Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

"Huh? Darkness is undead! Huh? Why don't you keep being arrogant!" The Dean lashed the black blob hanging atop the Executive Committee with a five-meter-long, enchanted whip. "You bastard! Is this how you act as the Salvation Society's supervisor?! Conquering Andrei with the mushroom people led by the Fungus Lord?! You son of a bitch, you almost tore down my castle!"

The creature bound in the sphere roared.

"Old man, you're finished! If my army hadn't suffered a narrow defeat at the hands of Raymond, I would have led my troops to conquer Panderre! I would have made you submit to my might. You would have been the first one to be struck!"

Lyle stared speechlessly at the black sphere in the center, which must be Mr. Darkness. Lyle also saw Mr. Fungus Lord hanging next to him. Lyle then took a closer look at the others.

The entrance to the executive committee building was covered with posters of members of the literary society.

Mr. Dark's clamor once again enraged the Dean, who flew into a rage and lashed out with his whip, sending a group of members of the Literature Club spinning through the air like tops.

"GTMD Literary Society! I must have been under a banshee's curse to approve your application to form a society! I should have had Raymond crush your club right now! A bunch of brats!"

The spinning Mr. Darkness continued to roar, "Black black black black dark dark dark dark dark no no no no die die die die die!!!!!"

Another lash, and the darkness spun even faster.

Feeling that this situation might go on indefinitely, Lyle had to interrupt their "enthusiastic" exchange.

"Dean, were you looking for me?"

The dean turned his head swiftly, with a speed that could have twisted his skull off; he was clearly furious. Upon seeing who it was, Lyle could clearly sense his resentment.

“Congratulations, Plague Doctor, your experiment has triggered a lich calamity in Andre.” The Dean handed the whip in his hand to the lich enforcer who was waiting nearby. “I don’t want to see them stop. Within three days.”

"Come, Plague Doctor, welcome to the Salvation Society."

The Dean led Lyle back to his tower, to his office, which was filled with treasures. The Dean pointed to a golden chest. "Sit down, it will take quite a while." There were no chairs in the Dean's office, except for his own jewel-encrusted chair. Nia had already emerged and was swimming in a sea of ​​gold and pearls; her fondness for glittering things had increased considerably since her recent promotion.

"Would you like some 'Flame Demon's Kiss'?" The Dean was teasing Nia with a few ruby-like objects in his hand.

"What is this?" Nia asked, but she had already taken the item in her hand.

"This candy is a bestseller among the Black Abyss Demons. It is named after the fact that its taste is similar to the kiss of the Flame Demon."

Upon realizing it was candy, Nia immediately popped it into her mouth.

Lyle was also a little curious that there was candy in the lich's office, and of course, he was also very curious about this particular candy.

"The Flame Demon's Kiss, which the Dean preserved, must be quite delicious." A small but not insignificant compliment.

The dean laughed, "Hellfire spicy."

"..." Lyle looked at Nia, whose mouth was bulging, and worried that she would burst into tears at any moment.

However, the nascent evil god was clearly very resilient.

Nia looked at Lyle, who was staring intently at her, and turned her head slightly, causing the crown on her head to fall off.

"Is it good, Nia?"

Nia nodded, then shook her head. "A strange smell. But not unpleasant!"

Then there's probably no food you dislike.

Lyle turned his gaze back to the Dean, watching him toss his hat into the air. The wide-brimmed wizard's hat seemed to come alive as it bit the metal rod that had extended out, and even made a howling sound like a hound as it tore at it a few times.

“I would never have kept these fun candies.”

"But now, I sometimes reminisce about their flavors, especially those that are beyond my comprehension. Every new experience brings me a sense of happiness."

"This is all thanks to your research on starving flesh and blood."

"Mr. Epidemic Doctor, you changed Andrei."

Chapter 325 Salvation Society Files

The dean tapped his finger in the air, and in that instant, the air seemed to solidify, and a white brick fell from the sky, just as it had been embedded in the air in the dean's office.

It wasn't until the Dean moved his fingers and pried open the thick cover to separate the pages that Lyle realized it was a book.

Written in the words of the dead: "The Salvation Society, we are the vines that entwine the world, and the fangs that rot its foundations." The pages turned automatically, the dense text dancing on the yellowed, withered paper. Finally, the last page was reached.

