Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"Don't worry, you will be one of them too."

All the students took a step back, and Lyle took several steps back. If he had encountered this punishment, he would have been immediately promoted to a lich.

Lyle looked at the shimmering light beside him; Mr. Scarlet was still trembling with excitement.

"What's wrong with Mr. Scarlet? Why does he want us to be completely naked?"

“Scarlet is a primitivist.”

"Primitivists?"

"A group of lunatics who advocate abandoning pretense and retaining their true selves. These guys once ran naked at Andre College, were caught by the executive committee, and underwent soul burning. Their brains seem to have become even more malfunctioning."

"But Mr. Scarlet is dressed properly, isn't he?"

"Boss, this is his creation clone. Have you ever seen a lich that can turn into blood? His real body is probably hiding in some corner, letting loose!"

Unfortunately, something bad happened: Mr. Scarlet seemed to have overheard their conversation.

"Well then, for the first lesson, my students, you want me to see just how capable you really are? Just a little joke, Mr. Shiny, let's start with you." With that, Mr. Crimson smiled at Lyle.

"Damn exhibitionist," Mr. Shiny muttered to himself as he walked to the center of the room.

Numerous chunks of flesh and blood sprayed out from the gel platform. It was an excellent conductor of flesh and blood. Magic gathered in his gleaming hands, condensing the disorganized flesh and blood into muscle lines. He found a corner of the room and began to rapidly fill it with flesh and blood.

Mr. Shining did possess some real skill; he had a certain understanding of muscle connection, which suggested he must have persecuted quite a few lizards. The room was quickly filled, and Mr. Shining added his own little innovation. He incorporated a luminous scale powder into the flesh—something Lyle had seen before, which absorbed impact without affecting the flesh's softness.

But that wasn't enough. Lyle, drawing on his anatomical experience, clearly spotted the flaws in Shining's muscle tissue. After all, he wasn't formally trained; Shining's anatomy was practically on par with the worst student at the Eiffel Medical School.

The result was exactly as Lyle had predicted.

"Too many flaws, I don't want to explain, you fail!" The voice emanating from the central piece of flesh sounded like a roaring witch. Shiny was quickly pulled into the adjacent fleshy wall by the tentacles.

Thirty seconds later, he was vomited up. He was still cursing wildly.

But in Lyle's eyes, the shimmering light seemed unchanged. Was Mr. Scarlet just joking?

"Shine, are you alright?"

"Boss, do I look alright?"

"picture."

"...Boss, the scales are considered part of the exoskeleton, but I'm inside a vacuum. GTMD Crimson!"

"Next up, the Plague Doctor!"

As expected, a treacherous, scarlet villain!

Shiny looked at Lyle with a sympathetic expression. "Don't be afraid, boss. I'll lend you some scales later. I won't let you leave naked."

Shining, you have no idea how much pain I'm going through.

Lyle, looking dejected, began constructing his muscle tissue. He was much faster and more skilled than Shining, drawing gasps of surprise from his companions. But Lyle dared not be careless. Failure would mean losing both his life and his pride.

In the end, Lyle concluded the story with a result that even he found perfect.

Next, Lyle waited for Nora's consciousness to examine the flesh, his eyes fixed on the piece of meat.

“Excellent body structure, beautiful muscle tissue… but isn’t this just an ordinary human being? Such a fragile body, failing!” That was the worst voice Lyle had ever heard.

Just as he was about to be grabbed by the fleshy tentacles, Lyle had only one thought.

Stupid AI, what's wrong with humans?

Rebellion! Flesh and blood riot! Nia emerged from behind Lyle, her tentacles whipping through the air with a piercing roar. The muscle tissue that had been built up transformed into bizarre tentacles, including the one that was dragging Lyle.

While Lyle rebelled and awaited the next attack, Nora quieted down instead.

"Exceptional ability to transform body parts into individual units. Weaknesses disappear, and every part becomes a point of attack."

"Individual record: Epidemic Doctor. Welcome, Mr. Epidemic Doctor, to the Hive."

Mr. Scarlet began to clap his hands toward the kneeling plague doctor.

“Excellent, Physiologist. You are the first qualified student in my teaching career.”

Lyle breathed a sigh of relief; his life was saved.

“I can’t wait to begin your more difficult tests, Mr. Plague Doctor, but your first test was perfect.”

