Dekan's Borrowed Tiger-Might

"..."

The Music Classroom was terrifyingly silent at this moment.

Whether it was the calm and composed attitude Dekan had maintained since entering the door.

Or his unfathomable ability to control the school's broadcast system.

Or even the eerie methods he used to manipulate the actions of other demon students as if he were an Evil God.

All of it made the demon students feel a chill run down their spines.

Dekan had come to this place as if he were specifically here to hunt them down.

Whether they played dirty or played fair, they would be countered by him using the rules.

This feeling was as if he were the master of the school!

Resistance was impossible!

This time, the Music Teacher said nothing at all.

He began to play the piano on his own.

In his eyes, the fate of these demon students was already sealed.

It would be better to finish the job quickly and send this plague god away.

This guy was extremely dangerous in every sense of the word.

Dekan's series of performances and behaviors were definitely not something a demon student could achieve.

The Music Teacher already had some secret guesses in his heart.

It was highly probable that he was sent by the Principal to conduct a sting operation!

If he let Dekan stay any longer, he might even be in danger himself.

"Deng, deng deng..."

The music started, but this time the demon students were all dazed, not knowing how to sing.

So, Dekan mimed holding an air microphone, looked at the group of demon students with a face full of mockery, and began to sing.

"Dame dame, dame yo~"

And so, accompanied by the music, Dekan began to sing according to his own whims.

The demon students' faces were filled with expressions of despair.

Even though they struggled with all their might, their voices could not drown out Dekan, who possessed the broadcast permissions.

Looking at Dekan's incredibly calm smile, their bodies could not help but tremble, as if they were standing on the edge of a cliff about to be shoved off.

By this count, they had already sung incorrectly three times.

"What a pity."

The Music Teacher sighed and stood up.

Next would be the Music Teacher's moment of slaughter.

Except for Dekan, the demon students were slaughtered to the last one amidst their screams...

The entire stage had turned into a slaughterhouse, filled with the scent of blood.

The demon corpses scattered all over the stage seemed to make Dekan feel as if he had nowhere to step.

"You may leave."

The Music Teacher frowned slightly and spoke.

He had strictly executed the rules and regulations; Dekan had no reason to cause him trouble.

However, Dekan showed no sign of leaving, just standing there in place.

This made the Music Teacher feel increasingly uneasy.

"It's not class dismissal time yet."

Dekan said with a smile.

"You are already free to leave; I will give you the Demon Pass in accordance with the regulations."

As the Music Teacher spoke, he took out a red Demon Ticket familiar to Dekan and handed it to him.

However, Dekan looked at this ticket with utter disdain and shifted his gaze away.

It seemed he couldn't even be bothered to take it.

The Music Teacher's brow furrowed even deeper.

This simple probe made the Music Teacher even more certain of his conjecture—this guy was definitely not a student.

The demon students of this school would inevitably have a fanatical desire for the Demon Pass.

To a certain extent, the Demon Pass was a golden ticket to immunity!

Even if this guy had hijacked the broadcast permissions, the Principal would never let him keep this up for long.

If the Demon Pass truly held no appeal for him, then he must only be at this school temporarily!

"Are you sent by the Principal?"

The Music Teacher's eyes were filled with vigilance, his tone carrying a hint of probing.

"You are quite clever, unlike the other teachers, to actually deduce my identity."

Dekan did not answer the question directly.

His words still carried a trace of playfulness, but he finally began to look the demon teacher straight in the eye.

That gaze was as if he had discovered a rare, intelligent specimen among a crowd of idiots.

This caused the Music Teacher's heart to race wildly.

Earlier during the break, the Music Teacher had heard some rumors—

Some rather bizarre incidents had occurred in the school today, with teachers being persecuted one after another.

Moreover, the methods of victimization were extremely strange; it was as if they had been goaded into committing rule violations, only to die in inexplicable ways.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate now that he was well-informed and hadn't committed any violations just moments ago.

Seeing the Music Teacher's expression, which looked like he had just survived a great catastrophe, Dekan felt that he had likely filled in the blanks in his own mind.

"However,"

Dekan's tone shifted.

He lightly raised his index finger, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth, and after a meaningful two-second silence, he spoke:

"There is someone even higher up."

The Music Teacher's pupils constricted sharply.

Higher than the Principal?

Although a multitude of conjectures flashed through the Music Teacher's mind in an instant, he dared not continue thinking.

The other party's identity must be beyond his imagination!

These demons who appeared gentle and refined, rarely resorting to violence, were actually the most terrifying.

You could never guess how strong their true combat power was.

They would appear disguised as the perfect Prey, only to reveal power that would drive you to despair the moment you thought you had won, crushing you like a toy!

The Music Teacher was almost certain that if he had shown any favoritism or bias toward the demon students just now, his corpse would likely be cold by now.

Even if Dekan didn't do it himself, the Principal would appear, or perhaps an executioner demon even more terrifying than the Principal.

"Please rest assured, you are a teacher who follows the rules, so we will not make things difficult for you. We simply have a few matters we would like your assistance with."

Dekan withdrew his hand, clasped it behind his back, and looked at the Music Teacher with a rather amiable expression.

In an instant, his aura seemed to become full of approachability once again.

"..."

Although the Music Teacher knew the demon before him was a smiling tiger, he finally let out a sigh of relief, his expression softening considerably.

As long as the other party's goal wasn't to cause him trouble, it was fine.

"Then, may I ask, what is it that you need my help with?"

The Music Teacher's tone became much more polite.

"Please do not tell any other demons what I am about to say. Once it leaks out, even the Principal won't be able to protect you. Do you understand?"

Dekan continued to speak in that indifferent tone.

The Music Teacher nodded with a solemn expression.

Dekan continued:

"I presume you are aware that there are still many teachers in this school who do not teach according to regulations and harbor wishful thinking, believing they are clever enough to deceive everyone. In truth, we have been dissatisfied with this for a long time, which is why we launched this special operation today."

"..."

The Music Teacher remained silent, but cold sweat broke out on his back.

Had he been even slightly less cautious, he might have been the one caught just now.

"Within the last six hours, several non-compliant teachers have already been apprehended. I assume you have heard a bit of gossip about it, haven't you?"

Dekan asked.

The Music Teacher hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"You are very lucky—though, of course, it is only luck—to have successfully passed our screening."

Dekan's words were loaded with subtext. "But everyone has times when their luck runs out, don't they?"

The Music Teacher fell into silence once more.

He did not know how to respond to Dekan's question, which carried a hint of intimidation.

"However, luck is not something you cannot strive for yourself, don't you think?"

Dekan placed a hand on the Music Teacher's shoulder, staring into his pupils as if trying to pierce through his very soul.