The Villain Young Master Just Wants to Live a Buddhist Life

Dark jumped down from inside and walked quickly toward the bridge downstairs.

With the Sorting Card in hand, he could clearly track DemiDevimon no matter where it flew.

Once he crossed the bridge, however, he was no longer in a hurry.

Maintaining a fixed distance, he followed unhurriedly, keeping pace without ever actually seeing Victor.

The time had already pushed past nine-thirty in the evening, and aside from the clumsy Golem, not a single soul could be seen in the castle.

He tracked him like this for about ten minutes.

Victor was still walking ahead, but Dark suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind him!

His mind raced, and he quickly ducked behind the statue of an unknown Archmage, pressing himself tightly against it.

The mage's wide robes successfully concealed his entire body.

The slightly hurried footsteps rushed past.

It was only after the sound had completely vanished that Dark let out a soft sigh and slowly stepped out from behind the statue.

Just then, the Sorting Card suddenly vibrated.

Not long after, DemiDevimon flew back.

→It had lost the trail!

"He seemed to have discovered me, then suddenly picked up his pace and vanished the moment he turned a corner!"

DemiDevimon chattered on with its explanation, its face full of grievance.

Dark nodded with a wry smile: "He didn't see you, did he?"

It was not unexpected that DemiDevimon would lose the trail.

After all, as the son of the Hero, he was bound to have some unknown peculiarities; perhaps he even possessed the legendary "sixth sense" or "seventh sense"?

The question was whether DemiDevimon's appearance had been spotted.

DemiDevimon shook its head frantically: "Absolutely, definitely, and positively, he did not see me!"

"As long as he didn't see you, it's fine."

Dark began to walk back.

"There wasn't any real necessity to keep tracking him anyway."

He didn't take the matter to heart.

St. Marian held many uncertainties.

The history of the castle was too ancient, and the secrets buried deep within were too distant.

Too many people had already forgotten history.

When the hidden secrets surfaced, the dust of history would eventually fade away.

And truth always arrives accompanied by mist.

Who will lift the mist?

Who can grasp the truth?

The Hero.

He is here.

Chapter 38: The Youth Romantic Comedy of St. Marian is Indeed Wrong

Victor Gaude carefully pushed open a mural and crawled out from within the wall.

Just moments ago, he had vaguely sensed someone tracking him, but he hadn't expected that the moment he turned a corner, a pink glow would point directly at the wall.

The characters "Magic Power" condensed upon it.

He reached out with his left hand and poured in his magic, and the wall rippled like water.

Gritting his teeth, he squeezed through and entered an extremely hidden secret passage.

On both sides of the passage, a torch stood every few meters.

Whenever someone approached, the torches would flare up with a "whoosh," illuminating the path.

The passage was winding with numerous forks, sometimes twisting like a snake, sometimes rising and falling; as his senses became increasingly confused, Victor could no longer tell if he was heading downward or upward.

After finally emerging, what met his eyes was the same monotonous scenery found throughout the castle.

But after taking a few more steps, he entered yet another secret passage.

After repeating this several times, Victor was completely bewildered.

As the mist on the pages gradually dissipated and became blurred, Into the Abyss returned to silence.

→Victor felt like he had been played!

It took Victor a full half-hour to escape the labyrinthine castle, looking disheveled as he returned to the Knight Academy common room.

Robert was still busy crafting his Magic Phantom Beast.

A classmate happened to be interested and was offering him a few pointers.

Perhaps because he now understood how difficult and precious it was to accumulate academic credits, Robert was extremely cautious. Every step was agonizingly slow, and the crafting process was going reasonably well. He had now reached the most critical and difficult step—drawing the No. 1 Transmutation Circle!

Victor watched silently, not daring to make a sound and disturb him.

Yet, when drawing a transmutation circle that even Diana could successfully complete, Robert was acting unusually nervous!

As a result, his finger trembled, the pen tip slipped, and he actually drew it wrong!

"Ugh—"

"Don't be nervous, Robert, you can still continue!"

Victor rushed over and steadied his hand!

Robert was dripping with cold sweat, but with Victor's help, he managed to finish the stroke and continue drawing the lines.

Although that extra stroke was an eyesore, he eventually completed the entire No. 1 Transmutation Circle!