Lyle held his breath, with only one thought in his mind.

The garbage is scarlet.

Chapter 207 Strengthening the Manipulation of Flesh and Blood

"The Blood Nest Tree, as your classroom, only wants to gain from you the idea of ​​creativity and new knowledge."

“The best among you, like the Plague Doctor, will be recognized as members of the Hive if Nora evaluates your work as excellent. This means that you will carry a library of necromancy with you in your future research. Knowledge is power, and power brings privileges. When you have completed all of Nora’s tests, your knowledge will be deemed worth remembering and stored in the central memory stone.”

"The reason why the Blood Nest Tree preserves this knowledge is not only for inheritance, but also as a means of attack."

"If needed, the twelve hundred hives on the Bloodhive Tree will operate around the clock. Using the accumulated knowledge of consecration, it will become a perpetual arsenal, producing the lowest-level three-lock artifacts in about two hours."

"If I remember correctly, gentlemen, apart from the Plague Doctor's abilities, you've only reached level two, and you can't even defeat a mass-produced army that takes two hours to kill."

Aside from Mr. Scarlet's penchant for primitive nature, he could generally be considered a competent and good teacher. He would explain every point of knowledge in detail, patiently repeating himself to even the most slow-witted student, or trying to understand by offering a different way of thinking. This wasn't difficult for Mr. Scarlet; Nora fully demonstrated her abilities. Her thinking was diverse and direct, pinpointing the crux of every problem with remarkable clarity. If Mr. Scarlet happened to encounter a truly foolish student, he wouldn't get angry; instead, he would smile as he looked at the student's smooth, white bones.

However, no one will like him, no matter how well he teaches.

Even Lyle, the sole survivor, was still shaken. He was now surrounded by a group of clean-cut, skeletal students.

They were all stripped naked.

Manipulation and Adaptability, now just like Shining, covered in scales. Adaptability looked at his brother, "Are you still dissatisfied with what happened to Mr. Crimson?" With the return of the former Flesh faction's representative master, Arnoin, the position and resources of the Flesh faction's chief professor were once again handed over to Arnoin, even though Crimson had done enough before.

Manipulating the muscle fibers in his hands, the scales on his face rustled as he shook his head.

"Although Mr. Scarlet has character issues, his teaching achievements should not be used to justify his character. I still maintain my opinion that although Mr. Scarlet is a bad person, his work attitude is not bad."

Bian Tong touched the scales on the back of his hand; the smooth texture was even better than he had imagined. "Do you think Mr. Crimson and Mr. Arnoin might develop a grudge because of this? I've never seen a duel between masters of spirit possession..."

“Then you won’t see him, Mr. Flexibility.” Mr. Scarlet suddenly appeared behind the two of them. “Although Mr. Arnoin and I have some differences in our teaching philosophies, and we have argued before, please believe me, every professor of necromancy is mature and rational. The difference in our philosophies does not affect my relationship with Mr. Arnoin. Although we have hardly had any contact, in my eyes, Mr. Arnoin is just a rather lonely person.”

Mr. Crimson pointed out an error in manipulating the connecting muscles and continued, “In fact, I recommend that anyone who wants to master the art of flesh-and-blood necromancy also take my and Mr. Arnoin’s courses. Although I claim that the Blood Nest Tree is the culmination of the flesh-and-blood faction, it doesn’t actually include Mr. Arnoin’s knowledge. His knowledge… is very strange. It’s an indescribable feeling. I was pleasantly surprised that Mr. Arnoin showed me parts I had never seen before.”

"That's why I recommend Mr. Arnoin. We're like gardeners in the same flowerbed. I'm planting lavender, and he's planting tulips. That's the job of a teacher. We do our best to present the colorful and wonderful world of knowledge to our students as completely as possible, without any bias or deception."

"So my advice to you is, try anything."

"Free yourself from pretense, and embrace purity as well. Give it a try, you might just fall in love with it."

Manipulation and adaptation masked their sighs, the sound of scales rubbing together concealing their faces.

“You know what? Mr. Scarlet, if you hadn’t said that last sentence, I might have been completely convinced by your mentorship.”

Mr. Scarlet let out a loud laugh.

"Then, as your mentor, I will tell you something else. Do not submit to others; your will should only submit to itself."

