A week later, Nicholas appeared in the classroom of Astronomy Class 08-1 once again.
Just as everyone had expected, his face was pale and he looked somewhat listless. That was the common state of anyone recovering from a serious illness. But beyond everyone's expectations were the magical fluctuations swirling around this senior student.
The students looked at the black curse mark on Nicholas's forehead and whispered among themselves. Many had heard of the North District Wizards, and they had also heard that after Nicholas had removed his Werewolf bloodline, his magical talent had declined drastically. But for most of them, this was the first time they learned that he had chosen to enter Genie's Hut and become a North District Wizard.
For proud First University students, such a choice was no different from social suicide.
But Nicholas had already been killed by the blunt knives of gossip at school for over two years. Not long ago, he had even committed suicide "in the magical sense" by Linzhong Lakefront. So he did not care about being "killed" one more time.
Just as Great Sage Colmar had told him, this world had always been one where people killed one another. You killed me, I killed him, and the cycle went on without end.
Others "killed" him, and he needed to kill "others" too.
Such as frogs.
Nicholas tightened his grip on the net bag in hand. It contained more than a dozen lively little frogs. That was his consumption for the day.
Zheng Qing paid no attention to Nicholas. Instead, he focused on the reactions of his classmates—this was a task Jiang Yu had assigned him yesterday. She needed to gather information and report the class's reactions to the North District illusionists to the professors, as preliminary preparation for the school's large-scale