The transmutation circle glowed successfully.

Robert was trembling all over from nerves, and it took him several tries to successfully pick up the hair of the Magic Phantom Beast and place it into the light.

As the hair was gradually swallowed by the golden light of the No. 1 Transmutation Circle, the glow became increasingly brilliant.

Golden threads separated from the No. 1 Transmutation Circle, wrapping layer by layer around the Magic Spirit Card.

Finally, it formed a golden cocoon!

Victor said, "There's one more step, Robert. Channel your magic power, and think about things you like."

Robert reached out and pressed his hand onto the golden cocoon, slowly injecting his magic: "Things I like? Magic Chess?"

The Magic Spirit Card broke out of the cocoon.

Robert excitedly picked up the Magic Spirit Card that represented three days of hard work for the two brothers. The blurry, transparent outline on the card face began to change the moment it met his gaze.

It was neither the Jack Russell Terrier, the Patronus of Ron from Harry Potter, nor the little mouse Scabbers, Ron's pet; it was the piece from Magic Chess—the immovable Castle!

[Card Name: Magic Phantom Beast]

[Type: Spirit Card]

[Level: 1]

[Race: Elemental]

[Attribute: Earth]

[Magic Power: 300]

[Attack: 0]

[Defense: 300]

[Ultimate Skill: Hold Position]

When Robert summoned his "Magic Phantom Beast: Castle," everyone was stunned.

In Magic Chess, the Castle is equivalent to the player's life. It occupies a fixed 3x3 grid, possesses ten times the health bar of a single piece, and can consume a turn to activate its innate skill: Hold Position, which halves the damage the Castle receives in the next turn.

Once the Castle is captured, the player is declared defeated.

Robert's "Magic Phantom Beast: Castle" was also a massive 3m x 3m x 3m cube. The moment it was summoned, it gave off a sense of stability and unshakable solidity!

"Whoa! Robert, you've really done it!"

Victor punched Robert on the shoulder, pleasantly surprised.

Robert's neck flushed red with excitement, and he exclaimed, "Come here, my Castle, let me get a good look at you!"

→Castle-chan didn't budge an inch.

After several attempts, Robert's face turned pale.

Someone suddenly said, "What's there to be surprised about, Robert? It's common knowledge that the Castle in Magic Chess can't move, isn't it? Hahaha, hahaha! Sorry, I couldn't help myself, hahaha!"

That night, Robert dreamed that he had transformed into a majestic castle, only to be gnawed away bit by bit from the corner of the wall by a group of large-toothed mice, falling into despair until he finally collapsed with a thunderous crash!

Victor had a dream as well.

He dreamed of the library administrator, that senior student, and dreamed of going on a date with her in a garden where Princess Lily flowers were in bloom.

When he woke up, there was a sticky puddle on his bed.

The ignorant boy lacked knowledge in this area and assumed he had wet the bed, his face flushed red the entire morning.

On this Thursday, it seemed everything had returned to its normal pace.

Victor and Robert had both returned to their usual selves; their fleeting enthusiasm for studying had vanished, though they were slightly more disciplined than before, choosing to dodge Emma after class.

As for Emma, she had no intention of paying them any mind at all.

Dark was earning credits as usual, accumulating wealth for his shopping trip to Traveler Street over the weekend.

By the way, the substitute teaching bonus was 200 points!

Dark had always felt his "vertical calculation method" had been under-rewarded, so he argued his case reasonably.

Professor Lily then granted him an additional 150 points.

So, earning credits was really quite simple.

After the History of Magic class ended in the afternoon, Dark headed to the library as usual.

People grow, and he was now able to walk past Pandora without changing his expression.

But after walking some distance away, he suddenly turned back and saw Victor fidgeting while trying to strike up a conversation with the senior, which made him realize something; he couldn't help but smile slightly, remaining as calm and composed as ever.

Arithmetic class had assigned new homework.

Whenever this happened, it was time for Diana and Rose to latch onto him.

Dark looked at the two little girls sitting obediently across the desk and felt a bit helpless.

By five in the afternoon.

Diana finally finished the last of the homework, let out a "wow," and leaned back against her chair, puffing out her chest and stretching her arms, the little white rabbits hidden beneath her thin school uniform eager to leap out.