Mr. Death in the Steam World

Chapter 152 One Certificate, Permanent Validity

As soon as he finished speaking, Mr. Birdbeak raised his right hand and gently clenched his long fingers in mid-air.

In an instant, countless fine golden threads appeared in the air around the crack.

They spring from nothingness, spreading in all directions like a spider web, weaving the entire space into an airtight cage.

Before the black-robed members of the Truth Society could react, the golden threads had already wrapped around their bodies.

The moment the silk threads touched the skin, the black-robed man's body began to burn fiercely.

The body rapidly shrank, twisted, and deformed in the flames, finally turning into a small clump of grayish-white powder that fell softly from mid-air.

Golden threads weaved wildly through the ranks of the Truth Society, each one taking a life with it.

In the auditorium, the professors stopped what they were doing, all speechless with shock at the scene.

Professor Agnes gaped open.

He had lived for so many years and seen countless powerful magicians, but he had never seen such power.

Without lifting a finger, dozens of well-trained members of the Truth Society were wiped out.

What level is this? Eighth rank, ninth rank, or even higher!?

Mr. Birdbeak stood on the crossbeam of the dome, his right hand still in a loose clenched position, his eyes behind the mask revealing no emotion.

The golden threads twined around his fingertips like docile snakes.

"Who else wants to try?"

Before he could finish speaking, the vice president finally made a move.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers spread open.

Six beams of light, as thick as an arm, shot from his fingertips, tearing through the air and hurtling straight toward Mr. Birdbeak on the dome.

Mr. Birdbeak frowned.

This power is undoubtedly demonic.

Wherever the beam of light passed, the dome bricks of the auditorium silently melted away, and a cloying, putrid stench filled the air.

The golden threads instantly tightened, weaving a dense, impenetrable net in front of Mr. Birdbeak.

The dark purple beam of light struck the golden net, producing a piercing hissing sound.

"Not bad firepower." Mr. Birdbeak's voice remained calm. "Unfortunately—too slow."

With a flick of his wrist, three golden threads split from the net, climbing back up the dark purple pillar of light like living snakes, heading straight for the vice president's face.

The vice president snorted and drew a circle in front of him with his other hand.

A jet-black shield appeared out of thin air, and golden threads struck the shield with a loud bang, causing the glass windows of the auditorium to vibrate and tremble.

Upon seeing this, Mr. Birdbeak's figure transformed into a blur in mid-air, with golden threads spinning wildly around him, forming an impenetrable blade wheel.

The vice president waved his hands repeatedly, alternating between demonic power and a jet-black shield, barely managing to block the attack.

"Who exactly are you?"

The vice president's voice was somber and hoarse, almost inhuman.

"I'm just an old man who's been here for hundreds of years."

He raised his right hand, his fingertips pointing at the vice president's forehead.

"It's time to end this."

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The vice president's pupils suddenly contracted.

He had no doubt that if this attack landed, he wouldn't even have the chance to die together with his opponent.

The next instant, he plunged his right hand into his heart.

The splattered blood tore a scarlet rift in the air, and the vice president quickly disappeared into it.

The observer, his face filled with fear, followed closely behind.

"Evacuate! Everyone—evacuate!"

The remaining members of the Truth Society, as if granted a pardon, scrambled and crawled toward the depths of the crevice.

No one dared to look back, no one dared to linger for even a moment; everyone was desperately trying to escape.

The golden threads continued to chase after them, each time they passed through, they carried away one unfortunate soul who had fallen behind.

Mr. Birdbeak sighed as the crack slowly closed.

"Unfortunately," he said softly, "my power is limited, and I cannot keep them all."

The principal walked over from the edge of the stage and looked up at Mr. Birdbeak, who stood on the dome, with the utmost humility.

"You knew they would come?"

Mr. Birdbeak lightly leaped down from the crossbeam.

"What if I know? What if I don't know?"

"No one can stop those lunatics from doing things; it's been like this for hundreds of years."

"Although I made them pay the price, I didn't expect them to act so decisively."

