Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

Brandy wavered; clutching the bread, he stammered as he asked God's name.

The maid smiled gently, her lips pursed inadvertently radiating a succubus's allure.

"I am Candy, and I work part-time as a sales maid."

The most beautiful person in the world is candy, and the noblest profession is a maid. The world championship of Brandy begins to take shape, and the stairway to the ultimate is being constructed.

Having gained faith, Brandy displayed a survival ability that surpassed that of any race. He settled down in the Shadow Zone where Blood Rose worked at Candy and dedicated himself to giving back to the world the emotion he had experienced.

However, his physical strength once again stood in his way, like an inescapable inner demon.

"Why am I not a delicate and beautiful girl?! Damn muscles!!!" The naked, muscular man roared and pounded the ground as he knelt amidst the shreds of a maid outfit.

Brandy's abnormality stemmed from his bloodline, and his talent became part of his fear. Whenever he encountered setbacks and felt frustrated, he would subconsciously channel his grief and anger into motivation, starting to work out and toughen his body. Tears welled in Brandy's eyes as he watched himself drift further and further away from his dreams.

Should I give up? Is it because I can no longer be a maid?

Whenever my heart reaches such a dead end, that once pure face always comes to mind.

He could cut through mountains and cut off rivers; his ferocious determination kept this physical monster true to himself, no matter how much his terrifying talent strengthened his flesh and blood.

"Why care about what others think? Embrace your own beauty and live for yourself. Don't you understand?" The bar owner, her eyes sparkling, spoke these words, with Candy looking expectantly at Brandy beside her. Candy sensed her friend's worry and, realizing the tongue-tied little angel had asked her boss, Beatrice Naslan, for help.

Brandy danced alone in the empty shop, her elegant movements creating a sonic boom that seemed to echo through the air. When the dance ended, golden light shone from Brandy's eyes.

"I understand now. If the road ahead is blocked, I will forge my own path! My path, the pure way of a maid!"

Brandy dresses herself up, sews her own clothes, learns everything about being a maid, and no longer restricts her body, letting this terrifying body fight for her as she pleases.

Mrs. Brandy, the ultimate monster of will and body, was born.

Beauty that goes unrecognized, gentleness that goes unrespected. He will take it all upon himself.

If the maid's will is not accepted by the world, then she will transform into a monster of impact, visually and physically shattering the values ​​of the ignorant into dust.

You can't accept pure maids?! No problem, my body and service will beat your shallow brain into idiocy and build a new faith in pure maids on the ruins of your values.

The Pure Maid Experience Store in the Light and Shadow Zone is on fire.

Repeat customers flocked in, and newcomers who were tricked by friends would become like them after just one experience, like zombies spreading through infection.

Moreover, the purest faith in maids, the smiling candy maid, occasionally stands at the store entrance as a signboard girl, becoming a delicious bait before the gates of hell.

Mrs. Brandy, a terrifying figure like a cult leader, is feared and worshipped by men, becoming one of the monsters of the City of Wanderings.

Lyle found him by chance. The fall of the Wandering City had allowed the Ominous Giant to collect information on the flesh and blood of the Wandering City's inhabitants, and Lyle was surprised to discover that Mrs. Brandy's body, during the process of being corrupted by Sheriu, actually showed a certain degree of resistance. It was like... the Dragon's Familiar's rejection of an evil god.

Mrs. Brandy's identity is becoming increasingly clear: she is a member of the Black Dragon Clan who has been exiled. Her exceptionally powerful physique is a testament to the awakening of innate talents from ancient humans.

Now, with Lyle's help, he has returned home.

The black dragon Alcaron roared triumphantly, shaking the heavens and the earth. However, the ancient humans were not attracted by the sudden epileptic seizures of the guardian dragon. Their attention was drawn to the returning brethren, and looking at his abnormally oily body was like facing a black sun.

On Doomsday, although they didn't yet understand what transvestites were, a terrifying will to survive, like facing a natural enemy, was raging within them. Okangas, as the wise man of the tribe, instinctively sensed the danger. Under the deathly gaze of the black dragon priest, he spoke for the first time, refuting the dragon priest's decision.

"No! I cannot allow my people to follow Brandy's example!!!"

