Academic gathering with Lich colleagues

The half-skeletal figure lying in the shadows of the corner stirred; the mark on his robe was a dusty iron mask. He was the first executor to arrive to capture the illegal lich.

“Law, sir… those bastards… this time they’re serious.”

Seriously? A shadow fell over Mr. Law's heart. He found it hard to imagine those playboys being serious, usually laughing and joking as they were chased by the enforcers. Although the literary club was despicable, Mr. Law knew their behavior was always measured. And what did this riot really mean? Was it a rebellion led by that vengeful angel? Or some other unfathomable purpose?

In any case, the law will not allow them to continue their misconduct.

"Mobilize all the committee's enforcers. Arresting the members of the Literary Society is the top priority. Inform Mr. Judge that we need him, and I will report the price to the Dean." As the leader of the enforcers, Judge guards the sealing device of the Andrei Barrier; he is the most skilled hunter and sealer.

A magical communication was instantly transmitted to Law's mind.

"Level One Warning! The Literary Society has already disrupted three other clubs and is now in intense contact with five more!"

How could that be? Have those idiots gone mad? Do they really want to be enemies with Andrei, right here in Andrei's castle?

A warning was sent to the enforcers.

"Information has been relayed that the literary society has seemingly converted to the Holy Light. The power they are currently wielding is the Holy Light!"

"Hi~"

A gasp rang out among the executors.

The law supports the crumbling wall, using the coolness of the night to calm its racing mind.

Am I insane, or has the world gone mad? Has the literary society collectively betrayed us? Or have they turned into pawns of the Holy Light? Why is this happening? How is this possible? Two great angels are launching a combined attack on Andrei?

He took a magic crystal from his pocket and crushed it to pieces.

“Law: Dusk”

"Issue the highest level of warning to all personnel present at Andrei. Threat targets: the Literary Society, the Avenging Angel Darkness, and the Punishing Angel Raymond."

"Now, it is a matter of life and death for Andrei."

"Fight for Andrei, my compatriots."

"Issue a mandatory aid order to all large organizations in Andrei. I'll go and inform the dean."

……

After receiving the alarm, the members of the Weather Research Club left their club room and, led by their president, Thunder, were heading to the executive committee to meet up.

Mr. Thunder, his body crackling with lightning, looked coldly at the person blocking his way.

"The Literary Society? Are you the only traitor who has appeared before me?"

In the corridor, a young man dressed in bright red blocked the lich's path. He had a sunny smile and twirled his bowler hat around his head.

"I am not a traitor."

"Then who are you?" While spouting nonsense, Lei Ting had already conjured a dangerous lightning spear in his hand.

"I'm Big Fool! Big Fool from Fake Old Town, and my dream is to become a Pokémon Master!"

The young man spoke with a sincere expression, like an innocent and kind child.

The outrageous news caused Mr. Thunder's lightning strike to go slightly astray, and the explosive arc of electricity burst out behind Big Fool.

Big Fool wasn't angry; instead, he happily pointed at Mr. Thunder.

"I get it! You must be the legendary strongest Pokémon, Pikachu, right! That Thunderbolt is amazing! Alright! Become my partner, Pikachu, let's defeat these bad guys together!"

Thunder felt mocked and that he was incredibly stupid for cooperating with the idiots in the literature club to create such a ridiculous scene.

"Turn me to charcoal, you bastard!"

A swift serpent of lightning exploded in the air, hurtling straight toward the unarmed young man.

"Then it's your choice! Master Ball!"

Trainer Big Fool threw out a golden ball. The ball opened, and a beam of golden light shot out from inside, absorbing Thunder's attack and Thunder himself.

The sphere landed on the ground, trembled twice, made a soft thud, and then returned to stillness.

The rest of the Weather Research Club members stood there, stunned, watching Trainer Big Fool pick up the ball that might be holding their club president.

"Oh! I caught Pikachu!"

"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!!" The lich's screams echoed through Andrei's corridor.

A guy with heavy, dark eyeliner rushed into the view of Trainer Big Fool, who was packing his things, from the other side.

"Big Fool, how's it going on your end?" He was panting heavily, with a group of Andrei enforcers following behind him.

Big Fool gave a thumbs up.

"No problem, Vine Game! I've made lots of new friends!"

"That's good! Lend me your partner for a moment!" The hero being chased pulled out his golden duel disk.

With a loud shout, Tree Vine Game placed the ball in his hand on the field.

"My turn, draw a card!"

"I summon Lich A, Lich B, and Lich C, all captured by Poké Balls, to the field to free these three of Trainer Big Fool's companions and summon Obelisk the Tormentor!!!"

"Use Lich D, which is captured by a Poké Ball, and Lich E, which is captured by a Poké Ball, as sacrifices to activate the monster effect of Titan.

"Divine Fist Shockwave!!!"

