Dekan Deeply Understands the Way of Humility

"Are you and your sacrificed companions all Tier 4?"

Dekan brought the challenger to the infirmary, helped him treat his wounds slightly, and asked.

"Yes."

After the challenger finished speaking, he timidly sized up Dekan and Cornelia: "Are you two Tier 4... or Tier 5?"

"Tier 4, we are all Tier 4."

Dekan waved his hand and answered indifferently.

"..."

Although the challenger had doubts in his heart, he dared not bring them up.

He highly suspected that at least one of Dekan and Cornelia was Tier 5.

Even if they weren't Tier 5, they were the kind of geniuses who could exert Tier 5 combat capabilities while only being Tier 4.

The chaotic state of this infirmary likely had something to do with these two.

Without terrifying combat power, it would be impossible to destroy the infirmary like this, or even make the school doctor vanish into thin air.

What baffled him most was that these two were completely unscathed.

Dekan asked again: "By the way, was that classroom where you failed very difficult?"

The challenger: "...At first, we didn't think it was particularly difficult, but when we discovered its mechanics later, it was truly disgusting."

"Oh? Tell me about its mechanics; perhaps I can go and clear it."

Dekan seemed even more interested, his eyes becoming somewhat fervent.

This was very likely an Elite Room.

Since the difficulty was high, the exploration value would also be higher, and there might even be information regarding the Boss Room.

"You'd better bypass that classroom; I really don't see any hope of clearing it... I can't harm you..."

"Just tell me the mechanics first; I will judge the difficulty myself."

Dekan still spoke with full confidence, his body seemingly radiating the aura of an absolute superior.

Beside him, Cornelia also appeared calm and composed, her expression icy and silent, as if no powerful enemy could make her expression waver in the slightest.

Truly observing the state of these two people made the challenger daze, his heartbeat accelerating involuntarily.

For a moment, he actually had the illusion that these two were the true masters of this Demon School.

This was the aura of absolute powerhouses!

Perhaps... they really could help him and his companions exact revenge!

The challenger took a deep breath, gently stroked his chest, and looked at Dekan and Cornelia with a solemn expression: "It is a Music Classroom, and the mechanic is called the Demon Choir."

"The Music Teacher plays an instrument, and the students must participate in the singing of the Demon Choir."

"Upon entering the classroom, you can listen to the choir sing up to three times, and you have fifteen minutes of free time to practice on your own."

"Next, you must join their chorus; once you sing incorrectly three times, the teacher's killing mechanic will be triggered."

"Attacking other students will also result in being hunted down by the Demon Teacher."

This made Dekan's brows furrow slightly.

He felt that this mechanic wasn't exactly sinister; it could even be called quite ordinary.

It shouldn't be enough to cause Tier 4 challengers to fail.

Unless they were both tone-deaf.

"Does this game have other traps besides the surface rules?"

Dekan asked.

"...Yes! Actually, the Demon Teacher isn't particularly disgusting, but those damned Demon Students in the Demon Choir will ostracize new students. They seem to have secret signals; if a new student joins the chorus, they will collectively and intentionally change the way they sing certain parts."

The challenger answered, gritting his teeth.

"And then the teacher judges that you sang incorrectly?"

"Yes, 'Right and wrong are relative, not absolute.' We only discovered this rule trap after being tricked. Even after using up all three chances, we couldn't deduce the variation signals between the Demon Students..."

The challenger's face was full of pain and regret, and his eyes turned red.

Dekan rubbed his chin, thinking.

If the mechanics were like this, he did indeed acknowledge that this classroom was a bit sinister.

The previous rooms were all about pitting wits against the teacher, but this Music Classroom actually had students daring to cause trouble?

He had thought those Demon Students were all pure and kind.

He hadn't expected them to have such vile characters!

Our school absolutely does not allow bullying behavior!

Dekan was going to put a stop to this.

"Cornelia, let's go!"

"Alright."

"Wait, don't you want to hear the intel I've gathered?"

The challenger watched the pair preparing to leave the infirmary without a moment's hesitation, asking with a hint of panic.

"No need. The folks watching the livestream outside don't want to hear complex mechanical analysis; they just want to see me overhaul the Demon Choir."

"...You brought a spectator program?"

"Newbie streamers."

Dropping that line, Dekan and Cornelia strode out of the infirmary, leaving the bewildered challenger behind...

"I haven't even told them where the Music Classroom is yet..."

"Could they have even obtained a school map?!"

"How have I never heard of such big shots before..."

The challenger sat in the infirmary, dazed and muttering to himself.

Dekan and Cornelia headed toward the Music Classroom.

By now, the corridors of the Demon Academy had completely turned into Dekan and Cornelia's backyard.

However, they found it annoying that a bunch of idle Demon Students were wandering around, as the school had resumed classes.

Regardless, they would have to set the school's status to "in session" when challenging the Music Classroom later anyway.

"Cornelia, this classroom is better suited for a solo challenge. Just wait for me at the door."

"Alright."

As they neared the Music Classroom, Dekan took a Demon Pass from his pocket and handed it to Cornelia.

They had scavenged this from the corpse of a Demon Teacher in a classroom previously swept by Batchel.

The Broadcast Room and the infirmary hadn't had any Demon Passes, but the teachers in the other two classrooms had carried them.

Originally, they had each taken one.

Now, both were in Cornelia's hands; each pass could guarantee at least half an hour of safety.

A music class lasted only one hour, so even if The Dean were to stand right beside Cornelia, she would be in no danger while waiting outside.

"Cornelia, I'm going in."

"Mm, stay safe."

With that, Dekan pushed open the doors to the Music Classroom alone and stepped inside.

Light instantly flooded his vision.

This Music Classroom looked like a classical concert hall.

Unlike the dim corridors, the Music Classroom appeared exceptionally bright; the stone pillars were carved with all sorts of lifelike figures, and the walls seemed to be built from pure, flawless white jade.

At the front of the hall was a circular stage covered in a thick, plush carpet, with various musical instruments placed on either side. In the center stood two rows of steps, upon which twenty Demon Students were positioned.

It seemed this was the Demon Choir.

In this room, the most conspicuous figure was the male Demon standing before the Demon Choir, dressed in a black tuxedo and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, looking refined yet carrying a touch of severity.

"Welcome to the Music Classroom."

Seemingly noticing Dekan's arrival, the Music Teacher turned around and said with a calm smile.