Life is tough, so Honglong resorts to performing?

Chapter 42 The Doomsday School
The unicorn Ella Riel paid no attention to the arrival of Loren and the druid.

She remained suspended in the air, lying on a soft hammock made of rattan, her eyes fixed on the large screen in front of her, while her two wings hung naturally behind her.

She ate snacks while watching the latest popular TV series with great interest.

A faint, milky-white halo seemed to ripple outwards from her mane, spreading outwards in all directions.

When Ella saw the curious, scrutinizing gaze directed at her by the new redhead, she casually made a sarcastic remark.

"What, you've never seen skewers before?"

Loren was speechless for a moment. No, is that how unicorns talk and chat?

“Miss Ella Riel has one-quarter Celestial Unicorn blood. Her grandfather was a Celestial Unicorn who was stranded on Earth because of the disappearance of the gods a thousand years ago.”

The old druid explained.

"Oh, that's how it is."

Loren suddenly realized that the disappearance of the gods had indeed had a profound impact.

The gods no longer manifested in person, but instead transformed into entities similar to web servers that only responded to prayers and bestowed divine magic upon priests.

Some celestial beings who originally appeared in the world of Elren due to certain missions were unable to open the gate to the divine kingdom again and had to remain in the human world.

The unicorn's grandfather was clearly one of them.

However, what interested Loren was not that, but rather the milky white aura emanating from the other party.

That should be some kind of aura effect unique to unicorns, which, logically, should provide buffs such as peace and tranquility.

But after Loren experienced it firsthand, the conclusion he reached was...

"I just want to give up. I don't want to study anymore. Let it be. What does the wilderness have to do with a little dragon like me..."

Loren's resilient spirit enabled him to quickly realize that his condition was abnormal.

After using his psychic powers to quickly regain his senses, he swiftly jumped back a step, moving away from the area of ​​the aura.

"The Doomsday School? Sloth?"

Loren's eyes widened, and he spoke with some surprise and uncertainty.

This was the first time he had ever met someone alive, not a member of the Doomsday School from the Magic Crystal Network's chat group!
It's a unicorn from the benevolent camp!
"Hey, it's someone from the group."

"It's just a family tradition; my grandfather was the real doomsday."

"By the way, he's a lecherous man, the kind who doesn't discriminate between meat and vegetables."

Alaril's long ears twitched slightly, but her eyes remained fixed on the screen in front of her, watching the pointless program.

Loren was momentarily horrified. A celestial unicorn that had been active in the material world for over a thousand years was actually a member of the Lust school?

They should probably create their own race by now, right?
The so-called doomsday school is a pessimistic view that arose among intelligent races a thousand years ago after they determined that all known and past gods had lost contact with them.

The incident began because some beings believed that the world of Elren was doomed.

If all the gods are unable to interfere with the world, it must be because they have encountered enormous difficulties and problems.

No matter how hard mortals try, they cannot solve the problems of the gods.

Moreover, this is an incident involving the disappearance of a group of deities.

This view is particularly prevalent among immortal beings, and celestial beings who are stranded in the mortal realm due to being out of contact are the hardest hit by this view.

In this environment, the Doomsday School, which emphasizes living for the moment and doing what one likes most before the end of the world actually arrives, began to gain widespread popularity.

Of course, with the rise and establishment of the Federation, this viewpoint went from mainstream to marginal.
After all, the Federation's rapid development was unprecedented, which gave many people confidence.

However, as far as Loren knew, this view still lingered discreetly among the immortal races. After all, five hundred years in the Federation was still far too short for some races that had existed for millennia.

Many members of Loren's part-time job groups are members of the Doomsday School, but they practice it in a more covert way.

For example, the Greed School consists mostly of people who are spendthrifts who love to buy things and live paycheck to paycheck. Loren often picks up second-hand new items that they don't need.

The "Lust School" consists of people who post pictures and occasionally short videos in the group chat every day, causing the group chat to be frequently bombarded.

The gluttony school of thought, day after day, I would taste the saltiness and then eat some exotic, racially specific foods.

The Arrogance School criticizes federal policy daily, while the Envy School makes sarcastic remarks online...

The unicorn in front of us clearly belongs to the Sloth School.

Moreover, the influence is absolutely profound, far beyond what she claims to be a family tradition.

After all, even the aura of peace that brought peace to the unicorns has turned into a slow-moving, sluggish halo.

She said it was just a family skill, and Loren isn't stupid.

"But won't your belief in doomsday philosophies lead to your corruption, you unicorns?"

Loren couldn't help but feel a little curious.

As a creature that is consistently portrayed as being in the benevolent camp regardless of where it is described, wouldn't believing in the unconventional ideology of the Doomsday School, and possessing the ability to be lazy, lead to mutation or even corruption?
"No one's in charge, so does it really matter? And who says that lazy people aren't embodiments of justice and kindness?"

Alaril did not turn around; she was engrossed in watching the show.

“I’m cheering for the heroes in the story every single moment. Who says that spiritual support doesn’t count as support?”

Okay, okay, so this is justification by faith, right?

Loren found it somewhat amusing, but at the same time, he also breathed a sigh of relief.

If it were truly a legitimate unicorn, he wouldn't know how to get along with it.

Such a lazy fellow, even if I am an evil red dragon, I suppose he wouldn't care.

"I am the Red Dragon, Loren the Red Dragon, your new villainous partner in future theater performances."

Facing the unicorn's retreating figure, Loren briefly introduced himself.

"Alaril, Unicorn, anyway, we're on different sides, so let's not interfere with each other. Just go to work and slack off."

"Anyway, it's for kids, so remember not to discuss acting or plot with me, I'm not interested."

A soft, melodious female voice drifted over; she paused, then continued...

"However, I don't really like you. You have an aura of hard work and striving. Are the Five-Colored Dragon Clan working this hard now? Why bother?"

The unicorn's voice was somewhat complex, as if to say, "What's the use of struggling so hard?"
"You and my laziness don't go hand in hand, but luckily I'm too lazy to hate you either."

"Are the compatibility average?"

Loren thought to himself, "Fortunately, the opponent is a beast of sloth."

It doesn't really matter whether you like it or not, it's all the same anyway.

Thus concludes Loren's first meeting with his future colleagues.

"In that case, see you at the next performance."

"Ah."

Without turning her head, Alaril hummed a nasal sound in response.

(End of this chapter)