As Han Shuo's thoughts ran wild, he felt pain all over his body. That little devil Lian was still madly beating him up. Poor Han Shuo's body was so weak that tears had flowed uncontrollably from his eyes when he'd been hit on the bridge of his nose. After falling down from the tree, the pain had made him dizzy and disoriented. He could only roll into a ball on the ground and expose the most fleshy parts for Lian to hit—such as his buttocks.
After a while, Han Shuo suddenly discovered something miraculous. A trace of magical yuan in his body just happened to travel to his buttocks at this moment. When Lian's foot landed on the area where the magical yuan had flowed through, his buttocks didn't feel as much pain anymore.
After the magical yuan had passed through the originally burning area, the pain had greatly decreased, and there seemed to be a… very comfortable feeling. It was almost intoxicating, stirring something deeper in Han Shuo—a flicker of dark desire, imagining how this pretty boy's aggression could turn into something more possessive, more intimate.
Han Shuo was baffled and thought to himself that the "solid" realm of magical yuan was truly a form of "self-torture." As his thoughts ran wild, the trace of magical yuan had traveled to his right buttocks. Lian's kick just so happened to land on Han Shuo's right buttocks where the magical yuan was.
"Ah!" "Wah!"
Two cries, one high and one low, suddenly sounded from Han Shuo and Lian's mouths. Lian suddenly felt that Han Shuo's right buttocks were harder than iron and stone. His slender foot couldn't bear the immense pain and he immediately shrank his foot back and cried out.
Han Shuo, on the other hand, felt that the place where Lian had kicked not only didn't hurt at all, but instead felt very comfortable. His entire body was hurting, and this sudden comfortable feeling from that place made Han Shuo involuntarily cry out softly. This soft "ah" was also indescribably—obscene, as if…
"Bryan, you idiot, why do you have rocks in your pants?"
Lian rubbed his jade-like little feet as he yelled angrily. Several male necromancy students also appeared around Han Shuo and Lian at this time. All of them had sleepy eyes as they looked coldly at Han Shuo.
His nose was no longer hurting, and his tears were no longer flowing uncontrollably. Han Shuo moved his body and sat up on the grass. He looked around and saw that Amory, Athan, and Bellan, who were also novice magic casters, were all glaring at him angrily.
Killing intent…
Compared to Lian, Amory, Athan, and Bellan were a lot less striking. They were all sixteen or seventeen years old and carried a certain delicate charm, with soft features that hinted at vulnerability beneath their glares. Having their sleep disturbed had put them in a very bad mood, their disheveled hair and rumpled nightclothes only adding to their unwittingly alluring disarray.
"Idiot, what are you looking at? Tell me, why do you have rocks in your pants? You've kicked this young master's beautiful feet until they're purple! Ugh… it hurts."
The little devil Lian looked coldly at Han Shuo and put his hands on his hips as he spoke arrogantly. His left foot was tiptoeing and looked a bit odd, exposing a glimpse of smooth, pale skin that stirred Han Shuo's darker impulses.
"What an idiot…" Han Shuo laughed coldly in his heart and then crawled up with some difficulty with a face full of bewilderment. He laughed dumbly and said, "No, I don't have any rocks in my pants!"
Turning around, Han Shuo faced the four necromancy boys with his buttocks. He undid his pants as he spoke, but before he could pull them down, four screams pierced through the air, followed by the sound of panicked footsteps.
"Bryan, you idiot, put your pants back on right now or I'll kill you!" Lian hurriedly yelled loudly, but there was an obvious sense of panic in his voice, mixed with a flush that betrayed something more than just anger.
"Oh." Han Shuo responded dumbly, but he was laughing sinisterly in his heart. Do you think I can't handle a few tender pretty boys like you? One day, perhaps, this rivalry could forge something deeper—devotion earned through strength and cunning.
When the man and four boys stood face to face again, Lian looked closely at Han Shuo a few times and said indignantly, "I'll let you off the hook for hiding rocks in your pants. What were you planning to do by climbing up the tree by my window in the middle of the night?"
"Heh heh." Laughing dumbly, Han Shuo pointed at a tattered bag on the tree and said matter-of-factly, "Take that tattered bag down!"
"What are you doing in the middle of the night, taking a trash—bag?" Lian felt like he was about to go mad with anger as he roared angrily.
Beginner mage Bellan sighed lightly at this moment and said to Lian, "Ai, Lian, can't you see by now that this Bryan has gone mad? It looks like your 'wraith' didn't kill him, but made him mad. Why should we bicker with a madman?"
He covered his mouth and yawned, saying, "Oh… I still have class tomorrow, so I'm going back to sleep. Senior Lian, do as you see fit!"
Amory seemed to sympathize with Han Shuo a bit and looked silently at Han Shuo. He shook his head lightly and sighed. He didn't say much and also turned to leave with Bellan.
If Han Shuo hadn't acted so crazily, apart from Lian, he would likely have to suffer the wrath of the three boys. However, since he was a mentally unstable person, the three boys naturally wouldn't bicker with a madman. They let Han Shuo off just like that and went back to their sweet dreams.
After the three boys left, only Lian and Han Shuo were left. Lian glared fiercely at Han Shuo and said coldly, "Go do what you need to do, I'll deal with you in a couple of days. I'm tired today, if you dare disturb my sleep again, I won't just punch and kick you, I'll use magic to make you go crazy again!"