The ancient humans erupted in cheers, weeping with joy, immensely proud of having chosen such a wise and charismatic leader.

"Let the hunting team learn first. The children are still young, and the hunting team needs to face danger. Let them learn from this mentor, Brandy, first, and we'll see how it goes."

The hunting party was the most powerful warrior squad among the ancient humans. They lowered their hands, which had been raised in celebration, and their faces turned as black as the black dragon priest's. They stared intently at their leader, Okangas, who had turned to look at the scenery, wondering whether they should skin him alive and rebel.

Mrs. Brandy cheered with delight, "I'm fine with anything, Chief Boy. Oh my, so these are the strong boys in the hunting party? They're all so fit!" Fearful glances swept over the muscular men, and Mrs. Brandy licked her lips, a chill running down her spine, before giggling, "You're all sweet and lovely boys. Like little cakes, aren't you? Now, darling, you'll all be getting a taste of my skills~"

"I challenge this monster to a duel!!!" the hunters roared, issuing a challenge to Brandy.

Brandy smiled and nodded, licking the back of her hand like a cat. "Want to dance with me? How wonderful."

The rocks shattered, and Brandy leaped into the air like an eagle spreading its wings.

"Steel Swan".

The ultimate monster straightened its right leg, spiraling down like a spear, slamming the warrior into the stone. Mrs. Brandy stood among the muscular men, her face flushed, her hair disheveled, looking like a madman.

"I like it a bit wild."

"Next up is the group dance, boy~"

Mrs. Brandy possesses terrifying martial arts talent. On one side is a newcomer who has just received the blessing of the dragon and reawakened her bloodline, and on the other side is a monster who has long since awakened her bloodline and has been training continuously.

Being recognized by the Black Dragon Priest means that Mrs. Brandy is physically capable of fighting dragons, albeit abnormally so.

Chapter 692 Dark Star

Kristotle found his brother Alcaron acting strangely lately. He would often unilaterally open the portal between Sahazane and the City of Wanderers, then stand silently in the opposite, deep cave, staring in their direction. Whenever Kristotle tried to greet him or ask about his purpose, Alcaron would begin to tremble and emit strange, inexplicable laughter, which grew louder and louder, as if it would shatter the black dragon's powerful physique.

"Is Lyle there? He... pfft... is he free lately?"

"Probably not, he's busy with an academic gathering in Andrei." Christo pointed out the location to his brother, hoping that the volatile eldest son of war would go directly to Lyle, thus reducing the frequency of his disturbances.

"Ah, never mind then, let him keep busy, I can wait, pfft hahahaha..." Alcalon closed the portal, leaving Christo silent. This had happened two or three times already; his brother seemed to be using him as a mouthpiece or something.

Christo touched his back and pulled a dazzling magical crystal from the dragon's spine.

"My back has started hurting lately... Cleaning up these byproducts is a hassle, I just can't find the time..." With a sigh, Christo stepped back into the portal and headed to the Dream Forest to continue maintaining the virtual game server. "When is Lyle coming back? He's made so many announcements, whetting the Dream Elves' appetites. Is that heartless bastard planning to back out?"

……

Lyle knocked on the strange door of the club, smiling with his eyes narrowed into slits. He greeted the familiar guard at the door and happily slipped into the mushroom house within the bubble barrier.

This is the literary society's base. Lyle's purpose in coming here is simple: revenge.

Lyle, returning from the chapel, noticed Raymond's unusual behavior. The Plague Doctor, empowered by the Lich King's Crown, also possessed greatly enhanced analytical abilities. Through meticulous piecing together the clues, he pieced together the true events. Finally, through a series of unspeakable means, Lyle personally obtained the issue of the Andre News, the one that the literary society had collectively concealed from him.

Even with the illusion suppressing his malice, Lyle's mood instantly merged with the ominous premonition. The shame and anger of crumpling his own photos from the scene and having his embarrassing past exposed and used as a joke transformed into the fury of Andrei, the Dark Star.

Coincidentally, Mr. Raymond's dream performance needed some volunteer liches to take a beating, and Lyle was delighted by the literary society's enthusiastic response. Although he still didn't know who the mastermind behind the filming was, Lyle didn't care at all.

