Dekan Was Raising a Monster

"Meow! Shut up! That's not teacher-student affection at all!"

Cat Teacher quickly stretched out his paw and Dekan insulting the word "teacher".

"Um..."

Dekan remained silent for a moment.

He looked at Cat Teacher, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, as if he had thought of a very important question.

Finally, he asked:

"Cat Teacher, there's something I've been wondering about for a long time: what kind of teacher do you teach?"

"Meow meow meow!!"

Upon hearing Dekan's words, Cat Teacher immediately bristled.

It was as if his long-held authority had been questioned.

However, it noticed that Cornelia and Morion were also looking at it with the same puzzled expressions.

It seems they've been curious about this for a long time.

I just didn't find the opportunity to ask.

Cat Teacher wanted to argue her point, but seemed unable to bring herself to say it.

"Cat Teacher? Are you alright?"

The way it was holding its breath made Dekan a little worried that it was about to turn red.

"You don't need to know so much about cat stuff! Anyway, I'm Cat Teacher, meow! Woof woof rub!"

The Cat Teacher waved its front paws and gestured wildly in front of Dekan for a while, then jumped into Morion's shadow in a huff.

The three looked at each other and shook their heads.

However, just as they were talking, a shipment of goods from the third floor appeared at the portal.

What did you order?

Morion asked, somewhat puzzled.

He didn't see Dekan order anything; Dekan simply completed the payment at lightning speed.

However, a meal appears periodically next to the portal on the third floor, much like a kitchen window.

"Omakase from the Demon Realm, that should be pretty good."

Dekan recalled that in the Cooking Classroom at the Demon Academy, Chef Batchel had also provided him and Cornelia with chef-style dishes.

Now that his memories were stirred, he couldn't resist experiencing it again.

"I miss him. Batchel was really good, both in terms of his cooking skills and in himself!"

Cornelia nodded, her right hand involuntarily clenching the air before waving it.

She remembered hitting many targets with a hammer.

But Batchel still has the best touch.

It's bouncy and won't break easily.

"..."

Morion thoughtfully took two meals, leaving space for the two who were chatting about their memories, and then walked to the other side.

"... Did I miss reading one volume?"

Morion overheard Dekan and Cornelia talking about things he couldn't understand, and asked the Cat Teacher in the shadows with some confusion.

The Cat Teacher peeked out from the shadows and answered:

"Meow meow meow, if we divide 'The Dekan Story' into volumes as I wrote it, you'd probably only appear in the third volume. It's normal that you don't know the contents of the first two volumes, but unfortunately, I also only appear in the second volume. The school cut too much of the Shadow World recording from the first volume..."

Breakfast is half of life.

Dekan stood on one side of the arena, seemingly savoring the meal he had just eaten, or perhaps recalling a memory of that meal, and sighed.

In less than an hour, the three of them had leisurely finished their breakfast.

Then they went together to the central area of the sixth floor to wait for Fasilier.

Time's up.

Not a penny more, not a penny less.

Fasilier pushed a restrained body out of the laboratory.

It appears that to prevent it from getting out of control, it is covered with the strongest restraint devices and seals that Fasilier can apply.

"Oh? You've reformed the prisoners?"

Fasilier glanced at Cornelia beside Dekan and found that she seemed unchanged.

"She is the strongest; she doesn't need any fancy tricks."

Dekan simply stated with certainty.

"Oh."

Fasilier chuckled and shook his head.

"So, shall we begin?"

Fasilier placed his hand on the prisoner he had just reformed, as if preparing to unveil him to Dekan like a work of art.

I have a strong feeling that I want to see Dekan's surprised expression.

Let's begin.

Dekan said with a somewhat serious expression.

With the mutual agreement, the central area of the entire sixth floor sank, forming a large open space resembling a Colosseum. At the same time, the state of the barrier also changed, as if it had entered a state of war preparedness.

The area around the Colosseum became like a viewing area, offering a bird's-eye view of the Colosseum taking place.

This floor is centered around the arena, while the surrounding testing facilities are merely additional features.

