Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Lyle's plan was exposed, but he did not suffer any retaliation from the Deep Sea Ominous Giant.

This is not tolerance, but indifference. It is the mockery and ridicule of powerless and inferior beings by the gods and fate above reality.

Lyle regained his composure, a sorrowful calm that came after madness had failed.

He finally noticed Nia's tentacles and Medusa's entanglement, as they continued to call his name in his mind.

"It's alright, Nia, Medusa," Lyle murmured softly, his voice heavy with exhaustion after the fire had burned out.

“Nia can do it.” Nia’s voice rekindled Lyle’s heart. She stroked his head, just like Lyle used to do. “Nia can make this big guy die.”

Nia crawled from behind Lyle to the front, her huge yellow eyeball in the center of her chest staring at Lyle's face.

"Does Lyle really have to kill this big guy?"

Sensing the seriousness in Nia's eyes, Lyle simply nodded solemnly. This wasn't just a nightmare from my dream; it was disaster, the beginning of fear, and it needed to be stopped.

“I see…” Nia bit her own tentacle, nodded, and made up her mind. One of the tentacles that served as the ribs of her grid-like tentacle skirt detached from the dense network of tentacles, severed by Nia's bite. The cut didn't heal quickly, just like a normal human wound. The large yellow eye in the center narrowed slightly, its black eyelids trembling as if it were enduring pain.

A bloody chunk of flesh was placed in Lyle's hand.

"This is Nia's flesh, very, very important flesh. If this is used as material to cast spells, it will have terrifying effects, a miraculous power that even an evil god cannot defy!"

Lyle hugged Nia tightly. "Thank you, Nia."

"Hehehehe." Nia patted Lyle's head with her tentacles, then the tentacles spun around Lyle's neck before disappearing back into the shadows.

The dark black chunks of flesh, edged with rose-red blood, revealed beautiful muscle tissue on the cross-section—a healthy body that would make a doctor feel happy just looking at it.

Lyle gently stroked Nia's tentacles, red magic shimmering on them.

Liberation of flesh and blood.

Shedding, decaying. Nia's original flesh and blood fell like faded petals, drawing its own veins in the water, clinging tightly to the tentacles of the deep-sea omen.

Corruption grows on greatness, like an ant colony attacking an elephant; its brilliant crimson spreads across the surface like flames, igniting the entire coral reef.

The vibrant colors from the underwater world spread to the upper layers, and the liches who were still studying also curiously dived into the water, including Arnoin, who was rapidly descending.

All of this had nothing to do with Lyle, because the moment the light appeared, he had already risen into the lich horde. He pretended to be innocent and watched the spectacle with his companions.

Ultimately, the class was canceled, and everyone was kicked out by Arno.

"It's so inexplicable. I finally managed to learn something normally, and then I was kicked out like this."

On the way, members of the Necromancer Figurine Club were discussing the accident.

"Professor Arnoin does not seem to be a qualified educator. I don't think he should have a professorship; perhaps he should focus on research."

"Boss, what are your thoughts? How have the results of the flesh-and-blood transformation been?"

Lyle replied easily, "Not bad. Mr. Arnoin does have some real talent. Hopefully, this accident won't discourage him."

Alone in the water, Arno was bathed in the crimson light of the deep-sea giant's surface.

He wasn't as panicked as before, although his body was still trembling slightly in the water.

The water swallowed his voice, and no one heard his whisper.

A torrent surged from the bottom of the water, like a giant hand grabbing Arnoin's body and dragging him into the darkness of the abyss.

The surface of the rapids shimmered with vibrant colors, like a torch that had been ignited completely.

Chapter 278 William's Gift

A city of wandering.

Dark Zone 3.

The succubus Anna swung the nameplate in her hand, having just completed the registration for this month's nameplate.

The identification token in my hand is issued by the Secret Council, the administrators of the Wandering City, as a mark of a legal citizen of the Wandering City.

This small magical metal plate records the holder's identity information and criminal record to determine whether they are a good citizen.

This system worked smoothly on the orderly side, but on the chaotic side, more than a thousand residents were blacklisted in the first month. Although the reckless and chaotic individuals did not violate the serious rules, they constantly caused minor problems.

After this common practice became a headache for law enforcement, the highly intelligent mages came up with a new idea.

Whitewash.

Residents on the chaotic side can spend a corresponding amount of money to cancel their illegal activities. This practice, in line with local customs, is welcomed by most people. The evil can continue to masquerade as good people, and the administrators also gain additional income.

The place where the Chaotic Side was cleansed was a small cubicle of less than 20 square meters in a corner on the second floor of the Evil Soul Coal Mine Company in the City of Sin in the Dark Third District.

This tiny space is the only place available to cleanse the mess. It shows how much those people disdain these perfectly good citizen ID cards.

