Dekan's Curriculum Reform Plan

"This school's curriculum is still far too intensive."

"The students have all lost their smiles."

"I must implement some curriculum reforms for them."

Dekan busily shuttled between rows of magical equipment, carrying a toolbox in his hand filled with various tools commonly used in magi-engineering.

Although these tools had a distinct Demon World aesthetic, they were essentially functional.

He had "borrowed" them from the classrooms previously attacked by Baron Batchelor.

Cornelia followed him, occasionally helping him move heavy objects.

The two were currently in the school's broadcasting room, having piled the demon corpses to one side, and were earnestly "repairing" the broadcasting equipment.

Of course, they were not the ones who had killed these demons.

They had been slaughtered by Baron Batchelor while he was in a frenzied state.

If it had been the two of them, they certainly wouldn't have let the demons die so easily; they would have squeezed out a bit more residual value from them first.

The rooms Dekan lured Baron Batchelor into destroying were not chosen at random.

He prioritized the Demon Workshop, followed by the broadcasting room.

Only after Baron Batchelor had finished wrecking those two rooms did Dekan lead him to destroy a third, less important classroom nearby.

Once Baron Batchelor had fulfilled his mission, Dekan and Cornelia immediately looted those rooms.

Then, they moved all the necessary materials and tools to the broadcasting room.

It was enough to carry out the modifications Dekan wanted for the broadcasting room.

If one were to ask what most affected their happy campus life in this school, it was undoubtedly the Dean of Students patrolling the hallways.

When they encountered the Dean earlier, Cornelia was certain that she was no match for him at all and had no power to resist.

According to their deductions, teachers like Baron Batchelor were roughly Tier 5, while elite staff like the Dean were likely Tier 6.

It would be quite difficult for Dekan and Cornelia to trap and kill the Dean.

Of course, they had no need to challenge the Dean at all.

After all, the Dean didn't have anything good on him worth looting.

He didn't even grant any exploration progress!

He was a completely useless elite mob!

However, the Dean had one weakness—

He could only attack students during class! Once the bell rang, he would terminate his pursuit of students no matter what.

Therefore, as long as Dekan controlled the broadcasting room and held the power over the class-start music, the Dean would no longer be a threat to them.

"Cornelia, help me pick this lock."

Dekan seemed to have encountered a minor problem.

He stepped aside to make room for Cornelia, signaling for her to help open a small cabinet in front of them.

"Okay."

Cornelia trotted over to the cabinet and grabbed the lock.

With a forceful snap, accompanied by the sound of metal shattering, she broke the lock open.

"Your lock-picking technique is something I find cool no matter how many times I see it."

Dekan finally couldn't help but remark.

"Right?"

Cornelia agreed with his assessment.

After all, this was one of her signature skills.

It was far superior to the lock-picking skills of those scouts.

"Still, we should be a bit more restrained, otherwise we'll constantly be targeted by the capital's guards when we get back," Dekan said.

He felt very fortunate that Cornelia was his teammate.

If one were to make an enemy of someone who possessed such instantaneous lock-picking skills, it would truly be terrifying.

One probably wouldn't be able to sleep soundly ever again.

Our engineer Dekan and his little assistant Cornelia finally finished modifying the broadcasting room after an hour and a half.

Now, they sat leisurely in front of the broadcasting console, with a pile of demon corpses behind them.

They looked exactly like two bandits who had hijacked a control center.

They could not only control the broadcast room to set the timing for class-start and class-end music, but they could also modify the music content or broadcast announcements to the entire school.

Dekan had spent so much time primarily to craft a magic ring that could be carried on his person to remotely control the broadcast room.

Even after they left the broadcast room, they could trigger the class bells whenever they deemed it necessary.

After all, if they simply turned off the bells, the hallways would be flooded with too many demon students, which would be quite annoying.

Furthermore, if the principal returned to the school, he would notice the situation and come to inspect the equipment.

Therefore, unless they encountered a department head, Dekan would try his best not to excessively alter the class schedule.

"Come to think of it, my current permissions are basically on par with the principal's, aren't they?"

Dekan muttered to himself.

"I feel like you're basically the acting principal now."

Cornelia nodded in agreement.

"This school is looking more and more promising; I can't wait to go swimming in the principal's office."

Dekan had been feeling a bit tired after working in the broadcast room for half the day, but at the thought of this, he felt energized again.

"We'll stop by the cooking classroom first to grab some iced drinks and snacks."

Cornelia was also looking forward to it.

"I hope the principal's office has beach lounge chairs. If not, we'll just go to other classrooms and find some regular ones."

"Good idea. By the way, where are we going to get swimsuits?"

"That's simple. We'll just modify our school uniforms when the time comes. I'll turn your uniform top into a tank top, turn my uniform top into a beach jacket, and trim both our trousers into shorts. That should be enough; no need to go through the trouble of changing."

Dekan picked up a pair of scissors he had borrowed from the Demon Workshop and gave them a wave.

Anyway, the Demon Academy uniform he was wearing now was provided by the Shadow World, so it didn't matter how he altered it.

"You really are a genius!"

Cornelia had realized by now that Dekan was a complete prodigy of the Alchemy Academy.

Whether it was modifying magical apparatus, repairing equipment, or sewing, he was skilled at it all.

Cornelia even suspected that Dekan knew how to craft magic cards.

Although she had never seen Dekan make a card, nor had she asked him about it.

But judging by the effects of those cursed cards, she could sense that the creator must be someone very "Dekan-like."

So, in all likelihood, it was Dekan himself.

"..."

Dekan seemed to sense that Cornelia was thinking about something rather impolite.

But he didn't say anything, because he was kind-hearted.

He cleared his throat twice and said, "Let's clear a few more rooms, and then we'll go prepare for the pool party..."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Dekan's brow furrowed.

"What's wrong?"

Cornelia asked.

"One of the other challengers has been exposed."

Dekan had just been checking the mission progress when he noticed that Mission Objective 3 had changed.

[Mission Objective 3: The number of imposters whose human identity is discovered must not exceed 3. Currently, disguises intact: 5/6]

"This is a bit of a headache. Now that we're down a teammate, our workload has increased again."

Dekan rubbed his temples.

He just wanted to properly enjoy the pool party in the principal's office.

That was all.

He hadn't expected that in this Shadow World, he would actually have to work overtime for his teammates.