Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Kevin breathed a sigh of relief.

“If it weren’t for Mr. Nameless, I would probably still be wandering around this academy like a headless fly. That would be too dangerous. Mr. Nameless, you may not have seen it, but when I first jumped off the Cup of Extravagance, I was actually being chased by two rampaging Spinal Wheels.”

"That was really exciting."

Hooked.

With a smile, Wuming picked up where Kevin left off.

"Racing? This kind of thing is quite common in Andrei these days. Kevin, do you know that if they were racing in the Literature Club corridor, they might have run over every corridor in the entire Andrei castle? Look at our feet, there are no signs of damage here. That means the Wheel of the Spine could pass by us at any time."

Kevin laughed.

"How could that be, Mr. Nameless? To be run over by the Spinal Wheel twice in one night would be incredibly unlucky, impossible..."

Rumble rumble rumble...

"..."

A terrified Kevin stared at the smiling Nameless Man, and for the first time, Kevin felt as if fate was playing a cruel joke on him.

The spinal wheel charged towards the two men, and a few broken bones could still be seen among the grotesque bone spikes, belonging to the two unlucky guys who had just been driven away by the nameless gaze.

"Calamity induces".

Chapter 470 The Law of Luck

Tribulations induce new abilities in the nameless researcher of metaphysics.

The prerequisite for activating this ability is the malice others harbor towards the caster. The caster can then transform this malice into misfortune of a corresponding degree and reflect it back to the other person. It's a kind of metaphysical defensive counter-attack mechanism; as the saying goes, good deeds are rewarded and evil deeds are punished. The Nameless One can directly transform the malice others harbor towards him into their misfortune. For example, those two liches said a few words to him, so their skulls are now stuck in the Spinal Wheel.

This is the retribution for an equal amount of malice, because speaking ill of someone and being shattered to pieces are minor matters for a lich.

But retaliating against the two liches wasn't Nameless's primary objective. He had left a linguistic trap in his words—a triggered spell. To ordinary people, it was just a simple statement, but for a race whose words possessed magic, it was an amplifier of power.

Kevin's luck has a dual effect: one is an unconscious correction of his good fortune, which brings him a string of lucky breaks; the other is Kevin's subjective alteration of events, as it is now. The minor misfortune caused by the nameless individual, under the deliberate manipulation of words, has become Kevin's subjective distortion of the events.

As a result, the spinal wheel rushed towards the two of them.

Kevin felt there must be something wrong with this college. He had never been so unlucky. Was he going to have to jump out of the window again? Luckily, he was on the first floor, so he should be fine.

Kevin turned around and bumped into Nameless. A human figure appeared behind him, slowing Kevin's movements. Nameless, however, was completely unaware of the danger he was in; his eyes were still fixed on Kevin's face.

Is this guy an idiot?

There was no time for Kevin to think; he could only subconsciously make that move, using all his strength to push Wuming away while he himself remained in place.

Broken glass shattered behind Wuming, and amidst the flying shards, Wuming looked at that face and heard Kevin's voice.

"Please help Lyle."

Have you left me with this final chance? Humans, they don't seem like such cold-blooded creatures after all. The simulated celestial body fell into his hand, and Wuming opened his arms. But I am, after all, quite cold-blooded.

The experiment was interrupted, and we cannot afford to lose the valuable samples.

The metaphysical researcher, Wuming, was about to forcibly stop the misfortune he had created, but a new surprise arose in his eyes.

Red threads, representing good fortune, burst forth around Kevin, the fine threads seeming to ignite, emitting a dazzling red light. Meanwhile, deep blue threads of misfortune shot out in all directions like poisonous stingers, a large portion of which had already formed sharp cones that pierced into their own spools of thread, disrupting their own fate while climbing up the nameless man's wrist.

Misfortune, like a tidal wave, swallowed everyone nearby, while the source of this tide of misfortune, the luck that entangled Kevin, was like a blazing sun.

"Luck, highest priority."

