Sui Xiong certainly could not simply let Kersemenes return to the mortal world. That fellow was powerful, yet terribly stupid—who knew what sort of disaster he might cause once he got down there?
So he decided that, no matter what, he first had to teach this "Wolf Demon King," twenty-three thousand years behind the times, some basic common sense.
This was truly exhausting work, especially when the one being educated was an idiot.
Damn it, it was an idiot!
An idiot!
Over the following dozen or so days, phrases like "It's an idiot; we won't stoop to an idiot's level" appeared again and again in Sui Xiong's thoughts and from his mouth.
But after those dozen-odd days, he finally could not bear it any longer. Roaring, "Let Vol teach you instead!" he smashed the pointer and blackboard, then ran off without looking back.
Kersemenes was left sitting blankly at the desk, utterly bewildered, unable to understand why its jellyfish teacher had suddenly gone mad.
"That little bastard is the worst student I've ever taught!" Sui Xiong muttered listlessly.
At that moment, he had turned himself into an invisible thing of the void, drifting through the skies above the main plane, wandering with the wind. He truly resembled the unmoored boat of which Zhuangzi spoke, floating free and at ease.
Yet his mood was utterly miserable, without the slightest bit of freedom or ease.
That Kersemenes was stupid to a terrifying degree!
As an ancient Demon King, its intelligence was not actually low. At the very least, it had an excellent memory. Whatever Sui Xiong taught it, it could generally memorize after no more than three repetitions. But whenever it needed to turn "memory" into "thought," it performed abysmally. For instance, Sui Xiong taught it that one plus one equaled two,