Since he didn't know who that bastard was, he might as well make the entire literary society his target for revenge. Anyway, those bastards deserved to die, and Lyle was quite happy to play the serpent tempting Eve to eat the fruit of evil, laughing as he led the entire literary society into Raymond's paradise.

"I'm sorry, Plague Doctor, Mr. Darkness has left the academy on business, and the Literary Society will be acting on our behalf for now." The Gentleman, the Reporter, and the Delusional sat on the other side of the table. The three members of the Literary Society had been nervously hiding inside the club lately, refusing all social interaction. As a result, the victim came to visit. Secretly praying that Lyle was still the easily fooled newbie he once was, the Gentleman smiled and handed Lyle a cup of Earl Grey tea from Ariana Grande.

"Mr. Darkness isn't here? That's fine... I mean, if Mr. Gentleman were acting as a substitute, that would be even better." Lyle took the red tea he was most familiar with, but didn't touch it, focusing all his attention on the three dead men opposite him.

Both sides harbored their own ulterior motives, yet maintained a facade of harmony.

With a gentle tap on the glowing mithril crown atop his head, Lyle invoked Andrei's power of "Academic Gathering Above All Else."

"It is like this, sir. I am conducting a new experiment to help liches 'live' even more. For this, I need some positive and optimistic volunteers, just like the diners I once invited when I developed the Flesh Disguise Invitation. But this time, due to technical issues, I want to gather this group of people together and select a separate community with stronger cohesion."

"So, it's the Literature Club?" The reporter's tablecloth moved without wind, and the gaze from behind the hole flickered like a will-o'-the-wisp. "Why us? You know, Plague Doctor, our Literature Club is famous for... being the most unpredictable. With that advantage, wouldn't it be difficult for us to cooperate with your spirit summoning research..." Years of deception and trickery had given the members of the Literature Club an instinct to avoid risks. Although Lyle acted perfectly normally, the reporter still subconsciously rejected Lyle's suggestion.

"Academic gatherings take precedence over everything else" is an attitude, not a mandatory rule. And even if it is a rule, the biggest rule of the literary society is that "rules are meant to be broken."

Lyle maintained his smile, seemingly unconcerned by the reporter's refusal. He pushed aside his tea, placed his hands on the table, and made a logically sound attempt to persuade the reporter to stay.

“That’s right, but the unpredictability of the Literary Society is precisely why you’re the best choice.” Lyle began to reveal some of the surface-level experimental progress, allaying the concerns of these cunning liches. “Actually, I’m researching how to make liches dream! You know, you should remember the feeling of soaring through dreams! This time, my friends, I, like the artists of the Literary Society, are dreamers. We will be natural allies, weaving beautiful dreams together. To do this, I need to collect a large number of bizarre and wonderful dreams. I need your boundless imagination and diverse ideas to collide and create the most dazzling sparks! Isn’t that the original intention of the Literary Society? I need your unpredictability! My friends! We will achieve each other!”

"In the entire Andrei, who can create more than the Literary Society? Who understands fantasy better than the Literary Society? Romantic musings, lighthearted singing, aren't those your most commendable strengths? I really need your help, my good friends."

The delusion seemed to be convinced; the virtual projection inside his metal box head shone with a beautiful light, and his magnetic voice sounded like he was reciting a poem.

"How many volunteers do you need, Dr. Epidemic Doctor?"

“All of them!” Lyle Tender stood up, extremely excited, even slightly gesturing. “The more dream samples the better! I want everyone in the literary society to join my academic gathering; we’ll have a wonderful time together!”

Lyle knew perfectly well.

The literary society's scoundrels have a kind of herd mentality. It's a derivative of the idea that "the law doesn't punish everyone." The more people involved in a bad deed, the lighter the punishment will be for each individual when it comes down to it. Moreover, the suffering of the group significantly reduces the sense of embarrassment for the individual. Another point is that the fun-loving members of the literary society particularly enjoy dragging their companions down with them. If a fellow member gets cheated or scammed, these onlookers are happier than the fraudsters themselves, even if they suffer as a result.

The long-term contact and the experience of being betrayed by the literary society time and time again led to Lyle's brilliant counterattack this time.

When the gentleman made the decision that the literary society would definitely respond to André's call for an academic gathering, Lyle smiled brightly.

This time, he was genuinely happy.