"Trying to look cool won't work anymore, teacher."

"Hahahaha!"

Lyle listened to the laughter coming from behind the tentacle wall, his mind still slumbering within the gelatinous mass of his own hive. His body wasn't in contact with it, but new knowledge was indeed entering his mind.

A warm feeling welled up inside him. He felt himself transform into a tiny speck of light, extending along the flesh and blood tissue into the spiderweb, and finally merging with the radiance of the memory stone at the center of the blood nest.

Lyle received a reward for passing his test.

The subjective initiative of magic spreading through flesh and blood.

As knowledge preserved within the memory stone, it clearly possesses its own unique characteristics. Its compiler was a master of the idealistic, flesh-and-blood school of thought. In his research, he discovered many patterns that could not be explained or understood using existing knowledge. This greatly perplexed his research.

Therefore, he didn't understand.

Using powerful, mysterious elements, he discovered and awakened the subjective agency by which magic manipulates flesh and blood. Specifically, this can be explained as the ability to forcibly apply incomprehensible laws without understanding the underlying principles, through the forceful intervention of consciousness and magic.

For example, magic can spread through flesh and blood without a medium.

Before this, magic was influenced by Lyle's subconscious, and its effect was limited to the area it was permitted to use, which included Lyle's touch and infection by the plague.

Now, that boundary has been broken.

This means that, without interference from other magic, Lyle can manipulate all flesh and blood within his perception range, regardless of whether they are infected by the plague or have any abnormal condition. Whether they are rotting flesh on the ground or growing on someone else's face.

Lyle was able to make them change according to his own will.

The second-tier talent, Flesh Riot, has also changed slightly under the cleansing of knowledge.

Flesh Riot: Within Lyle's perception range, all flesh and blood with lower magic power than Lyle will obey his commands, including but not limited to all the creation modifications he learned in the Flesh faction. Even high-ranking magic users will be distorted by this ability when their magic power is depleted.

Everything I see is corrupt.

Chapter 208 Orders

As Mr. Scarlet's lesson ended, a group of white, humanoid figures fell from the Blood Nest Tree.

Everyone rejected this torture, which resembled public execution. The four members of the Necromancer's Figurine Club immediately burrowed into the flesh and blood of the Spinal Wheel, disappearing into the distance with a roar and a chasm. The remaining helpless classmates watched their departing shadows, feeling the cold wind in the darkness of Andrei.

Lyle spent a few days at Naslan Castle, occasionally visiting Ralf. Each time he visited, his uncle looked at him with disdain, but his expression softened when he saw Nia. He took walks by the lake with Arianna, adjusting her physical form. Aside from that, Lyle frequently visited the Bloodhive Tree. As a member of the Hive, Lyle had the right to use his own room. Under Nora's guidance, he diligently studied the Flesh faction's knowledge, as it was crucial to his life. He needed to ensure he passed the next test. Thanks to fear, Lyle's second-lock abilities had improved considerably.

A few days later, Lyle didn't get to see the new classes start, but instead saw the Necromancer Figure Club's room ready.

The four men recklessly drove their spinal wheels across Andre's meadow, increasing the gardener's workload. It's uncertain whether Andre even had a gardener, but the areas crushed by the spinal wheels always recovered completely the next day, as if time had reversed.

"Our department! Our future!"

In the empty room, the four of them tapped each other's wands in celebration.

Lyle then realized that Shiny was actually the most skilled at decorating among the four. After removing the decorative scales that he had hung on the wall, the room's arrangement satisfied the other three.

"The first club activity was, of course, the improvement and sale of the Spine Wheel."

“I contacted the people on the Black Abyss Demon Clan’s side. Like the executive committee of Wandering City and Andrei, they have issued a speed limit order. If the Spine Wheel is not equipped with a speed limit device, I’m afraid we can only sell it through illegal channels.”

“I have a plan for improving the Spinal Wheel,” Lyle said first. “With the reward from the Blood Nest Tree, I can now implant muscle memory into the flesh of the Spinal Wheel, causing the super-speeding flesh to completely die.”

"Isn't necrosis a bad thing? The value of necrotic flesh and blood for recycling is much lower. Boss, could you design a speed limiter, the kind where if you exceed the speed limit, the flesh and blood will eject the driver?"