Chapter 85

After I realized I was truly in love with Ciprins, I lost him.

Possible...

There probably won't be another chance.

I need some time to adjust to life without Ciprins. I was idly scrolling through social media when I noticed Mephistopheles was trending again...

Now, whenever I think of him, I think of the person who was tied to him.

What if I feel even more urge to drink? The internet is already buzzing with news like "The Magic Council President is poisoned," "Legendary mage defies the council president's authority and turns him into a sheep," and "The council president's confession to the Evil Shadow Manipulator is thwarted." We can't have another news story like "The Magic Council President is heartbroken and becomes an alcoholic loser!"

Fortunately Doug sacrificed himself and attracted more of Mephistopheles's fire than I did.

I turned into a sheep, but at least I was transformed back in a few minutes. Doug... Doug is still a green blob on the hospital bed. If you poke him, he bounces up, and he bounces pretty high...

Putting aside any personal grudges or political conflicts between us, honestly, his green was the most disgusting green I'd ever seen! Although the surface was relatively smooth, it just looked sticky. Maybe it was because the color was murky, or maybe it was because the slime itself was too fat. That slime was plump and round; when you poked it, the flesh rippled out, and its translucent body had strange, irregular patches of color. It looked like a rag stuffed with seaweed, spit on, or used to wipe a big snotty nose. Its texture itself also looked like snot.

It looked like a group of flu patients collectively wiping their noses, piling them up into clumps, and then partially drying them to make the snot even firmer and stronger.

Ugh... That's disgusting.

Oh my god, online, the other day I showed Slime Doug to the reporters, and their video actually surpassed Mephistopheles's and became the number one trending topic?!

What kind of taste do netizens have?!

Huh?

Wait, wait!

I sat bolt upright with a start, and suddenly I saw someone had posted a status update--

"@DragonSlayerIsAMagicalGirl: Why didn't you turn the Speaker into a slime? He's the one who suits that color better. Who told him to constantly cultivate a persona online? His team always promotes his commoner lover, have you all forgotten? Then he turns around and pursues the Mephistopheles, and his persona collapses! Turning him into a sheep is so cheap. Guess what his commoner lover would turn him into if she were a terrifying dark mage? Jinjiang, guess!"

My eyes widened. Yes... my God!

Public relations crisis!

I instinctively clicked on the comments, and the top comment read:

"OP's name sounds impressive, but has the Holy Dragon ever invited you for tea? However, the Speaker has never been seen with his so-called lover in public, and he's never been seen at events that require his partner's presence. How can you be so sure he has a partner? It's the media that's creating this persona. Do I need to tell you what kind of people the media are?"

I felt a little relieved. I had never involved Ciprins in my political activities because he didn't like it, so I never forced him. Now it seems like a blessing in disguise; the public probably doesn't have any conclusive evidence of the "Magic Speaker's mental infidelity."

The second most popular comment, from the person in the 90th post's circle:

"@The most upright writer in Jinjiang: Oh ho! Turn into a skeleton, why even ask? Skeletons are great, fair and tender bones, lots of holes in their bodies. Catch a few orcs or something, and you can fill every hole with [beep] [beep], and have their souls watching. They've had so much free sex over the years, can't let it get messed up, right? Give them back all the [beep] they had before!"

@DragonSlayerIsAMagicalGirl: You're so dirty-minded, ma'am!

A short while later, my assistant also discovered this highly viewed content, and the message posted by the writer was reported and deleted.

Sigh... Ciprins... He's so gentle, a dark mage? I admit my actions hurt him deeply, but Ciprins... really, the calmer he is, the more guilty I feel, because if it were me, I would have wanted to kill him. If Ciprins were a dark mage, haha, I'd probably be lying in his lab right now, torn to pieces, disassembled into every single component, and still alive, watching helplessly as the dark mage uses my intestines to fill potions!

I truly hate my past, immature self!

Honestly, I really wish Ciprins would come over. He could hit me or yell at me, at least I'd have a chance to explain and beg. But now, for so many days, it's like Ciprins has completely forgotten about me. I feel like he just threw away the scraps left after squeezing the slime without a second thought.

Well...

Soon, I realized again that I might really have been abandoned by the God of Light. I could almost see myself torn to pieces and covered in blood in the future!

Because I soon discovered that Ciprins... he really is a dark mage! Ah--ah... I... ah...

When will I die?

Chapter 85

As I was thinking this, Reynold unexpectedly spoke up, questioning, "Why is the devil specifically targeting Ciprins? If it's based on... strength, he should have killed me first."

Yes!

I think so too. I've been haunted by the devil twice in this short period, while everyone else is unharmed. Let's not even talk about the two apprentices; just take Reynold for example. With his mental defenses, if the devil were to target him, he would definitely be dead!

... Could it be that because the difficulty level is too low, the devil feels it's okay to keep it?

"There's a devil here..." Mel suddenly asked, "Why is it completely uninterested in the Machine Zealots who have taken up residence here?"

Everyone frowned, unable to articulate their reasoning.

I have absolutely no clue about the devil's target selection. Even though I've been attacked twice, if he only targets mages and that's why he doesn't bewitch Machine Zealots, then why was it me both times out of the four... no, five mages present?

As we walked, I suddenly realized—

Why is it me both times?!

--Because among our group, I'm the only genuine dark magic user! From Black Magic perspective, the other three are all apprentices. Even someone as skilled as Mel, his past achievements were based on his status as a neutral magic user, and he's only just begun to understand Black Magic! As for Reynold... let's just leave Reynold out of the picture; there's no need to mention him.

Once I figured this out, I suddenly realized that the demon was probably attacking us because the aura of Black Magic on me was attracting it. A mage's Magic Power has attributes. For example, Moli's magic is severely unbalanced, so the aura of fire around Moli is particularly strong, while Mel is surrounded by balanced and powerful Arcane Magic energy. If it were me, it would be normal to have obvious Black Magic fluctuations that would attract demons. So, if I left the group, it would actually make everyone safer.

I hesitated for a moment.

Should I temporarily...?

Huh?

I suddenly realized that Goliath was gone.

He had been standing before me, holding the sacred flame, but now I was in front of an empty hall; Goliath was no longer in his place. I instinctively turned around and found a closed door behind me. I didn't sense my apprentices behind the door, so Moli and Anna were no longer there either.

Mel the only one left by my side.

Only "Mel" remains.

The next second I left my spot, Teleportation to the farthest corner of the hall. My habitual high alertness allowed me to instantly move away, and I directed my teacher to stand in front of me. But his head accidentally got stuck behind him, his mouth crooked and eyes slanted at me, making my scalp tingle. I quickly reached out and turned his head back to the front. Ugh, I need to fix my teacher as soon as I get home! Otherwise, I would have been terrified. No wonder Reynold faints every time he sees him.

The devil incarnate "Mel" did not stop me.

I couldn't sense any special Abyss aura from it, but that only made me feel more dangerous, more excited, and made every inch of Magic Power in my body start to boil.

I raised my hand to summon the Undead Domain, and a ghostly hand rose from the ground, trying to grab "Mel" who was standing there. He tilted his head to look at me, and I could see his particularly cheap-looking blue eyes from afar.