Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Mr. Shining's hand visibly trembled. "What is this? Are elves such troublesome things? Besides, I'm already dead. Boss, I think this skull elf has great potential. Let's modify it into a spare part for the Necromancer Gundam."

"...I'm a reporter, put me down."

Mr. Shining chuckled twice. "Long time no see, Mr. Reporter. You're getting more and more 'convenient' to die."

"...Mr. Plague Doctor, the people here speak so nicely."

"Not at all, the literary society is the real role model for Andrei."

Lyle briefly explained the situation of the three men to his companions, preparing to brainstorm and overcome the difficulties together.

Mr. Flexibility pinched his jawbone. "So, we just need to turn the three gentlemen into cleaning tools, right?"

"I wouldn't call them cleaning tools, but at least give them a person..." Lyle came to his senses, "It seems... we really don't need to treat them as people. Many of the modified creations can't be called human. Why don't I just create a mutant in the most efficient way?"

Lyle suddenly understood.

"Plague Doctor! Your magic seems to have turned black!"

The four members of the Necromancer Figurine Club surrounded the three skulls, already devising new plans in their minds.

"The cleaning tool is limited to a 'tongue,' but not only humans can grow tongues, right? How about creating a mountain of flesh and blood that has been specialized into a tongue?"

"The mountain of flesh isn't efficient enough. How about the multi-legged sea monster with its tongue and tentacles? It can reach every nook and cranny."

"Cleaning ability: the things we need to clean are as hard as rock. We can create some barbs on the tongue coating to increase the efficiency of the cleaning."

"Is that still a tongue? It's covered in thorns."

"Why can't it have thorns? Cats have thorns on their tongues!"

The members of the figure club were fiercely debating the best solution, while the reporter and the gentleman exchanged glances.

"Are you sure seeking help from epidemic doctors is a good option?" "Do we even have other choices?"

Lyle and the others finally reached a consensus, and they showed the diagram drawn with magic to the three members of the Literature Club.

"Snake 1.0"

The body is made of a series of vertebrae, each segment forming a perfect equilateral triangle with spikes at the apex that transmit magical energy. Each exposed segment has a five-centimeter-thick layer of deformed tongue coating, covered in visible, rough barbs—more like a scraping massage than a licking motion. The very tops of the vertebrae are rich in magical nerves, transmitting taste stimuli from each side of the tongue coating to the central nervous system. This is where the skulls of the three members of the Literature Club are located.

With each movement of the snake, the part it tries to lick is scraped clean by a thick layer of its tongue coating. The force is inferred to be enough to shatter metal or stone. To maximize efficiency, a complete system of nerve endings, hidden within a thick layer of muscle, allows it to perfectly adhere its tongue coating the moment it senses external pressure, scraping off at least a centimeter of surface material with every movement. As the greatest trade-off for this efficiency, these active nerves also transmit the taste of the licked food back to the central nervous system without diminishing its flavor.

As counterparts to hungry flesh and blood, they are almost constantly licking and savoring. But the thought of what they will lick next is a truly sad story.

Over the next few days, Lyle worked on improving Hungry Flesh, and finally, the limited version of Hungry Flesh was integrated into the lich's life.

On a beautiful morning, André Castle awakens with the sun.

A mist had settled over the tranquil Andre Castle, rising from the liches' teacups. Clad in bulky, fleshy disguises, the liches sipped their warm tea, beginning another day of experiments.

During the day, all the light bats tuck their heads into their wings, extinguish their lights, and begin to sleep.

Da da da da da.

A series of hurried footsteps made the little ears involuntarily peek out from the cracks, swaying with the sound. Several unlucky light bats were knocked down, instinctively screeching at the spider-like thing scurrying across the wall, then flying back to their original wall with gloomy expressions, trying to fall asleep again.

Click click click click click click.

Another sound reached their ears, and this time, the light bats shrank back and did not peek out to check the situation.

In Andrei's passageway, sunlight was torn apart by ancient stone pillars, leaving afterimages on the ground. A bare skeleton, stepping on those shadows, stretched out its skeletal hand and let out a shameful scream as it chased after the red spider.

Finally, they arrived at the Executive Committee. Outside the Executive Committee, bones, as smooth and white as the building itself, hung everywhere.

Those red, spider-like creatures lay in groups, resting in the shade of the Executive Committee. Mr. Law looked at yet another skeleton and picked up his notebook.

"Which provision of the restriction law have you violated this time?"

Before the skeleton could speak, the red flesh that had been chased had already crawled to Mr. Law's feet and vomited a large amount of vomit on the ground.

"Excessive fat intake, hang yourself for five hours." The lawyer gave the skeleton a rope and a sign, "Go up to the fifth empty space from the left and hang yourself for five hours. Once it's done, you can take away your hungry flesh and blood."

Those flesh-and-blood creations, like boneless roast chicken, are the new kind of hungry flesh and blood.

Lyle fulfilled all the dean's requests.

Not only are the liches' diets restricted, but when they violate the starvation flesh restriction law, the starving flesh will detach from their hosts and run to the executive committee to report the incident.

This is the new life of the Andrei Lich.

A battle of wits and courage against hungry flesh and blood, hunger and pursuit.

Chapter 331 Old Friend

The jagged white bones clashed repeatedly, the gusts of wind tearing apart the moisture in the air. Under the moonlight, in the arena built of bones, sinister skeletons watched, pale flames burning within their skulls, and evil spirits whispered, their cold tones seeming to be brewing some kind of scheme.

"Tomato and egg stir-fry." A skeleton gave a thumbs-up to its approaching companion. "My friend is from the culinary club, and I've already traded precious ingredients from the City of Wanderers for his service tonight. I never get tired of tomato and egg stir-fry."

