Dekan's Dangerous Probe

Outside the Demon Academy laboratory.

Dekan closed his eyes, preparing for a grand performance.

This would demonstrate his professional caliber as an actor.

Before Dekan could even reach out to push open the laboratory doors, they suddenly swung wide.

A slender arm reached out from within, grabbed him by the collar, and hauled him inside.

Dekan felt his body lose its sense of gravity for a fleeting moment.

In the other's grip, he felt as weightless as a cotton doll.

The next instant, he felt a sharp pain in his back.

He was pinned against the wall, completely unable to resist.

The scene before his eyes finally came into focus.

The interior of this Demon Academy laboratory resembled a gloomy dungeon, with a thick, pungent scent of blood permeating the air, as if it were a slaughterhouse stripped of its blades.

On the tables and cabinets, one could see a multitude of strange vessels, all stained with blood; perhaps it would be more accurate to describe them as instruments of torture.

Dekan had previously calculated the building's floor area and room layout while in the hallway.

He had also estimated the size of the Demon Academy laboratory.

However, the laboratory he saw before him was smaller than his calculations suggested.

This indicated that there must be a hidden compartment within, and that compartment was likely the secret cage where Olive kept her human captives.

He shifted his gaze from the surroundings of the laboratory to the female demon before him.

He finally saw her full appearance at this moment.

She must be Miss Olive.

Her features were alluring yet carried a hint of malice; a long black veil dress clung tightly to her frame, outlining her voluptuous curves, while a scorpion tail swayed behind her.

Her eyes were filled with playfulness and intrigue as she stared straight at Dekan, those soul-captivating pupils seeming as if they wanted to siphon away his very spirit.

But soon, a flicker of slight surprise bloomed in her eyes.

Locking gazes with Dekan, she found she could not sense a shred of fear in his eyes.

Dekan made no attempt to struggle, maintaining a calm, indifferent expression throughout.

Olive frowned, but soon, the corners of her mouth could not help but curl upward.

The impulse to immediately devour this little demon was suppressed.

She began to observe Dekan more intently.

She seemed particularly interested in Dekan's unique attitude and those cold, clear eyes.

"Why aren't you afraid?" Olive asked.

"Why should I be?" Dekan replied.

"Your life is already in my hands."

"But what you want isn't my life."

"..."

Olive fell into a brief silence.

"Oh? Then answer me, what is it that I want?"

Olive's lips, pink as crystalline cherries, parted slightly as she wore a dangerous, unmasked smile.

She continued, "If you answer correctly, I will do as you say; if you answer incorrectly, I will make you die a very painful death~"

Dekan replied coldly, "I don't like the smell in here."

He did not answer Olive's question directly.

Instead, he uttered a remark that left Olive puzzled.

To mask the stench of blood, the laboratory was filled with a heavy perfume that, when mixed together, made Dekan's nose feel incredibly uncomfortable.

He had been annoyed by it for a while.

Dekan knew the answer to Olive's question, but he would absolutely not provide it.

If he answered incorrectly, Olive would find him boring and torture him to death.

If he answered correctly, it was highly likely that the audience would never see him again.

In truth, he could have answered with anything else.

Olive was currently somewhat interested in him.

As long as he could maintain her interest, she wouldn't kill him, and he would continue to be enticed.

He had to seize the initiative, step by step.

"You don't like it?"

Olive was somewhat curious about what Dekan meant, so she asked.

"Hmm, it's mixed with too much of a bloody scent that shouldn't be there. Not just Demon Students, but Demon Teachers, and even... humans? Teacher Olive, just how much have you indulged your own desires?" Dekan answered absentmindedly.

This caused Olive's expression to change drastically, shifting from initial shock to anger, and even containing some undisguised killing intent.

If she had only heard "Demon Student," Olive wouldn't have been very surprised. Teachers slaughtering students was quite normal in this school.

However, how could a student have discovered her hunting Demon Teachers and harboring humans? She knew that harboring humans in the school was a violation, and teachers were not permitted to kill one another unless the other party had committed a serious infraction.

Connecting this to the strange occurrences she had learned about in the school today, she couldn't help but start to wonder—could it really be that inspectors from above had arrived?

"Who exactly are you?" The hand Olive used to grip Dekan's neck tightened by a fraction, and her eyes no longer hid the cruelty carved into her bones.

Yet, Dekan did not become panicked in the slightest; instead, a trace of a smile finally appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Heh heh, I'm just a passing student. If you want to kill me, hurry up and do it."

"..."

Olive looked at Dekan's face and fell into deep thought. Her first reaction was that the other party was baiting her into a violation.

She truly couldn't act recklessly now.

After a moment of silence, Olive changed her tense attitude, released her grip on Dekan's neck, and then moved her hand gently upward to caress his face.

"Continuing to play dumb will really get you killed, boy. I also have ways to kill you without violating the rules. Or, if you have any malicious intent, I will definitely be able to kill you even before I die myself."

Accompanying these words, her scorpion tail was already pressed tightly against Dekan's lower abdomen.

Don't let Olive's gentle and lovely expression fool you; her killing intent at this moment was likely heavier than at any point before. Dekan could feel the sharp, cold, and lethally poisonous scorpion tail ready to pierce his flesh at any second.

The good news now was that Olive had successfully mistaken Dekan for an inspector. She no longer coveted Dekan's body or life and was willing to act according to the rules.

The bad news was also that Olive had mistaken Dekan for an inspector. She had developed a strong sense of wariness.

If things went south and triggered a killing mechanism, Dekan's Mutual Destruction Technique would be effective, but the risks were also very high. He needed to time it perfectly, equipping the Cursed Doll (2x pain reflection) and summoning the Ruined Poet (10x pain sensation), while coordinating with the already equipped Crown of Thorns (3x pain sensation, health lock) to achieve 60x pain feedback.

Furthermore, the poison was a bit of a nuisance. Dekan hated enemies who used poison more than anything else in this life. They were all despicable and shameless scoundrels. Fortunately, he, with his benevolent heart and medical skills, was proficient in detoxification. However, unless it was an absolute last resort, he would not go that far with Olive. After all, the Mutual Destruction Technique could only be used once a month, and it was incredibly painful.

Dekan lowered his head and remained silent. His fingers swayed slightly, appearing to tremble a little. He looked as if he were trying hard to control it, yet he was unable to stop the trembling from becoming more and more severe.