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

Rhodes was almost entirely supported by Ange and the witch as they headed to the academy party.

Along the way, the witch dragged Rhodes eastward to join the fun, while Angela dragged him westward to watch the performance.

No one obeys anyone.

Finally, the two asked Rhodes in unison.

"Teacher (Professor), which side do you choose?"

"..."

Why are there still death trap questions?

Rhodes's mind raced.

He knew that Anjie liked him.

But whether the witch likes him or not is questionable.

The witch's thoughts were hard to fathom, and Rhodes felt that her current antics were largely just a prank.

After all, Rhodes had been the target of many witch pranks in the past.

Therefore, theoretically speaking, choosing Anjie carries the least risk.

But Rhodes has faced many life-threatening problems before, and the current situation feels very familiar.

His intuition told him that no matter which option he chose, he would die in this life-or-death situation.

The only way to survive is...

"Anjie spoke 0.01 seconds early, so go west first, then east."

Rod glanced at his pocket watch, feigning nonchalance, and said...

He transformed into a ruthless robot, becoming an impartial referee.

"whispering sound."

Although the witch was unwilling, she had no choice but to accept it.

Anjie, on the other hand, wore a victor's smile.

Rhodes accompanied the two of them on Witch Festival, when suddenly he looked behind him as if sensing something.

He sensed the ghost watching him again, but it quickly disappeared into the bustling crowd.

"teacher?"

Anjie's voice came from beside me.

Rhodes snapped out of his daze and continued strolling around with the two as if nothing had happened.

Under his deliberate control, the three arrived at the academy's party venue almost on time.

The party brought together most of the students and teachers of the Imperial Academy, where they showed off their costumes and spells.

It resembled a masquerade ball where demons danced wildly.

At the head table of the party, the academy elder sat obediently in his seat.

Of course, that was just a photo-recording technique.

The real dean was right next to Rhodes, arm in arm with him, bickering with Ange on the other side.

"Professor Rhodes, you're here too."

Professor Maas, dressed as Frankenstein's monster, came over and greeted him with a smile.

He glanced at Ange and nodded knowingly, but due to the visual interference spell, he failed to notice the witch beside him.

"It really hasn't changed at all, just like before."

Professor Maas couldn't help but sigh.

Seeing Professor Rhodes and Ange reminds me of the old Witch Festival. It's a pity Luna isn't here, otherwise it would be so lively.

Every year during the Witch Festival, the clumsy Luna would participate in the spell contest, creating some strange and unusual spells. As a result, the unstable structure of the spells would cause chaos at the party.

Recalling these past events, Rod was speechless.

After all, he's Luna's teacher, so he'll have to take the blame if anything goes wrong.

However, Professor Maas's words raised another question for Rhodes.

"Isn't Luna currently pursuing the Advent Society with the Golden Generation?"

"So Professor Rhodes didn't know? The Advent Society's headquarters was destroyed not long ago."

Professor Maas gave Rhodes a strange look.

"And Luna didn't participate in the Advent Society's extermination operation, did she? She disappeared after the professor left three years ago."

"..."

Rod remained calm on the surface, but was inwardly astonished.

He had always believed that Luna was following her predetermined destiny, working with the Golden Generation to investigate and destroy the Advent Society.

But after hearing Professor Maas say this, things seemed to be quite different from what he thought.

Not to mention that the Advent Society has already been destroyed.

So where is Luna?

Rod frowned.

At that moment, another voice came.

"Professor Maas, even if there are no troublemakers now, we cannot let our guard down."

A middle-aged man walked over.

He stared at Rhodes with a gloomy gaze and spoke slowly.

"Professor Rhodes, as the head host, it's incredibly irresponsible of you to hand over the entire party to the second host."

"Professor Horn, the host of the party is appointed by the dean of the college, and we have no right to question it. Besides, I have not yet been reinstated and am not the chief."

Rod replied coldly.

"……snort."

Professor Horn glanced at Rhodes but said nothing more.

Without saying a word, he led Professor Maas away.

"Does Professor Rhodes show me such respect in public? Yet he always does such and such inappropriate things to me in private."

Rhodes was no longer surprised by the witch's slander.

He turned to ask Anjie.

"Angie, do you know how Luna is doing lately?"

"Teacher, why do you care about that guy? She did something so terrible to you, do you think I would forgive her?"

Anjie said with a gloomy face.

For her, Luna, who killed Rhodes, was absolutely unforgivable.

She also couldn't bear the thought of Rhodes continuing to care about the other person.

"What outrageous thing did Luna do?"

The witch looked at Rhodes suspiciously, then suddenly realized what was going on.

"Could it be something like that?"

"No, that's not it."

Rod and Ange spoke almost simultaneously.

……

The party is still going on.

Rhodes danced with Ange and the witch separately, then sat in a corner, quietly observing the party.

Professor Moya hosted the event on stage, inviting students to come up and showcase their costumes and techniques.

The witch was wandering around the party, having a great time.

As for Ange, she was sitting next to Rod at that moment.

Rhodes looked around the party but did not find the Empress.

But he had a vague recollection that the Empress should have been there too.

Suddenly, Rod caught sight of a pumpkin head.

Pumpkin Head sensed Rhodes' gaze and met his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Pumpkin Head suddenly disappeared into the crowd.

Rod suddenly stood up.

"teacher."

Ange immediately grabbed Rod's hand.

She stared intently at Rhodes and asked seriously.

"where are you going?"

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom."

As he spoke, Rod broke free from Ange's grasp for the first time and quickly chased after her.

"..."

Ange stared blankly at Rod's departing figure.

His expression gradually became dark and inscrutable.

"Teacher... you lied..."

……

Rod left the party.

From afar, under the tranquil moonlight, a pumpkin head wrapped in a black cloak could be seen drifting deeper into the academy.

He was certain that the other party was the academy ghost that had been spying on him.

Without the slightest hesitation, Rod chased after him.

Pumpkin Head crawled into the teaching building, and Rod followed him in.

As soon as Rod entered the corridor, he discovered that the entire corridor seemed to stretch endlessly into the distance.

"Is this the ghost story?"

After a brief analysis, Rhodes realized that this was an illusion technique.

Once you understand the underlying principles, you can break free from them.

"Word of Power - Spell Collapse".

With Rhodes's command, the spell inscribed in the corridor appeared and was instantly destroyed.

The endlessly extending corridor has returned to normal.

Rhodes continued his pursuit.

The ghost stories recounted by Professor Moya unfolded one by one before his eyes.

The steps kept repeating, the portraits on the wall stared at, and the sound of a piano drifted from the music room…

However, all these illusions could not stop Rhodes's steps.

He quickly analyzed the principle behind the spell, and then used the power of words to alter it, thus breaking it.

Before long, Rod chased after Pumpkin Head and arrived at the rooftop of the teaching building.

"Etheric domination".

A semi-transparent high wall rose from the ground, blocking the pumpkin head's path.

Taking advantage of the moment, Rhodes picked up the void and drew an ethereal sword, which reflected the moonlight and shone with a silvery radiance.

He approached the pumpkin head.

A sword thrust out.