The arena erupted once again with the deafening roar of colliding bones.

A lich whispered among himself, exhaling, "I guess I'll only get tomatoes tonight. I already exceeded my meat limit at lunch. Why are slime balls classified as meat?!"

"Haven't you read the latest food magazine? Slime is a concentrated form of monster, it's very nutritious, and its protein content is five times that of beef. You might as well eat minotaur meat."

As the liches grew more excited, a bone mallet fell, shattering the skeletons of three of them.

Mr. Dragon stood behind them, holding a huge bone staff, and scolded the students who left their seats to pick up the fallen skulls, "It's class time! You brats, instead of learning the combat experience of the top students, what are you doing here? Eat, eat, eat, if I see you again, I'll stew you all into bone soup!"

The broken ribs can't be put back together; they'll have to be glued back together with bone adhesive after class.

A lich replied helplessly, “Teacher, it’s not that we don’t want to watch, the problem is, we can’t learn their fighting style at all. Didn’t you say it yourself? That’s innate talent. It’s a waste of our time to just sit here and watch.”

As if to prove himself, the séance apprentice picked up his rib and pointed it to the center of the arena.

"Dragon Master, how do you tell me to learn from the Plague Doctor?"

In the center of the arena, a lithe figure moved swiftly and nimbly, his skeleton dancing in the air like a dragon and a snake, striking his enemy fiercely.

His enemy was a... iron-boned turtle.

The bone shield formed a hemispherical bowl, upside down on the ground. Through the barely perceptible gaps, a figure stood within. Each strike of the bone against the shield produced a violent sound, but that was all. The bone shield, set against the ground, would slightly retract upon impact to weaken the force, resulting in virtually no damage to the shield. Moreover, the shield was alive; it slowly advanced across the arena, compressing the attacker's space.

Like...like cavalry charging a tank.

Mr. Dragon covered his face, recalling the first time the Plague Doctor took the Bone Spirit Spell course.

"Plague Doctor, as a Bone Spirit Summoner, you must first learn to use a weapon."

“Okay, teacher.” Nia emerged from behind him, transforming into a tower shield one meter wide and two meters long, as if to say, “I’m ready to take a beating.”

"Teacher, I want to learn how to use a shield!"

Mr. Dragon has gradually become accustomed to the surprises brought by his favorite students.

"My student, how should the shield be used for attack?"

On the stage, the Bone Turtle had cornered its opponent.

A loud roar came from within the bone shell, and Nia's transformed bone shield suddenly flipped, turning into a five-meter-high door panel that slammed down with a loud crack, sending her opponent flying out of the arena.

"The victor is the Plague Doctor."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, and Nia returned to her original form, bowing in return.

"White Bone Armor - Door Panel Armor Style. You're too kind!"

The lich in the stands watched the dragon with resentment.

The dragon looked at the Plague Doctor and shook its head helplessly. The Bone Spirit Conjuring Technique only allows the use of the body's own power; its talent is also the body's own power. Just like how it, relying on its immortality, could abandon defense and pursue only offense. The Plague Doctor was simply making flexible use of its own power.

However, Nia's shapeshifting ability and inherent strength are already completely comparable to those of higher creations. For a necromancer to fight a higher creation in single combat is practically suicide. To be able to rival a creation requires the expertise of a professor in bone necromancy.

"But this Plague Doctor guy never thought about improving his own resilience. Strengthening his own bones is the main point of this course. Using an exoskeleton is completely heretical."

However, Mr. Dragon didn't say anything other than a little complaint, and even gave Lyle an excellent grade. A good grade achieved by a student through methods he didn't approve of is still a good grade, after all.

This can be considered a case of the student surpassing the teacher.

It's a pity that I can't pass on the demon-slaying martial arts I learned in the Black Abyss to him personally.

"I originally wanted to have a pleasant brawl with that plague doctor kid."

Soon, a somewhat regretful Mr. Dragon announced the end of get out of class, telling the students to clean up their bone fragments and take them away.

Mr. Shiny, whose leg was broken, crawled to Lyle's side.

"Boss! Boss! Use that on me!"

Lyle raised his palm with practiced ease and placed it in front of Shiny.

The plague messenger.

heterodox growth.

Like a flower blooming, the bright, fractured vertebrae grew rapidly, quickly forming new lower limbs, albeit somewhat deformed and mismatched with the original.

Heretical growth can create irregular, twisted skeletons on other people. Shining, after Lyle's numerous experiments and adjustments, is already quite close to the original.

With a click, Shanliang stood up, then with another click, knelt down again.

"Ah, boss, I have a bone spur in my left knee, it's stuck." With lightning-fast reflexes, he dislocated the leg below the knee and tossed it aside. "Boss, let's do it again."

heterodox growth.

Shining stood up as he wished, nodding in satisfaction as he looked at the new bone. "Alright, it just needs a little polishing and it'll be ready to use. Who wants to waste time picking up those bone fragments?"

"You need time to polish it too."

"But it's much faster than playing the Lich puzzle. I have more orders for the Spine Wheel from the Demon race now, and my time is very valuable."

"Whatever you want, it won't do me any harm."

He walked over. "Boss Plague Doctor, it seems that the Demon Clan has recently started a trend of speed racing on the Spine Wheel, and they want to invite us as special guests."

"The demons, where have they invited us to go?"

"Any more questions? Of course, it's hell."

"...What is hell like?"

"It is said that sulfurous fumes fill the sky, the ground is loose, and the rock strata are unusually active; stepping on them will cause lava to burst."

“Let’s cancel it, I have some things to take care of lately.” Lyle walked toward Andrei’s portal.