Chapter 156: Dark Demon, the Quintessential Scumbag
The implication couldn't be clearer.
Dark could practically visualize what she was going to say next.
Sure enough, Claire said, a smirk playing on her lips, "First, you must thoroughly master these five books."
With a pained expression, Dark picked out a book and looked at it.
→ *The Beast Sage Guides You into a Magical World: Dancing with Beasts*!
By: Claire Kite.
Dark's lips twitched instantly.
"Why the long face? This is my magnum opus."
Claire sat down beside Dark, adding calmly, "Published when I was in fourth year."
Dark: "!"
Claire placed another book on top of *Dancing with Beasts*, emphasizing, "Field Cards and Spell Cards are different. It's not just about learning a bit of Magical Language and trying your luck. You must have a relatively complete foundational understanding of what you're pursuing."
Dark glanced at it; it was *Secrets of Avian and Beast Species: Unseen and Strange Ecologies*.
The remaining three, in turn, were *Advanced Magical Language: Resurrected Glyphs*, *Complete Guide to Field Card Elements*, and *Magic Circulation and Efficient Utilization*.
Claire said, "Mastering knowledge isn't achieved overnight. First, you need to thoroughly digest these five books, then we can talk about the legacy."
Dark keenly picked up on the keyword: "Legacy?"
"Of course it's a legacy," Claire rolled her eyes. "Otherwise, you thought you could just freeload? Once you learn my methods, you're one of mine. The future development of the Beast Sage lineage depends on you."
Dark's mouth involuntarily formed an "O".
To be honest.
Claire had indeed hit the nail on the head.
From the very beginning, Dark's intention had been to "freeload."
As for any "Beast Sage lineage legacy," he had no such intention whatsoever. His desire for the **Zoo Card** wasn't due to an interest in animal-themed decks, but to cultivate **Bond**!
Whether on the battlefield or in a match, summoning a step faster could turn the tide.
In short, it was the thought of a scumbag who wanted to enjoy the benefits without taking responsibility.
But at this moment, Dark naturally couldn't expose his scumbag potential.
He wrinkled his small face and nodded, a pained expression on his face.
Claire suddenly leaned in close, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, breathing in and out, while pinching Dark's cheeks and pulling them outward with force: "Do you know how many people want to join my lineage, and you're still unwilling?"
Dark: "Willing, very willing!"
If he wasn't willing, he'd turn into a cat!
(′Д`)
The Beast Sage lineage was sparsely populated, and Dark was fortunate enough to become its first disciple, feeling immensely grateful.
Next.
Under Claire's guidance, he began his studies.
Claire mainly helped him to sort out the main outline of those five books; most of it he would have to learn by himself.
Fortunately, Dark's "Magical Language" had already reached a basic level, otherwise he wouldn't even have been able to start.
Because the content of the books was simply too profound, even Dark found himself getting drowsy.
Time spent studying always seems to pass quickly.
In the blink of an eye, it was eleven o'clock at night.
After eleven, he took a bath in Claire's bathroom, enjoyed the luxurious service of a **Bunny Girl** back rub, and then collapsed into sleep in the room Claire had prepared for him.
In his dream.
He dreamt again that he had turned into a cat.
Then he was confined in a narrow space filled with soft cushions, constantly being squeezed and squeezed and squeezed again.
On subsequent nights, Dark generally studied in Claire's dorm every evening.
He simply had too much to learn.
Besides those five books, there was also knowledge about **Curse Cage** and **Fusion** that he hadn't fully mastered.
Although the days grew increasingly packed, with Claire's help, he overcame many previously unsolved problems and made significant progress in his research on **Curse Cage** and **Fusion**.
Gradually, his towel, toothbrush, water glass, and spare clothes found their way into Claire's dorm room...
And he even had a key to this dorm room.
Time flew by in a flash.
It felt as if in the blink of an eye, it was already Friday's dueling class.
Throughout the week, Dark had been incredibly busy, so much so that he rarely visited the library.
If he hadn't marked it on his calendar, he would have almost forgotten about the competition.
But most of the other first-year students had been secretly working hard.
Almost every afternoon and evening, the Labs and Library were filled with the shadows of first-year students.
Dark's designated spot in the Library had been completely taken over by Diana and Rose.
Whenever Emma looked up and didn't see the back of the person who always sat in front of her to the left, she would inexplicably feel a hint of disappointment.
One day, the senior student managing the Library even specifically sought her out to ask about it. She pouted, wanting to perform her vocal mimicry by "Ah-ah-ah-ing" at her.
Meanwhile, Virt and Robert continued their daily detention after classes.
Their detention began at four in the afternoon and lasted until half past eleven at night, after which they were finally allowed back to their dorms.
On the day they were first detained, under the supervision of Professor Sarah, they wrote letters of repentance.
On Tuesday evening, the next day, they were ordered to clean the toilets...
Wednesday, cleaning laboratory residue.
Thursday, continuing to clean the toilets.
But during the rest of the time, their instructor, Ms. Grace, would urge them to do their homework and read books.
Although it was compulsory, it was clearly better than being left to their own devices.
Under Ms. Grace's strict discipline, Virt and Robert's academic performance did see a slight improvement.
Every night, they were utterly exhausted.
And they had mastered the secret technique of "falling asleep the moment they collapse onto bed."
It was also during these past few days that among the wild bat colonies frequently appearing in the Castle, some unusual individuals emerged.
They were cautious and only active late at night.
When encountering impassable areas, they would transform into black mist and squeeze through tiny gaps.
Bats in their black mist form were slow-moving, but could completely blend into the night, making them extremely difficult to detect.
They clearly possessed sentience, targeting only students who were slow to perceive or utterly exhausted, and they would leave immediately after contact.
Their fangs would release hormones that could numb a person's pain sensation.
The bite marks on the neck would also naturally heal within ten-odd minutes, leaving no trace.
As the end of the previous semester neared, though there were no exams, all students except first-years had major projects to complete, and they were exhausted by their busy coursework.
The weakness after being bitten was also masked by their fatigue, making it difficult to notice.
Friday's dueling class was held in Arena No. 1.
Arena No. 1 was larger and better equipped than Dueling Hall No. 2.
Before eight o'clock, the first-year students, who had already received notice, had arrived at the arena.
Some were rubbing their hands together, eager for action.
Others were completely dispirited, wanting to escape.
According to Professor Jones, the ranking results of this in-class competition would serve as a clear summary of their academic achievements from the previous semester.
This caused some struggling students to feel nervous.
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