Villain: After I died, all the heroines cried themselves to sleep.

Witches' Day.

A festival created by witches.

It was originally created to commemorate the Primal Witch, the Queen of Witches.

At midnight on this day, witches would perform a mysterious sorcery ritual, offering their magical creations to the Primordial Witch in an attempt to win her favor.

However, their actions cause the magic energy to overflow, creating a wide-ranging spiritual resonance and disturbance, which can easily lead to hallucinations, such as seeing a hundred ghosts walking at night, thus causing considerable turmoil.

Later, the Primordial Witch couldn't stand it any longer and personally intervened to stop this meaningless ritual.

"Don't use my name to play pranks everywhere!"

And so the farce came to an end...

Weird.

The bored witches quickly came up with a roundabout way to achieve their goal.

That is to play the role of a demon or monster to scare the uninformed onlookers.

The result was a clumsy attempt; instead of scaring passersby, it sparked even more interest in the activity, leading many to join in.

Over time, this activity became popular among the people and gradually evolved into the Witches' Day we know today.

Professor Rhodes was not interested in such prank holidays.

However, he couldn't stop himself from having a student who loved to cause trouble, and this student had a fierce rival who was like an arch-enemy.

In addition, the headmistress is the original witch herself.

In the end, I reluctantly participated.

"The teacher is dressed the same as before."

"There's no need to go through all that trouble."

Rod and Ange walked on the main road.

Lanterns of various monster shapes hung on both sides of the street, and many pedestrians around dressed up in strange costumes, playing the roles of monsters and ghosts from fairy tales.

In comparison, Rod simply changed into a tuxedo and turned the collar up high, which made him look much more normal.

Anjie used magic to transform her lower body into a long fish tail, playing the role of a siren.

"Hehehe, you over there, Earl and Lady Siren, would you like to come and take a look at my fortune-telling shop...?"

Suddenly, a sinister voice came from somewhere.

Looking in the direction of the sound.

Beside the bustling street, a secluded alleyway had appeared out of nowhere, and the outline of a tent could be vaguely seen in the alley.

Despite being located in a bustling area, it went unnoticed by tourists and was completely dark.

It was eerily quiet.

"It used techniques to prevent bystanders from passing and techniques to expand space."

Rhodes saw through the other party's true nature at a glance.

The technique of "avoiding the crowd" is not a profound art, but the fact that it can confuse everyone and is only open to a select few indicates that the other party's skill in this technique is extremely high.

In addition, there are spatial expansion techniques, which are not something that ordinary people can perform.

"Teacher, don't pay attention to these witches who are pretending to be mysterious. We still need to attend the academy's party."

Ange took Rod's arm, trying to pull him away.

"No, let's go take a look."

Rhodes shook his head.

He felt a strange sense of familiarity with the fortune-telling shop in front of him.

As you walk into the alley, the hustle and bustle of the city behind you is instantly blocked out, as if you are isolated from the world.

Lifting the tent curtains, it was pitch black inside, with only candlelight revealing a long table in the center, and a crystal ball in the very center of the table.

"Kukuku... Welcome to my fortune-telling shop."

A shrill voice came from behind the table, and then a hunched old witch wearing a black cloak emerged from the darkness.

"Please, both of you, have a seat. Let me show you, free of charge, the future hidden in the mist."

"..."

Rod didn't hesitate much before sitting down.

Upon seeing this, the old witch let out a piercing laugh, stretched out her wrinkled hands, and cast a spell on the crystal ball.

"Crystal, Crystal, tell me about the future of this man before me..."

At her command, the crystal ball emitted a soft, dim light.

Soon, the faint light dissipated, and images of the future began to be projected into the transparent crystal ball.

"Count Dracula, you are truly a sinful man."

Inside the crystal ball, Rhodes is a womanizer who has relationships with different women.

The scene then shifts, and Rod is surrounded by women.

He turned again and found himself in the basement.

Then all that was left was a screen full of mosaics.

"It's a pity, Count, you who are a womanizer and wander among women. No matter how much you struggle, you will eventually die at the hands of women."

"...Are you done talking?"

"No, the Count's death was really quite gruesome... Wow, I didn't know there was such a way to play. It's so exciting, so inappropriate for children... Even I blushed and my heart raced when I saw it..."

"The divination game ends here."

Rhodes reached out and pressed down on the crystal ball, staring at the old witch before him with a blank expression.

"Dean of the Academy."

"..."

The old witch paused for a moment.

He immediately chuckled and continued his pretentious monologue.

"How could I possibly be a youthful and beautiful primordial witch? Professor Rhodes, don't change the subject. Don't underestimate a woman's jealousy. Favoring one woman alone can plunge you into an endless abyss!"

"..."

"Teacher, let's go."

"Um."

"Wait, wait a minute! Okay, okay! I admit it, I am your beloved Dean."

The old witch snapped her fingers.

The entire fortune-telling house vanished suddenly, and the old witch's disguise also disappeared quickly, revealing the witch's true form.

"Ciallo—! Surprised? Unexpected?"

The witch greeted Rhodes.

"..."

"Professor Rhodes is such a sadist, he's been giving me the silent treatment all day. Is this part of our game?"

"Today is Witches' Day, and the headmaster's failure to preside over the academy's party is a dereliction of duty."

"It's a holiday to commemorate me, everyone else is having fun, but I have to work. Don't you think that's unreasonable?"

Starlight shimmered beneath the witch's feet, and she appeared beside Rhodes the next second.

"I'm going to enjoy the holiday to the fullest this year. I'll leave the party arrangements to Professor Moya; she's a workaholic anyway."

She grabbed Rod's arm.

"Come on, Professor Rhodes, let's have some fun together."

As she spoke, she dragged Rod out on her own.

Just as Rod was about to follow, he was pulled back by someone on the other side.

Turning his head, he saw Ange gripping his arm tightly, glaring coldly at the witch.

"The dean and the teachers aren't that close, are they? Maintaining proper social distance is the most basic etiquette."

"That applies to you too. Actions like holding hands are prohibited between students and teachers."

"There is no such rule in the school regulations."

"It will be here soon. Tomorrow I will add a school rule prohibiting any close contact between students and teachers."

"It's a pity, I've already graduated, so the school rules don't apply to me anymore."

"As long as it's useful to Professor Rhodes, that's all that matters~"

Ange and the witch each grabbed one of Rhodes's arms, their faces bearing fake smiles, their eyes devoid of any genuine joy.

A fierce spark ignited where their eyes met.

Caught in the middle, Rhodes seemed to see a ferocious, glaring Asura appearing behind each of the two.

"Teacher, are you really that close to the witch?"

"Professor Rhodes, teacher-student relationships are forbidden."

"..."

Suddenly, Rhodes caught a glimpse of a task popping up on the system taskbar out of the corner of his eye.

[Goal: The better days are yet to come! Survive this hellish battlefield!]

[Reward: Increased chances of finding the truth about the world, increased chances of survival.]

[Punishment: Death.]

"Gentlemen, I love war. — Major Four-Eyes"