A new page sprouted from the gap between the paper and the cover, like a bamboo shoot growing from a crack in the rock. It was the page belonging to the plague doctor.

“Every member of the Salvation Society has a file recorded in it; in fact, it’s for the next headmaster. After I die again due to various accidents, my successor must understand what Andre’s real ‘danger’ is?”

That makes sense, although Lyle doesn't understand how long the Dean's term will last, until Raymond and the others finally manage to infuriate this grumpy old man.

The work of recording the files seemed very primitive. Lyle watched as the Dean picked up a golden quill pen and patiently added colorful enchantments to each fiber.

The dean tossed the quill pen into the air, hoping it would land on the paper and begin writing on its own. Lyle made this bold guess, until the beautiful quill pen was caught by an arm.

It only has one arm.

It leaped onto the table beside the dean, grabbing the beautiful quill pen as if catching a butterfly. It propped itself up with the last broken joint, a few Oriu gold coins still tucked between the tattered bandages. It had sprung out from the pile of gold coins next to it, an arm of a mummy, or at least similar in craftsmanship.

"The Hand of Greed, it always takes some effort to persuade it to do things for me. Only the most beautiful tools can catch its eye. It is said that its original owner was the designer of the pyramids. Whether this rumor is true or not, it is indeed the best scribe."

The greedy hand seized the gleaming quill, bowed to Lyle, and then began writing rapidly at the dean's instruction.

[A member of the Salvation Society, codename: Plague Doctor]

Danger level: City-state destroyer. With prolonged development, the danger level can be upgraded to nation-destroyer.

The Andrei members, disguised as plague doctors, are accompanied by a flesh and blood creature named "Nia".

The Plague Doctor himself is not particularly powerful, but his necromancy skill allows him to create a creature called "Hungry Flesh," which can parasitize liches, transforming them into "Imposters." These "Imposters" mostly lack normal thought processes and are highly aggressive towards everything around them. Becoming an Imposter is incredibly alluring to every lich, making this behavior highly contagious.

There has been only one "pretenders" riot so far, which, with the tacit approval of most destabilizing factors, caused terrible damage to Andrei's building structure.

After the starving flesh comes into contact with the spores of the Salvation Society's main fungus, it will parasitize and transform into a new "Mushroom Man." The "Mushroom Man" will be significantly more destructive, and its behavior will follow the basic needs of both creations.

There was no intentional interference from the plague doctor throughout the riots, but the possibility that the plague doctor could manipulate all the "imposters" parasitizing the hungry flesh cannot be ruled out. The "hungry flesh" has been classified as a restricted creation.

Communication Level: Communicable. The Plague Doctor displays a rare communicative attitude among the Lich race. His student status makes it possible to give instructions, and his danger can be controlled through the intervention of multiple professors within the academy. He personally shows a cooperative attitude towards Andrei.

Note that the "Punishment Angel" shows a strong affinity for the "Plague Doctor," and it may be possible to put the "Punishment Angel" into a "managed" state through the "Plague Doctor."

The "epidemic doctor" has shown great potential, and the Salvation Society will take a positive attitude towards him.

Lyle stared at the tiny, ant-sized print on the pages; just looking at it was a headache, making it almost impossible to read without a magnifying glass.

"Is there anything else you'd like to add? Or do you have any questions about the descriptions?"

Lyle shook his head. Just looking at the densely packed small print on the previous page, while his own page only had a few lines, created a powerful psychological gap. What else could he complain about? Wasn't he a cataclysmic disaster?

The dean seemed to notice Lyle's slight disappointment. After his greedy hand stopped writing, his knuckles tapped on the blank spaces.

"This page is all yours, Plague Doctor. Your future academic gatherings will probably not be limited to this one, although I sincerely hope that you can be a little mediocre. However, the destructive power of the Andrei people... will always be a burden that makes me both proud and uncomfortable."

Lyle felt a small surge of happiness, and then he raised his question.

“Dean, how are you going to read all this text? It looks like it will take a lot of effort.”

“No need to read, Doctor of Plague.” The Dean took out a few gems and tossed them into the greedy hand as a reward.

"The Hand of Greed has a unique ability. The words it writes become a curse."

"The Curse of the Mummy. These words, imbued with cursed power, will, with my permission, transform into pain that burrows into the reader's mind, etched into their brain, the kind that pierces their skull, the kind that is unforgettable."

