye)" skill.

But he soon realized that this was highly likely a skill specifically for living creatures.

Thus, Dark immediately summoned "Magic Phantom Beast: Eevee".

Although a Magic Spirit is not a living creature in the traditional sense, it is considered a pseudo-life form.

Sure enough, the spiral light waves shot from DemiDevimon's eyes finally took effect; Eevee-chan's eyes gradually grew hazy, and in the end, it actually fell asleep!

→[Ultimate Skill: Demon Hypnosis]

→[Demon Hypnosis: Fires hypnotic waves from the eyes to hypnotize enemies.]

After finishing this small experiment, Dark began to set his next goal.

"There is still a five-point limit for 'Pride' this month... I feel like it's not quite enough?"

"The three-day shelf life of the Thought Bottle is also too short; perhaps I should earn some credits to buy a higher-grade one."

"Besides, I'm somewhat tempted to try crafting other Magic Cards from the Seven Deadly Sins series."

"Hmm—let me see, the ones closest to the 100-point mark are Wrath and Bliss..."

"Wait, why did I have such a thought?"

"Dark Dimon, danger!"

Dark hurriedly discarded this dangerous thought; his current primary goal was to lower the value of "Pride" before he could proceed with other experiments.

After a month of tempering, his self-control had become stronger and stronger. Aside from "Bliss" being difficult to control and "Wrath" posing hidden concerns, "Greed" was also a little dangerous.

As long as he lowered the most difficult-to-control "Pride," there would be no problems in the short term.

Once his self-control became even stronger, he could attempt to keep a specific Deadly Sin fluctuating around 100...

"Hiss! Dark Dimon, that thought of yours is very dangerous!"

As the sky over St. Marian was shrouded in dark clouds.

The first-year students welcomed the second Potions class of the week.

Dark still arrived at the classroom early to wait, but to his surprise, there were two people in the classroom he would absolutely never see there normally.

Victor and Robert had actually, quite rarely, arrived at the classroom early today!

"What's wrong with them? Did their Familiars pinch their heads?"

Although he had noticed that these two were acting a bit strange over the past two days, Dark hadn't thought too deeply about it.

But the situation this morning was exceptionally obvious!

Although Victor was not as flashy as some people, he was actually someone who usually paid quite a bit of attention to his image.

Dark had never seen him with a bird's nest on his head like he had today!

And what was up with those eyes?

Had he been bullied?

Could it be that besides me, Dark Dimon, there is someone else who dares to bully the son of the Hero?

OMG!

What was that thing tied around Robert's forehead?

"Victory?"

Are you trying to debut in the center position?

Dark was speechless.

As class time drew closer, the number of people in the classroom gradually increased.

Someone couldn't help but ask.

Victor was biting his pen while gnawing on his book, his expression gradually becoming ferocious.

Robert had already had his soul leave his body, his spirit separated from his person, and he responded in a daze: "It's nothing, this is just the price of learning!"

So, is the price of learning really this high?

Could it be that you two stayed up all night hitting the books?

Sleep at ten, wake at six, and take a half-hour nap at noon—that is the only way to stay energized all day and improve efficiency.

Staying up all night is simply not the way to go!

Dark really wanted to pass on his pearls of wisdom to them.

But it seemed that was no longer possible.

"Ring-a-ling—"

The eight o'clock bell rang right on time.

Professor Thompson stepped into the classroom exactly as the clock struck the hour.

"Today is a theory lesson."

That single sentence was enough to stifle the students' enthusiasm.

Although practical classes were more difficult, first-years clearly preferred the hands-on experience of brewing potions over the dull and tedious theory lessons.

However, White and Robert had eyes glowing with fervor!

"Lucky, isn't it? Robert."

"Yes, White. It seems our hard work has been favored by the goddess of luck."

"In this Magic Potion Class today, I will definitely score five more points than you!"

"Hahaha, you've got guts, White."

Five minutes into the lesson.

Professor Thompson finally posed his first question: "How do you purify the mixture during the preparation of Spirit Honey Nectar? I remember covering this last week. Does anyone remember?"

White shot his hand up!

But before Professor Thompson could notice him, he quickly pulled it back down.

That sudden rise and fall was truly heart-stopping, like an elevator losing control and plummeting to the bottom floor.

White wiped the sweat from his brow, feeling completely wide awake.

Robert asked anxiously, "What's going on, White?"

White looked embarrassed: "Hahaha, how could I possibly know what was taught last week? What about you, Robert?"

Robert looked blank: "If you don't know, how could I possibly know?"

Thirty-six minutes into the lesson.

White pinched Robert's thigh hard.

"Awoo—"

Robert jumped up like a grasshopper, but managed to cover his mouth just in time.

Professor Thompson, who was busy writing on the blackboard with his back turned, did not notice them.

Just a moment ago, Robert had been nodding off for the third time.

Falling asleep in Professor Thompson's class was no laughing matter.

Professor Didi, who taught History of Magic, would at most deduct ten points—wiping out the base score for the entire lesson.

But Professor Thompson would deduct enough to put you in the negatives!

Robert was covered in cold sweat, feeling his eyes swell even further, his eyelids as heavy as iron.

Sixty-three minutes into the lesson.

Professor Thompson finally reached the point they had previewed last night—how to use magic power to assist in potion brewing.

White was uniquely confident in his own magic power.

When Professor Thompson poured a "Rainbow Liquid" mixed with various colors into a 5L beaker, then pulled out a mercury-filled glass stirring rod, he prepared to call a student from the audience to demonstrate how to use magic power to stir the Rainbow Liquid into seven distinct, vibrant layers.

White, whose eyes were already as swollen as a toad's, immediately raised his hand!

"Hmm? White God, come on up."

Chapter 35 White God Goes All In

The walk from the back of the classroom to the front podium was not easy for White.

This was not his first time at the podium, but it was the first time he felt so confident.

Walking this path felt like traversing a journey of the mind.

He took the mercury glass rod under the signal of Professor Thompson.

Mercury was the most cost-effective Magic Guidance material, boasting a magic transmission rate of over 93%. Therefore, whether it was a Magic Pen or a glass rod, mercury would always serve as the core.

Victor felt the faint chill radiating from the glass rod, his gaze inadvertently sweeping across the classroom.

Emma was sitting in the very front row, visible at a glance.

But she seemed completely indifferent to him, merely staring at the swirling, multi-colored Rainbow Liquid, lost in thought.

The students from the Knight Academy wore expressions of visible surprise, likely puzzled by him volunteering to come up to the front for the first time.

The students from the Noble House, however, were more like spectators at a circus, waiting for a good show to begin.

--He did not know that the students from both houses were simply stunned and amused by his bird's nest hair and dark circles.

In the back row of the classroom.

By the window sat Dark... was he reading a book?

Why wasn't he being called out for not looking at the podium during class?

Victor had no spare capacity to think about such things; his mind was a mess, and twenty-four hours of pulling an all-nighter combined with mental overexertion made him feel like he was about to explode.

It was only because his mental power was strong enough that he could hold on.

And not end up exhausted and dozing off like Robert.

Speaking of Robert... how was he slumped over again!

Victor snapped to his senses in an instant, sweat beading on his burning forehead.

"No, I must capture Professor Thompson's attention!"

And so, he subconsciously plunged the mercury glass rod into the beaker!