Chapter 693 Rampage

A few days later, invitations to the gathering bearing the Andrei emblem appeared in the hands of the administrators of various societies. Some of the previously busy liches stopped their research and began to look forward to the upcoming academic gathering.

Organizers: Necromancer Figure Company, Plague Doctor.

The name Andrei was already quite familiar, not to mention that he had been the talk of the town these past few days. The flesh and blood disguise outlined his appearance before birth, and the liches wore smiles, as if the plague doctor had become associated with the concepts of change and fun.

"The Plague Doctor is truly diligent; he really deserves to be chosen by the Holy Light Scourge..."

"Is the Lich Bane about to descend again? I hope you'll take it easy, junior..."

"Here, a new invitation, again from the Plague Doctor. You can continue as their representative..."

The light bats began to move in swarms, setting up points of light across the empty campus. The executive committee set up the venue and took over the operation. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the liches, who hadn't seen each other for a long time while immersed in the laboratory, began limited social activities. The appearance of flesh-and-blood disguises diversified the liches' entertainment. The academic gathering seemed to be shifting towards a large-scale celebration, which the dean welcomed, although disputes and disturbances were also increasing daily.

The twelve chimes, emanating from the top of the Tower of Souls and spreading to Andrei Castle, roused midnight. Under the blood-red moonlight, the academic gathering officially began.

The executive committee members, stationed at the border, breathed a sigh of relief; this time, the maintenance work was much easier. To their surprise, the Andrei enforcers noticed that several familiar faces were missing from the group being punished—the literary society. These gloating Andrei representatives had apparently missed this opportunity to break the law.

The melodious flute music was like the breath of the evening breeze. The luminous bats perched on the pillars flickered on and off with the melody. In this dreamlike state, a group of handsome men, seemingly straight out of a myth, approached slowly, their steps light and rhythmic, accompanied by the flute music. They greeted the frozen lich with smiles, their every word and gesture like the heartbeat of a young girl. They wore no masks; petals falling from the night sky nestled in their flowing curls, like birds returning to their warm nests. Tall and elegant, their every movement exuded a grace that would put even the most orthodox nobles to shame.

Scholarly air, languid or melancholic, sweet or lively—these diverse qualities combined with the handsome young men created an alluring scene in the fairyland. Each of them wore a soft white feather pinned to their collar, the only common feature amidst the vibrant colors. A flutist, dressed in a floral robe adorned with withered roses, led them to the center of the hall and seated them in the places prepared for them.

The masked lawyer, still trying to stop these unidentified humans, froze, his gaze fixed on one of them. Light paled in comparison to his face; his brilliant blond hair was like the dawn's first rays climbing a mountain. He wore no smile, his beautiful face like a porcelain doll, and even the shadows on his features evoked tenderness.

Law stood in the crowd like a rock, watching the man pass by and disappear into the beautiful flower bushes.

"Anle, elder brother."

No lich questioned why these humans were sitting while they were standing, or why they were able to occupy the center of the academic gathering. Everything seemed perfectly natural, and the natural splendor and beauty even made the emotionless lich reluctant to disturb them.

Amidst the blooming flowers, a young man in a black robe emerged. His face was somewhat ordinary compared to his companions, but the gleaming crown atop his head revealed his extraordinary identity. The smile on his face, hidden beneath the crown, held a hint of arrogance, aloofness, and even a touch of bloodlust that seemed almost unsettling.

He stood on the podium at the academic gathering, smiling broadly at Andrei.

"Welcome to my academic gathering, my fellow countrymen. Tonight, I will lead you to rediscover your dreams."

"First, let me introduce you to my friends, this group of virtuous volunteers, the entire Andrei Literary Society."

As Lyle finished speaking, the group of handsome men accepted Lyle's praise and responded with applause, applauding themselves in return.

The Literary Society was quite pleased with their disguise tonight. They weren't appearing as troublemakers or a scourge on Andrei, but as participants in the most prestigious academic gathering in Andrei. Removing their masks and donning their former appearances left their former companions speechless with surprise. The members of the Literary Society felt incredibly comfortable and radiant, marveling at how excellent the Plague Doctor's suggestion had been. "The Light of Fallen Angels and our Literary Society are truly family," they thought, "we must give this unofficial member a much bigger push in the future."