Using curses to turn words into pain etched into the mind, very good, that's very Andrei.

Lyle lost interest in the files of the other Salvation members.

The dean stuffed the completed file back into the air, clasped his hands together, and looked at Lyle.

"Next, as a new member of the Salvation Society, Mr. Plague Doctor, we have some work for you to complete, which is the restriction on 'starving flesh' that was just written in the file..."

Lyle spent a considerable amount of time defining the criteria for restricting the entries.

First, food intake must be limited. The amount of food a starving flesh consumes is set at slightly larger than that of a normal human, followed by a noticeable feeling of fullness, thus suppressing appetite. The rate of digestion must also be limited, suppressed as much as possible to human digestion levels—at most three meals a day. Humans were chosen as the benchmark because it's convenient for Lyle to measure. If the imposter violates these limits and overeats, it will cause the flesh to vomit, or even go on strike. Your flesh will detach from the skeleton and choose to escape.

Secondly, the quality of food intake must be restricted. Thanks to the improved taste system achieved through the sacrifices of Lyle and Ralf, liches can distinguish between good and bad flavors. Meat and fat are, of course, the most desirable tastes. This needs to be suppressed, otherwise it will cause a serious imbalance in Andrei's food reserves.

In other words, liches can no longer be picky eaters. Otherwise, their flesh and blood will swell or shrivel up, mimicking obesity or malnutrition in humans, resulting in a weakening of their sense of taste and a disharmony in their bodies.

The hunger for flesh and blood makes the lich behave more like a human.

Chapter 326 The Simp Gets Nothing

The research project on starved flesh and blood thus came to an end. Everything had gone extremely smoothly, and the subsequent riots probably symbolized this smooth success. All of this was inseparable from the professor's help and the professor's own meticulousness.

In addition, Lyle remembered some extra help. For example, the crown embedded in his head.

Andrei, the Lich's Crown.

As is customary, at the end of the research, he should return the crown to the Dean. But Lyle remembered his promise: he would find a way to create an opportunity for the Lich King's Crown to meet Raymond.

The first hurdle is getting past the dean's father.

Lyle chose to get straight to the point, which has been the most successful method so far.

“Dean, in the process of wearing the Lich King’s Crown, I have found a way to unleash its full power.”

"Oh~" The dean drew out a long note, and the rising tone showed that he was quite interested. He looked at Lyle, and for some reason, Lyle felt a little more pressure.

But Lyle still forced himself to continue.

"The Lich's Crown is an artifact that can be communicated with. I made a deal with it, granting it one wish. In return, it will provide me with all the power I need for my experiments. Dean, I believe this trick can be widely promoted at the upcoming academic gatherings."

"So what is its wish?" The Dean was not swayed by Lyle's rosy description and went straight to the point.

"Perhaps the dean already knew the answer," Lyle said helplessly.

“It wants to see Mr. Raymond.” Lyle was making a final request. “It’s our agreement, Dean. Please allow me to take it to Mr. Raymond. The Lich Crown has its own will, and if we don’t grant its request, the subsequent experiments may be affected.”

The Dean leaned back in his jeweled chair, showing no sign of displeasure. In truth, Lyle's worst fear was that the enraged Dean would unleash a bone hammer attack on him, turning him into a lich.

No, the dean remained calm, like a confident prophet.

"In view of what you did to the Lich Andrei, Mr. Plague Doctor, I grant you your request." The Dean looked at the crown that was bursting with light. "Although nothing will change, Raymond will not accept the Lich Crown, it will still return to my side. Before that, I will trouble you to make the trip, Mr. Plague Doctor."

Finally, Lyle, looking puzzled, walked out of the Dean's office holding the Lich King's Crown. The Lich King in his hands shone like a magical fountain, his excitement clearly visible.

Why wouldn't Mr. Raymond accept the Lich King's Crown? While the Lich King's Crown only provides a knowledge boost—well, that boost isn't just "knowledge"—why would Mr. Raymond abandon such a loyal artifact?

With these questions in mind, Lyle arrived at the entrance of the Holy Light Chapel.

The passageway outside the chapel was the cleanest Lyle had ever seen since the riots. While the rest of the area was undergoing a frenzied, magical reconstruction, this place was only quiet and deserted, with a gentle breeze blowing through it.