Cornelia and Dekan exchanged a glance, then jumped off the Colosseum.

Fasilier then pushed the prisoner directly off the Colosseum and removed his restraints.

With several bursts of energy bound by the seal, Fasilier's trump card was finally awakened.

A violent aura spread out like a halo.

Although Batchel was still in human form, he no longer possessed the characteristics of a living being, as if he had been transformed into a chimera.

He exuded Terror aura of power, like a prehistoric behemoth, making the surrounding air seem several times heavier.

After being modified by Fasilier, Batchel was strengthened to an extremely high level even among seventh-tier warriors.

But it's not just about the stat boosts; Batchel has also been given special abilities to counter Dekan.

Dekan quickly identified it.

At this moment, Batchel seems to be able to continuously stack up the Berserk state, allowing his body to be in an overloaded state while exerting combat power beyond the limit.

Having just undergone brutal modification, Batchel immediately entered Berserk state after being freed from his restraints. His aura intensified several levels, and the oppressive feeling even showed signs of approaching the eighth rank!

Dekan felt rather satisfied.

Of the several suitable traits he envisioned being granted to Batchel through forbidden demonic experiments, infinite Berserk was indeed a good choice for the perverse-minded Fasilier.

Far away opposite Dekan, Fasilier, sensing Batchel's presence, laughed wildly:

"Let me show you my masterpiece! I've named it Berserk Batchel! He's an undead warrior who miraculously survived unimaginable torture at the Demon Academy! He can withstand my ultimate experimental results! Now, he has been completely transformed!"

Fasilier proudly introduced his work while keeping a close eye on Dekan's expression.

Dekan remained silent, his lips pressed together, his eyes fixed intently on Batchel's figure in the Colosseum.

It was a look that contained three parts sorrow and seven parts pity.

Fasilier nodded in satisfaction.

Wait, that expression is going to get even more interesting.

The stronger your bond, the more brutal the battle will be.

Because in this confrontation between teacher and student, Batchel may find himself deeply tormented by his unwillingness to persecute his student.

This will only further intensify Batchel's Berserk state, making him stronger and stronger!

In the Colosseum.

Batchel finally opened his blood-red eyes slowly, as if he were being revived.

He feels great now, as if he has been reborn.

Aside from the occasional sharp, chilling pain that sends shivers down my spine, my brain also experiences other symptoms.

His mind was a jumbled mess, as if he had just woken up from a shattered nightmare.

Although he could feel the pain he had endured beyond the limits of biological endurance when he underwent the complete transformation.

But for him, that kind of pain was nothing compared to any fragment of a nightmare.

He didn't want to recall anything related to that nightmare anymore.

The nightmare is over.

Now, he will usher in a new life.

It's obvious that this is nothing more than a Colosseum.

The powerful being who gave him new life probably hoped to drive him to defeat his opponent.

Having crossed the darkest depths, Batchel is now fearless.

No matter what the enemy is, he will defeat them!

However.

When Batchel's gaze locked onto the enemy before him.

The sight of those red strands of hair made Batchel's pupils contract sharply.

Then, Batchel's lips and teeth began to tremble.

"Ah... ah..."

At this moment, Batchel finally saw the Red-haired Girl's appearance clearly.

Although she is no longer in demon form at this moment.

But that figure completely overlapped with the nightmare!

And this is not a hallucination.

Even in death, Batchel would never forget the oppressive aura emanating from that red-haired, super-strong demon.

Cornelia also took out a book and waved it across from Batchel.

"!!!"

This book evoked in Batchel a feeling strikingly similar to the hammer that had brought him endless torment in his memory!

Thinking of all this, Batchel's breathing became extremely erratic, his body was overwhelmed by fear, and he instinctively retreated, wanting to get as far away from the Red-haired Girl as possible!

Even though he knew he was much stronger than the Red-haired Girl.

But he dared not entertain any thoughts of fighting.

He was once stronger than this Red-haired Girl!

The result, however, was cruel.

It all started with another figure besides the Red-haired Girl.