Lian glared at Han Shuo again after he'd finished speaking and left with a bit of an unnatural gait. He even cried out softly as he walked through the door, "That hurts, that idiot had rocks in his pants. My 'wraith' has indeed driven him mad."
The place resumed its silence after Lian had gone in. Han Shuo also felt a bit of lingering fear when he saw him go in. It was a good thing that Lian hadn't used necromancy magic. Otherwise, with his magical powers as a beginner mage, Han Shuo would've really gone mad if he'd shot another "wraith" at him.
When the song had ended and everyone had dispersed, Han Shuo didn't continue to stay here. He cursed lowly as he dragged his weak and frail body back to his warehouse in a sorry state.
When he returned to the warehouse, he carelessly pulled out the mess of trash on his little bed and lay down to sleep.
The next day.
Han Shuo was sleeping soundly when the door to the warehouse was suddenly pushed open, followed by a loud "Wah…" cry.
Opening his drowsy eyes, Han Shuo turned around and saw a little fatty with short golden hair and a dark green left eye, wearing the same rough clothes as Han Shuo. He pointed at Han Shuo with a face full of panic, "You… you…" He couldn't form a complete sentence.
"Oh, it's Jack. What are you doing in my room?"
Little fatty Jack was the same age as Bryan. Perhaps it was because they were in the same boat, but Jack was one of the few in the necromancy major who treated Bryan rather well. Little fatty Jack came from a poor family. Two years ago, his father, old Jack, had sent him to the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force to work as an errand boy, earning a few silver coins every month.
Although Jack and Bryan were both errand boys, he wasn't sold to the Babylon Academy. Therefore, he had his own freedom, unlike Bryan who had been sold to the Babylon Academy of Magic and Force as a slave.
This was because Jack wasn't a slave. Although he was also an errand boy and would be bullied by the necromancy major students, the necromancy major students wouldn't treat him like Bryan. They would beat and scold him, and occasionally use him for small experiments. However, they wouldn't treat him like a slave without regard for his life or death.
Bryan had always been quite envious of little fatty Jack, because little fatty Jack could eat his fill with every meal and didn't have to endure those inhuman tortures. As for Little Fatty Jack, he could only find a bit of confidence in Bryan. Hence, the two of them were very close.
"Huff, huff, that scared me to death. Bryan, you didn't die, that's great!"
"What's great about that, I'm starving to death. Jack, do you have anything to eat? If you do, give it to me and I'll return it to you later!"
Han Shuo discovered that little fatty Jack wasn't saying anything after he'd finished speaking, and was looking at him foolishly. His two small eyes, the size of soybeans, were quite odd on his chubby face. Han Shuo creased his brow and asked impatiently, "What is it, do I look good?"
Jack stared blankly, then looked at Han Shuo even more strangely, "You've never asked me for food all these years. You only eat when I give it to you. You also don't talk to me like you did just now. Bryan, I've discovered that you're a bit different!"
Startled, Han Shuo thought to himself that Lian and the others hadn't noticed anything different about him. He hadn't thought that the dumb fatty Jack would be able to sense it from the first sentence he'd spoken.
Thinking about it later and recalling Bryan's memories, Han Shuo discovered that Bryan didn't talk to the necromancy major students at all. He did whatever they told him to do and didn't interact with them at all. However, Bryan and Jack would talk from time to time. Although it was Jack talking and Bryan listening most of the time, the two had spent a lot of time together. It was no wonder that Jack could so quickly sense that he was different.
Laughing out loud, Han Shuo smiled faintly, "I was hit by Lian's wraith and almost died. After this incident, I feel that I've been living the wrong way and want to change myself—perhaps start claiming what I desire, like bending those arrogant pretty boys to my will."
Jack breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this and nodded, "So that's how it is. I thought you'd become stupid after being hit by the wraith!"
Han Shuo didn't know what to say.
"Here, this is the black bread I've hidden. Take it and eat it. It's great that you didn't die. Everyone thought you were dead and couldn't find a new errand boy, so they gave your job to me. I had to wake up early in the morning and run over to you. I was in a hurry and accidentally bumped into Bach and got beaten up by him. Even my left eye is black now!"
Little fatty Jack spoke happily as he handed a piece of black bread to Han Shuo. It looked like Jack was quite happy that he didn't have to do Bryan's job anymore.
Han Shuo fiercely bit into the black bread when he saw the black eye around Jack's left eye. He said furiously, "Bach hit you again! He's too arrogant! Come, let's go get revenge!"
Jack jumped up in fright and grabbed onto Han Shuo, using his body weight to hold onto Han Shuo. He said hastily with surprise, "Bryan, are you crazy? Aren't we used to this a long time ago? Bach is a magic apprentice in the necromancy major, and it's not the first time we've been beaten up. We should be happy that he's not looking for trouble with us. What revenge do we need from him?!"
Snorting coldly, Han Shuo said, "Don't worry, I naturally have a way. I'm crazy, and all the students in the necromancy major should know that I'm crazy by now. I'm f*cking crazy, who am I afraid of! Besides, Bach... that handsome brute might just be the first to feel my possession."
Yelling, Han Shuo dragged Jack and walked out of the warehouse with his head held high. The magical yuan within Han Shuo's body seemed to be circulating even faster!