Of the two parallel spinal wheels, one suddenly slipped, its deadly bone spikes piercing the fleshy inner ring of the other spinal wheel, blood and flesh splattering amidst a piercing scraping sound. The two spinal wheels collided, and after destroying each other for three seconds, they reached a point five meters away from Kevin. Then they exploded and disintegrated with a deafening roar.

The flying bone spikes shattered every inch of space around them like a torrential rain. Only the two ends at the very front, where they collided, did not explode because they restrained each other. And that was where Kevin was standing.

Surprise! A smile appeared on the nameless man's face. He had been thrown back by the shockwave of the explosion, but Kevin's fate remained firmly tied.

Bone spurs pierced his body, and two blurry figures of the drivers pounded into his sternum like hammers. The three of them rolled together on Andrei's lawn. Although he was pinned to the ground by two corpses and many skeletons, Nameless was extremely happy.

"Is this the calamity that was induced? No, it should be said that the calamity was dispelled."

They twist their own misfortune into bad luck that befalls those around them, without suffering any harm themselves. They deliver a powerful blow to the instigator, the Nameless One.

His sternum was completely shattered and he was still restrained. Nameless smiled as blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"The highest priority that can guarantee absolute execution, the proxy law."

Kevin felt like he was standing in a fossil museum, every area around him covered in bones. He knew his luck was working again, averting a fate that could have killed him. Kevin couldn't help but worry about the Nameless Man's situation; judging from the outcome, the spot where the two of them had been standing was perfectly safe.

Then, he pushed him out of the safe zone. At the moment of the loud bang, Kevin also saw two things fly out of the Spinal Wheel and crash into the Nameless One, eventually forming the huge pile of bones on the Andre Grassland.

Filled with immense guilt, Kevin carefully climbed out the window, his heart pounding with trepidation, to check on Nameless.

"Mr. Anonymous, you didn't..."

A ferocious spinal wheel suddenly crushed into the pile of bones, blocking Kevin's path. Looking at the tiny fragments that were sent flying, Kevin's hands trembled. Could he survive a second injury?

A gloomy man wearing an iron mask stepped off the Wheel of Spine, and his iron gloves quickly pulled out several human figures from the pile of debris.

The lawyer grabbed the human-shaped figure by the collar and slammed it violently onto the grass beside him.

"Command Spell. Speeding offenders will experience five times the force of gravity and lose the ability to move their limbs."

"I finally caught you!!! You bastards from the Literature Club!!!"

"Delusion!!!! Reporters!!! It's you three scoundrels again!!!!"

The law lifted the last humanoid figure, held it high above its head, and roared like a beast under the blood moon.

"Gentleman!!!! I told you last time!!!! I won't give you a fifty-sixth chance!!! This time, I'm going to let the judgment turn your soul into an idiot!!!! Nobody can stop me!!!!"

Mr. Lawyer's voice suddenly dropped several notches, because he realized that what he held in his hand did not seem to be Mr. Gentleman.

Nameless was hanging in the air by his head, offering no resistance, like a giant teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll shaped like a sunny day), his indifferent expression calming Law down.

"You've arrested the wrong person, Mr. Lawyer."

"Oh, it's Mr. Nameless. Hmm... You're innocent. I'm sorry." Law put Nameless aside and grabbed the reporter and delusional again, unleashing another set of bone-crushing combos on the lawn.

"Tell me now!! Where did that bastard, the gentleman, run off to?!"

The reporter's body had been twisted into an L-shape, and he was screaming in agony.

"The gentleman had an urgent matter and couldn't attend our daily training session. Really! Really!!!"

"You're kidding me!!! You're trying to say that you and Delusional each drove a Spine Wheel at breakneck speed through the Andrei corridor!!! Reporter!!! Have you forgotten that you're a notorious vehicle idiot!!!! How could you possibly drive a Spine Wheel alone!!!!"

"It really was me driving!!! Didn't I just crash because of a mistake?! It really was me! It really was me!!! Holy crap, you're dreaming! Why did you hit me?! Aren't we on the same team?!"

"Shut up! Reporter, I must have been possessed to take your money and let you race!!! I've lost everything I made tonight!!! I want to crush you, you bastard!!!"