Suddenly, a gigantic golden humanoid appeared, unleashing a terrifying shockwave that blasted all the Andrei Executors behind it into dust.

"It's our victory!!!"

"Awesome, the vine game!!!"

In the devastated, ruined passageway, two men high-fived each other in celebration.

They stepped back into the darkness, like two burning flames.

"According to Lu Xiuxiu's plan, we will soon be able to completely defeat the monsters here!"

……

With the literary society gaining new strength, Andre Academy suffered a heavy blow.

This power is precisely the power of justice.

Raymond's concept of the nine chains: [Justice].

When a powerful concept finds a suitable agent, it empowers that agent to carry out the concept.

All of this stemmed from a wonderful accident that occurred at Lyle's academic gathering.

The Literature Club was never meant to be an ally of justice; in fact, these individuals, existing solely for pleasure, would be condemned by justice at any time. However, within the dream woven by Lyle, their memories were distorted, filled with indescribable, chaotic memories from another world. Their identities, personalities, and souls were all twisted, and the entire Literature Club became distorted allies of justice.

Raymond's power.

Justice, too, was distorted by Lyle's dream. It mistakenly believed that the literary club members who had "intimate interactions" with Raymond—these individuals with a twisted sense of justice—were its allies. This distorted soul, this fabricated sentiment, resonated with Raymond's pure justice. Coupled with Raymond's unconditional trust in the pure, justice accepted these liches whose hearts had been replaced.

The entire literary club became agents of justice.

They followed a false sense of justice, bringing down the judgment of "justice" upon evil.

Without a doubt, this is a lich calamity.

Triggered by the distorted knowledge Lyle brought back from another world, empowered by Raymond's unconditional trust in "justice," and with the help of a group of daring and resourceful pawns, the Lich War, involving multiple members of the Salvation Society, broke out.

Chapter 700 The Rebellious Prince

The justice that Raymond embodies is the highest priority concept in this Age of Holy Light.

Justice, as a concept born from the holy light of idealistic power, is almost equivalent in power to something called a miracle.

It is this concept of absolute priority that transcends all laws of magic and mystery.

Thus, the righteous "heroes" are able to freely use the power from their false memories in this era shrouded in holy light. And because of the supreme priority inherent in the first concept, no power can interfere with the release of their abilities.

Just like the Poké Ball catching ability mastered by Trainer Da Sha, these forces of "Justice" possess the characteristics of absolute initiative and absolute inability to be interrupted. Andrei Lich, unaware of these characteristics and not knowing who their true enemy is, stumbled here.

"The power bestowed upon us by the God of Light is of the highest rank. We were the first to obtain intelligence, which led to our current victory." The thin man advanced, protected by his companions, his sharp eyes scanning the illusory sand table.

He sighed.

"But this advantage ends here."

Shiny dust fell from the sky, and particles of light, like the Milky Way, drifted down.

"Watch out for enemy attacks!"

The hero who commanded the winds of holy light blew away the dust, and those powerless little specks of dust fell to the ground.

It condensed, grew, and transformed into a shimmering, lustrous crystal, beginning to occupy the remaining space of Andrei Castle. This seemingly beautiful thing instilled a sense of crisis in the hero; under probing attacks, the crystal shattered, transforming into even more crystalline seeds.

"Lu Xiuxiu! Our attacks will only accelerate the growth of these crystals!"

With an iron cross spike hanging from the hem of his formal attire, the man known as Lu Xiuxiu stopped, leaving his companion with his back turned.

"Continue with the original plan."

"Lu Xiuxiu! You bastard!!!"

"In the upcoming plans, force is more important than wisdom. My abilities are better suited to stay here..."

Unable to persuade the stubborn Lu Xiuxiu, or rather, the heroes realized they could not disobey the King's orders, the remaining heroes ran out of the castle, leaving Lu Xiuxiu alone to face the proliferating crystals.

Sixth Rank, Domain, Folded World.

Those crystals are not transparent; they are shattered mirrors, doors to a world reversed.

A smiling mask with iridescent light emerged from the mirror, and a floating lich stepped out of it, looking down at the man with a determined gaze, his tone relaxed and somewhat leisurely.

Lu Xiuxiu couldn't discern the material of the mask, but its smooth, mirror-like surface, besides the mocking smile depicted on it, also reflected his own face.

The lich said, "Is this a good idea? If I'm not mistaken, you should be a commander and leader. How much of your power can you exert if you're separated from the group?"

Lu Xiuxiu responded arrogantly: "Of course the king should take the lead, so that the soldiers will follow him to the death."

Jing let out a happy laugh at encountering something new, and cheerfully replied, "I think I like your new look even more; it seems like we have something in common."

"I am Lucius A. Niatabuni, the Black King who made a pact with the demon. State your name if you are a king of the same status as me!"

The proud humans extended a glorious invitation, and the dead bowed to the glory of the past.