Their objective this time was precisely the Akashic Records.

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"And unfortunately, they have already achieved their goal."

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The principal's brow furrowed even more.

"Did they go to all this trouble just to target a Level 2 containment object?"

"That's not the case. I dare say there's definitely a traitor among you."

The fact that the Akashic Records selected this event must have been the result of human intervention.

"If the situation gets any worse, there might be a traitor among those students."

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Mr. Birdbeak's voice was extremely solemn.

"According to official history, the blizzard that struck Winterfell a hundred years ago was a natural disaster, but that is not the case."

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"That blizzard was orchestrated by the Truth Society; their true purpose was to help Beelzebub awaken."

Professor Agnes' pupils contracted sharply.

Beelzebub? The original sin demon who was in charge of "gluttony"?

“Exactly.” Mr. Birdbeak nodded. “The Winter City incident back then was essentially a sacrificial ritual.”

"The truth will turn Winterfell and its surrounding area into a giant altar by creating a blizzard."

"The wind and snow devoured countless lives, and all the life force that was devoured was used to corrode the seal on Beelzebub."

Fortunately, the Order of the Ring of Eternal Winter discovered and stopped the ritual in time.

"They paid a heavy price, but in the end they managed to reseal Beelzebub."

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"That blizzard was caused by the power that overflowed during Beelzebub's awakening."

No one knows why Mr. Birdbeak knows so much about this long-forgotten history, but at this moment no one dares to question it.

"You mean, the Truth Society's intrusion into the Akashic Records this time was to help Beelzebub break the seal?"

"What significance would it have for the present world if it could help break the seal on the demons in the records?"

Mr. Birdbeak looked at the principal in surprise and shook his head.

"I never imagined that St. Alice would have fallen so low as to no longer possess such important information."

Have you ever heard of the saying, "One certificate is a certificate forever"?

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The principal was taken aback, thought for a moment, and then his expression changed drastically.

"You mean...?"

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"Indeed, under the opponent's magic, the Akashic Records have gone out of control, and the timeline of the records is gradually merging with the timeline of the present world."

"If he successfully breaks the seal in the Akashic Records, then the seal in reality will also be broken."

After he finished speaking, the auditorium fell into a deathly silence.

The professors, who were usually so eloquent, looked at each other in bewilderment and fell silent.

Original Sin Demons—those are only legends left after the mythological era.

Each original sin demon corresponds to a human original sin, and in mysticism, their status is equivalent to that of the twelve Olympian gods.

If Beelzebub truly succeeded in breaking the seal in the Akashic Records, that power would flow back into the mortal world through the characteristic of "one proof, eternal proof".

At that point, the consequences would be unimaginable.

"So," the principal finally spoke, "what can we do now?"

Mr. Birdbeak was silent for a moment, then raised his hand and pointed to the completely shattered crystal in the center of the stage.

"The children's bodies and souls have all entered the Akashic Records."

There was a hint of helplessness in his voice, "The only thing I can do is to prevent the record from completely collapsing."

"But the rest is up to the children to handle themselves."

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"Every choice they made in the records influenced the course of history."

"If history is altered and Beelzebub successfully breaks the seal, then you can just shrug and wait to die."

"On the contrary, if they can stop the Truth Society's conspiracy in the records and restore history, then Beelzebub's seal will not only not be broken, but will be strengthened."

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He paused, his gaze sweeping through his glasses across every solemn face in the auditorium.

"Right now, all we can do is wait."

"Wait for those children, in the city of Far Winter a hundred years ago, to fight a battle for all of us with no way out."

Unexpectedly, the principal shook his head.

"Senior, you've overlooked something."

She narrowed her eyes, her hair standing on end, radiating both magic and rage.

"It's time to find the traitors."

For a moment, the auditorium was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Step forward, all of you. If you confess your identities, I might grant you a proper burial."

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"If not..."

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To Mr. Birdbeak's astonishment, the principal actually unleashed his spiritual domain, completely enveloping the auditorium.

"I will show you what the cruelty of a magician is."

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