Chapter 492

Chapter 492

"Davey, Rinne absolutely does not want you to approach," Rinne said, forming an 'x' with her arms in front of her to signal her reluctance for Davey to come closer.

It appeared that a significant impact had been left on Rinne after experiencing the curse that heightened one's senses to the extreme. Davey could discern the effectiveness of the curse from the fact that the typically expressionless Rinne was reacting so strongly to it.

"Right. Anyway, this is a type of curse, so how can I use it as I please, right? I obtained it simply because I have a need for it," Davey replied, his smile filled with amusement as he reassured the golem.

Rinne regarded him with suspicion. Eventually, she nodded and cautiously approached him.

‘Now!’

“Hiyaaa?!”

Davey's smile stretched to his ears upon hearing Rinne's shrill screams. After all, the girl had not let out a single scream even when her entire body had been nearly destroyed, but now she was screaming uncontrollably.

"As expected, this is truly remarkable."

The curse used by the Princess of the Abyss was exceptionally efficient in achieving its singular purpose, and it was this efficiency that intrigued Davey. However, he believed that the aftermath might be more complex than he had initially imagined. While it resembled a curse, he was uncertain of the potential consequences if used recklessly.

To prevent such complications, Davey had condensed Versha's dissipating powers into a small bead, no larger than his knuckle. With this, he could harness Versha's power and combine it with the curse that amplified one's senses using his mana. However, it wasn't Davey who had created this bead.

Versha, screaming for her life, had given Davey the bead containing her powers as a means of survival. Yet, in the end, Davey had killed her. Why, despite her cooperation? Versha was the one responsible for creating the parasitic virus through her curse and other abilities, making her a primary contributor to the state of the world. Why should he have spared her?Discover new chapters at novelhall.com

Of course, Versha had resisted, but just as Davey had done with Sleesia, he had employed Taboo's Karma to press their core, the source of their powers as Princesses of the Abyss, causing it to rupture. That was how Davey had killed his second Princess of the Abyss.

Davey wasn't sure how many Princesses of the Abyss remained or how many he would encounter in the future, but he was certain of one thing: the influence of the Abyss would diminish with the death of each Princess with distinct characteristics.

Rinne, completely deceived by Davey and subjected to another sensory overload, jumped away from him. She materialized a massive gun and aimed it squarely at Davey. "Rinne evaluates Davey poorly!!!"

Ignoring Rinne, who appeared ready to shoot him at any moment, Davey turned to Perserque and inquired, "How's the effect?"

"You're truly the worst, Davey," Perserque replied coldly as she fixed him with a glare.

Seeing her reaction, Davey was confident the effects were as he had expected.

"Don't worry. I'm merely trying to assess the associated risks."

The risks tied to the power of the Abyss remained largely unknown to them, hence the need for caution. Perserque regarded Davey with suspicion for an extended period, showing she had no faith in his overtly deceitful comments. Nevertheless, Davey figured they could believe what they wished, as he had no immediate plans to use this power on them.

"I look forward to how Illyna will react to this."

"I must warn that child."

"Keep your mouth shut, or I will let you experience it again."

"You despicable and vile bastard!!!"

Davey was eager to see how Sword Princess Illyna, the blonde with a captivating allure that might tempt one to give her a massage, would react to the effects of the bead.

Davey clicked his tongue as he rolled the bead in his hand and gradually released the repulsive power of the Abyss to attempt to assail him. However, since the power's source was a curse, the curse rejecting the flow deeply embedded within Davey easily quelled and suppressed it.

"In the end, no one else can use this but me."

The bead served as a nucleus containing countless curses from Versha. Even though Davey could manipulate the curse that heightened one's senses to the extreme at his discretion, delving deeply into the curse would cause the tens of thousands of curses trapped inside the bead to escape and strike Davey, the caster of the curses. If Davey didn't possess the curse rejecting the flow within his body, he would have promptly deemed this item a highly dangerous artifact requiring sealing.

In fact, Davey was only able to use the bead because the curse penalty it carried did not affect his body. Otherwise, he would have already turned into a puddle of bloody mess, much like the victims he had come across earlier. Nevertheless, because of the bead's inherent danger, Davey had to be cautious to keep it out of the reach of others.

“Yeeeeeep!”

“Daddy!”

The two children promptly rushed into Davey's arms and gazed up at him with sparkling eyes when they heard his voice.

“Does Blue Ribbon and Red Ribbon want to go and meet with a friend?”

“Fwiend?”

“That’s right. Shall we go and visit Myuu?!”

“Gwo! Red Ribbon wants to gwoo! Red Ribbon wants to see Myuu!”

Davey held his two children in his arms and moved toward the academy that was located at the west side of the territory.

***

A lively atmosphere filled the halls of the Heins Academy following its official opening. Davey had requested the souls freed from their curse, bound to the traces of the Kingdom of Prugrepf after their deaths, to wander the academy's halls. Since they held a favorable view of Davey, they willingly obliged.

Now, they seemed to have settled comfortably in the academy, finding their own places within its premises. Spirits occupied various spots, from the auditorium to the bathrooms and even decorative sculptures on the academy grounds.

"What! What are you looking at?! Are you ignoring me just because I'm a ghost living in the frescoes... Heok?!" The ghost, who often appeared in popular spots and shouted imperiously, choked, his eyes widening when he spotted Davey before him.

"They're ignoring you?" Davey approached the trembling ghost, who looked as if he'd just met his commanding officer for the first time, and patted him on the shoulder. He displayed an odd ability to touch the incorporeal figure, as if he could pin him down if he so desired.

"N-No... That's not..." The ghost's already pale countenance turned even paler as they discussed the topic. Davey couldn't help but chuckle at the ghost's terrified expression.

"You've grasped the concept perfectly. Carry on with what you're doing. I'll leave the academy's atmosphere in your capable hands."

Davey, being human, had eyes and ears and was aware of the faculty's approach to students. The more challenging the curriculum, the more crucial it was to inject moments of levity in unconventional ways. It may have seemed like utter nonsense, but a glance at the students of the academy made it clear that it worked.

"From now on, our chant is 'I am! The Devil!' Got it?! You are all devils now, and there's only one way to escape the devil!"

The young boys and girls, dressed as novice swordsmen, screamed and rolled on the well-kept lawns of the military training ground, making it evident that it was no mere nonsense.

Faculties of Swordsmanship and Magic.

"Is this the famous MBFD?"

MBFD, Monsters Born From Difficulties. The process was grueling and brutal, with little regard for emotional toll, but the results were undeniable. Of course, each faculty emphasized efficiency and put little concern into emotional stress.

Word about ordinary students, who had undergone the grueling teaching process, quickly mastering the sword and forming circles within a short time since the academy's opening, had already begun to spread throughout the continent.

The only places considered more comfortable were the Faculty of Alchemy and the Faculty of Liberal Arts.

"You can neutralize the acidity of your potion by using the aerilite grass here..." Milpieu, a pink-haired woman teaching dozens of students in a vast auditorium, interrupted her lesson upon seeing Davey's entrance.

"What's the matter?"

"Let's have a chat."

"...Our class will end here. You can engage in some self-study."

The students visibly relaxed when they heard Milpieu's words.

Davey had obviously arranged for her to teach a class at the academy. Her use of charm magic ensured the students remained attentive to her lessons.