Batchel's eyes began to dart around frantically, his gaze darting about, searching for any nearby targets.

However.

In less than half a second, he saw the gray-haired, blue-eyed Little Succubus above the Colosseum.

The prison lights shone behind the Gray-haired Demon, casting just the right shadows on his face, making only his sapphire-like pupils stand out.

That pity, tinged with a hint of mockery, and that sorrow filled with disdain, instantly flooded Batchel's mind with a torrent of memories of blood and darkness, taking over his thoughts.

He stood rooted to the spot, his body trembling violently as if it had lost control, and tears of blood welling up in his eyes.

"No!!!!"

Batchel clutched his head and roared in anguish.

He shook his head frantically, then began pounding his head violently with his hands, his body twisting and convulsing uncontrollably.

"Aaaaaaah!"

Batchel finally couldn't hold back any longer and roared in despair.

He was trapped in a nightmare from which he could not awaken.

However, at this moment, in Fasilier's eyes, this was an incredibly beautiful reunion between teacher and student.

Everything happened exactly as he expected.

But it also exceeded his expectations.

When students see their beloved teacher transformed into such a state, they are powerless and can only suppress their grief and watch from afar.

When the teacher realizes all this, he will personally defeat his student's followers and become an enemy of the student.

He eventually suffered a mental breakdown.

What a profound teacher-student relationship this must be to evoke such intense emotions in them.

Stimulated by this, Batchel's Berserk, and he finally broke through the threshold of the eighth rank!

Fasilier found it utterly wonderful.

"Batchel, I know you can't bear to fight your own student, but I regret to inform you that I have implanted Mind Control Component in your brain, and you will have to obey my commands in battle!"

Fasilier called down with a wicked laugh.

No!! You can't do that!!!

Batchel turned around abruptly and looked at Fasilier standing on the stage behind him.

Besides despair, all that remained in Batchel's eyes was fear and pleading.

"Hmph, that's not up to you. You can go now, Batchel. Defeat that Red-haired Girl, but don't kill her. Bring her to me unharmed."

Fasilier issued his orders.

Then Batchel felt himself uncontrollably rushing toward Cornelia to carry out his orders.

"No!! Stop right now!!! You'll regret this!!!"

Batchel shouted at Fasilier in despair.

Even though he had tried his best to control his body.

But they still couldn't stop the attack on Cornelia.

He wasn't that afraid of the Red-haired Girl herself.

But he was afraid of the Gray-haired Demon behind the Red-haired Girl.

Even though the Gray-haired Demon's appearance has changed.

But those eyes—he could recognize them at a glance!

That source of nightmares, seemingly etched deep within his mind, that he could never escape!

Colosseum at this moment.

Cornelia had already buffed herself to the maximum, and the enemy Batchel was in a state of extreme confusion and had no will to fight.

But she still dared not confront Batchel at all, and simply tried her best to escape.

When she is about to be closed in by Batchel, she will summon a [Captain Dekan] card to control Batchel.

Although it can buy a few seconds and create distance.

However, each time [Captain Dekan] is used, it seems to intensify Batchel's Berserk.

Fasilier, watching this cat-and-mouse game, was almost certain that his victory was a foregone conclusion.

Batchel's performance seemed reasonable to Fasilier.

This Demon Teacher wanted to fix the match and lose to his own student.

However, they are also subject to mental control and cannot act according to their own will.

Instead, this only deepened his Berserk state.

Fasilier also noticed that Dekan's expression had become more serious.

Even his eyes betrayed a hint of barely concealed anger.

"That's wonderful, that's it! Keep going!"

Fasilier shouted gleefully.

"No, please, please let me go!!"

Batchel's voice gradually turned into cries and screams.

In his eyes, Dekan's expression meant: If you dare to continue to be my enemy, I will make you experience pain that is ten or a hundred times more Terror than before!

Batchel possessed absolute power and held a decisive advantage in the Colosseum.

But at this moment, he resembled a helpless child.

His nerves were being torn apart by two enormous forces, snapping one by one...