"You can insult my character, but you can't insult my driving skills!!!"

The law, one in each hand, separated the two.

"You can keep arguing when you get to the executive committee's beam, you two idiots."

Chapter 471 Unexpected

When the nameless man approached Kevin again, his physical condition was appalling. Three large holes were torn in the front of his robe. Kevin couldn't see the wounds because of the velvet lining, but the three lacerations were already a dark, reddish-brown from the blood. The nameless man's expression remained calm; the minor cuts on his face had already scabbed over—a remarkable clotting reaction. He seemed to want to stand upright as before, but his contorted posture made both of them realize that his left leg was broken. From the blurry outline beneath the robe, Kevin could only picture a twisted, deformed leg bone.

“Mr. Anonymous, you need treatment.”

Before Kevin could even get close, he saw Wuming grab his robe with both hands, then his left leg, which was bent at a thirty-degree angle beneath it. With a few sharp cracks, Wuming straightened his leg. The chilling sound of bones snapping sent a shiver down Kevin's spine. He looked at the ruthless man before him with awe. Wuming remained expressionless, straightening up again, completely oblivious to the bloodstain on his clothes and the two bloody handprints that belonged to him.

“I’m fine, Kevin.”

“…I studied medicine for a few years, Mr. Nameless.” Kevin subconsciously emphasized in a low voice the nameless man’s ruthlessness.

"That's really good, Kevin." Perhaps it was just his imagination, but Wuming seemed to be intentionally or unintentionally covering several wounds with the cloth.

“Even if your leg is perfectly set, you’ll still need a scaffold to correct it. Otherwise, you’ll have a very difficult life for the rest of your days.” Kevin once again subtly offered his help.

“I am a magician, Kevin. I know your injuries better than you do. Thank you for your kindness.”

"Those three wounds, you need to treat them. Ulceration and tetanus could kill you."

"Thank you for your concern, Kevin, but I'm not hurt."

Your wound is bleeding.

"That was left on me by the delusional man and the reporter. I only had a few tears in my clothes."

"I don't believe you for a second." Kevin could only assume that Wuming's resistance was due to his overactive protective instincts, and he didn't insist on further treatment, even though Wuming's face looked like a corpse at the moment.

"We still need to enter the Magic Research Society to find clues about the scholar. Time is of the essence, Kevin."

"Okay, let me see."

The gate to the Magic Research Society has been reduced to ruins by flying bone spike fragments. Not only the gate, but the walls and floor are also indistinguishable from the original.

Kevin and the nameless man's lingering attracted the attention of the Lawyer, who had already packed up the two prisoners. Feeling guilty for the indirect harm he had caused the nameless man, the Lawyer approached.

"The door has been damaged. If you wish to visit the Magic Research Society, please come back another time."

"When is 'later'?" Kevin could only hope that "later" wouldn't be too late.

“By the time when President Mirror realized he was trapped and reopened another door, Law shrugged. “Based on Mirror’s sense of time, it should have been between a week and a month.”

"More than a week? Lyle will probably be finished by then."

"Lyle?" The familiar name evoked the mentor's instructions in the Lawyer's heart. "You're friends of the Plague Doctor? What happened to the Plague Doctor's junior?"

The flame of hope in Kevin's heart was rekindled.

“Lyle is in danger right now, and we need the Scholar’s ​​help. Mr. Law, can you contact the Scholar?”

The law spreads its hands, expressing its helplessness.

"Scholar, I can't reach you either, I'm sorry. He left a message saying he was going to attend an important conference about dragon priests, so I'm just as clueless as you are about your whereabouts." The thumping sound of the iron gauntlet echoed on Law's arm. "If it's an emergency, I can drop my law enforcement duties and go rescue my fellow medical student. Tell me what happened to him?"

"He broke into a vampire camp. If he wasn't rescued, he would only have two fates: become a vampire or die."

"That's it?" The voice behind the iron mask sounded quite relaxed, even with a hint of exaggerated complaint.

"But Lyle will die."

"Then let him die."