For example, some members of the Black Abyss Demon Clan would exchange nameplates before a battle, listening to the replays of brawls, vandalism, and illegal records on the nameplates, much like displaying the scars of warriors.

This is the first battle between the two demon races. Of course, this doesn't mean they won't fight anymore; it just means that victory will be even more satisfying afterward.

Anna is a regular at the cleanup zone. This month, she has 123 fraud records. Fortunately, her seductive behavior is recognized as an instinct of the succubus race, otherwise she would have had to pay an extra fee.

Every month, the work of laundering money costs me a lot of money, but it's necessary.

Because a good citizen of the Wandering City, regardless of race, will receive the protection of the governing council, safeguarding their civilians from oppression by other forces. The laws of the Wandering City will protect this succubus brother and sister.

In the past, this kind of work was done by candy sellers.

Anna walked listlessly down the streets of Sin City, the annoying gazes around her sweeping over her like flies.

"Recently, the demons haven't had any useful information; they're all talking about that big toy."

The term "spine wheel" has recently become the most frequently used word among demons. It is always used in sentences that involve casualties, such as broken arms and legs, just like the result of demons fighting each other, but the frequency of such incidents has doubled.

"What kind of depraved person would invent such a killer toy?"

She stretched, displaying her voluptuous figure on the street, and the panting around her sounded like she had encountered a pack of wolves.

"Nobody's taking the bait."

Anna wasn't interested in her fellow demons; they were either cunning old dogs or muscle-bound, uncommunicative dogs.

"Other races are more interesting."

Anna recalled the record she had previously cleared of: intimidating and bullying young demons.

She bit down lightly with her pearly teeth, making a crunching sound.

"Damn the sweeper."

Bloody Rose Bar, second floor.

Emerald ribbons, reeking of wine, and the jewel on her chest gleamed with a moon-white light, making the beautiful lady before him appear even more dignified.

Beatrice blinked her soft eyelashes as she looked at the figure that appeared on her windowsill.

What are you doing here?

Black tentacles clung to the windowsill, and Lyle fell from it.

"I'm here to see my demon client, and I also stopped by your bar to see how William is doing."

Beatrice looked at Lyle, her eyes mostly filled with surprise.

"Are you making a deal with the demons?"

"Yes, the Spine Wheel is now expanding its multi-ethnic business."

"That wheel you put on my lawn to tease the dog?"

"Well, the wheels that can become Shiba Inu toys are not ordinary wheels."

Beatrice saw the black tentacles surging towards her and threw a bottle of whiskey into them.

"Hey, Nia can't drink yet!" Lyle lunged into the swarm of tentacles. Lyle was knocked to the ground by the tentacles, and the victor made gurgling noises.

“Nia can drink!” Nia grabbed the empty bottle and waved it in front of Lyle.

Beatrice looked at the person sprawled unceremoniously on her floor and said, "What are you worrying about? Nia won't get drunk." After a brief remark, Beatrice pointed out the key issue she was concerned about.

Why didn't you use the front door and climb through the window?

Lyle stared at the large eye in Nia's chest, checking for any adverse reactions.

“I take Ariana’s advice and will not set foot in the Blood Rose Bar.”

Beatrice propped her head up with her right hand, her elbow resting on the table.

"So, you climbed through the window to see the bar owner?"

“You are Beatrice, Ariana’s sister, she won’t mind.”

Beatrice's bloodshot eyes narrowed slightly before regaining their clarity.

"I don't need you to remind me, you bastard who stole my sister." Beatrice buried her soft body in the sofa and casually waved her arms.

“I remember William working as a cleaner for you…”

"I don't know what got into him, but thanks to him, the reputation of Blood Rose has skyrocketed, and a third-tier mage is now working as a cleaner..."

"William is already at level three?" Lyle guessed that William probably had some ulterior motive for coming here, but if you had ulterior motives, how could you advance even by sweeping the floor!

Beatrice didn't even bother to open her eyes, leaning back on the sofa.

"Yes, one night, something happened at the bar, and he showed his skills, completely taking over the job of security. Some drunk customers were harassing my girl, and your friend showed his gentlemanly manners."

This is the standard hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress plot, but will it really work on women who are used to seeing men's true colors?

Lyle looked down at the bar, trying to spot William's familiar figure in the chaotic crowd.

"He went out with Candy."

Beatrice's voice came from behind Lyle. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Beatrice, who had a mischievous grin on her face.

With whom?

"candy."

William, have you not yet relinquished your demon slave contract?

On the streets of the city of wandering, a pair of figures are moving. The tall, slender figure is dressed in a neat waiter's uniform.

The petite one had brown hair with braided headbands at her temples, her fair cheeks flushed like apples, and her long, slender eyelashes like a curtain of water, concealing the allure in her eyes.