The Villain Young Master Just Wants to Live a Buddhist Life

It was nothing more than a petty trick of this sort.

Because it was inherently harmless, it would not arouse suspicion.

On the surface, it was just an interesting little toy.

But now it seemed that it was not as simple as it appeared.

Dark used his Magic Pen to probe it once more, confirming that this Black Rose flower card was indeed damaged, then took out his notebook and began to record.

1. The flower card can absorb a person's thoughts through the conduction of magic power.

2. There must be people who have accidentally input excessive magic power. But since no one has reported it yet, it indicates that this flower card only has a special reaction to the magic power of a select few, and for now, that is only me.

3. The fact that the flower card can absorb Sin suggests that its root sequence is extremely high.

4. Whoever was capable of creating such a flower card must possess a high level of skill.

5. I want it.

Regardless of who created this flower card or for what purpose.

The fact that it has the ability to absorb "Bliss" will not change!

If enough of these flower cards could be collected, he could boldly attempt to raise "Bliss" above 100 in the future to create the Bliss series of Magitech Cards.

His heart grew restless.

His greed was becoming somewhat uncontrollable.

Dark calmed his mind, tidied up the remains of the flower card, and sealed them in a plastic bag.

Meanwhile.

Victor and Robert were practicing dueling in the corridor of the Castle.

Victor's Magic Phantom Beast was a Light-attribute Stag.

Standing two meters tall with its head held high, its majestic, branch-like antlers gave it an attack power significantly higher than that of an average Magic Phantom Beast.

However, as a Magic Phantom Beast, its magic power remained at only 100.

[Card Name: Magic Phantom Beast]

[Type: Spirit Card]

[Level: ]

[Race: Beast Type]

[Attribute: Light]

[Magic Power: 100]

[Attack: 200]

[Defense: 100]

[Special Move: Light of the Soul]

If Dark's "Magic Phantom Beast: Eevee" represented a qualitative change in its core, then Victor's "Magic Phantom Beast: Stag" and Robert's "Magic Phantom Beast: Castle" were entirely reflected in their surface stats.

All three of their "Magic Phantom Beasts" differed from the standard template.

Victor's attempt to win the class tournament was not born of blind arrogance.

But after practicing with Robert for a while, Victor gradually realized that his thinking had been too naive.

Robert's Castle was simply too tough!

Relying on the Stag's 200 attack power, he couldn't inflict any damage on it at all!

After repeated attempts yielded no results, Victor said helplessly, "This isn't fair, Robert."

Robert, having shaken off the gloom of last night, laughed spiritedly, "Wrong, this is reality, Victor! 300 > 200, even I can do that math!"

Victor furrowed his brows, "But I remember Professor Jones once saying that the surface stats of a Magic Spirit Card can only be used as a reference, and in reality, there will be significant discrepancies."

Robert said smugly, "The discrepancy is that I'm even tougher than you imagined! Hahaha!"

"I can't play like this!"

Victor sighed, "Let's call it a night. I want to practice on my own."

The two then went their separate ways.

Robert wandered around outside, watching many first-years practicing duels, but they were all just minor scuffles, and he smiled quite reservedly.

After parting ways with Robert, Victor pulled out the card adorned with red lilacs.

Injecting his magic power, the face of that person once again emerged from within the flower card.

Victor's expression was somewhat dazed; the anomaly in the library had made him realize that this flower card was far from ordinary.

But he did not know how to deal with it.

Should he tell a professor?

Or should he explore it himself?

If he told a professor, would his own secrets be exposed as a result?

He could not reach a conclusion.

Victor pulled out the book he carried with him, Into the Abyss.

The moon was still very round tonight; he wondered if it would have any effect.

But just as he opened the cover, before he had even stepped out of the Castle to bathe in the moonlight, the lines of text began to writhe, and a pink mist rose from the pages.

It did not coalesce into a shape.

Instead, it drifted toward the Lilac Flower Card in his hand!

Victor was startled and instinctively tried to pull them apart.

But the pink mist accelerated, instantly diving into the flower card!

The card immediately underwent a transformation; the lilacs on its surface bloomed one after another, releasing a rich, floral fragrance.

The portrait of Pandora suddenly came to life!

Emerging from the card, the upper half of the senior's body raised her soft, slender hands to brush back the dark hair hanging by her temples, revealing a snow-white, delicate neck.

Victor's eyes widened as he stared at the Pandora who looked exactly like a real person, and he was completely stunned!

A few minutes later.

Victor put Into the Abyss back into his bag, leaving only the flower card wreathed in pink mist in his hand.

He placed the card in his palm, glancing down from time to time at the phantom of Pandora, and whispered, "Is it this way?"

Pandora let out a soft laugh and nodded slightly.

Her laughter was gentle and tender, brushing against his heart like a flowing spring.

Victor followed her guidance, somewhat mesmerized as he walked forward.

Not long after, he arrived at the place he had walked through the previous night, hurried past the statue of the Grand Magus, and then turned onto a different fork in the path.

Pandora's guidance was much clearer than the mist had been.

He entered a secret passage and quickened his pace, not taking any wrong turns this time. Only a dozen minutes later, he arrived in a grand hall.

This hall was hidden deep within the Castle and was about the size of a lecture hall. In the center stood two stone pillars carved with patterns of a Goddess dancing.

At the very front, a high altar had been constructed.

Standing atop the altar was a statue of a Goddess!

As Victor stepped inside, the torches on both sides of the hall lit up automatically, illuminating every corner of the room.

Victor looked at the statue with a nervous expression.

The statue was intricately carved from fine white jade, and the dust of history had left little mark upon it.

It held its hands clasped against its chest, eyes closed, head slightly bowed, as if praying for something.

The firelight shone upon it, reflecting a white glow like that of the bright moon.

Victor suddenly realized that just by looking at it, he felt as if his mind were being drawn away.

It was truly that sacred and beautiful.

"Clack."

Footsteps suddenly approached.

Chapter 41: Dark Demon's First Duel Exercise

"Who is it?"

Victor was incredibly sharp; almost instinctively, he circled around the altar and hid behind the statue of the Goddess.

Immediately after, the footsteps grew more frequent.

The people coming here were clearly not alone!

Victor suddenly felt a sense of inexplicable disappointment: So, this place was not meant for me alone?

That feeling was like having a toy you finally managed to get your hands on licked by someone else—and not just one person, but several people all at once!

Hiss—

He didn't dare act rashly, forced to listen to the sounds and imagine the movements of the others.

At least five or six people had entered the hall; their voices were kept very low, so he couldn't tell exactly what they were saying. But in the end, they seemed to place something in front of the statue and began chanting a spell that sounded like a hymn.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense.

It was fortunate that Victor had enough willpower; if it had been Robert, he would have surely been screaming in terror by now.

As the chanting reached a certain stage, the white light on the statue began to flow like liquid, growing brighter and brighter.

Victor strained to lift his head, only to discover that the minor flaws on the statue were actually being meticulously repaired!

Could this just be a group of repairmen here to fix the statue?

The thought flashed through his mind and vanished; even Victor didn't believe it himself.

Once the chanting ended, the atmosphere eased slightly, and the voices of those "repairmen" grew much louder.

Victor could faintly hear what they were saying: "Burn them to death!"

"For the Goddess!"

"We will succeed!"

"This is a Holy War!"

The bright moon hid away, and the day was about to arrive.

The light of dawn shone upon the earth, as if the righteous path would endure forever.

Dark opened the door and stepped out of his bedroom, his attention caught by something that slid down through the gap in the door.