Chapter 17: Dekan Searches For A Victim

Chapter 17: Dekan Searches For A Victim

“Cornelia, follow me.”

Although he was the first person to flee the exam room, Dekan was not in a hurry to flee with Cornelia.

Instead, he brought Cornelia to the corner of a nearby hallway and hid there.

They waited till more demon students fled the classroom. Only then did Dekan and Cornelia start following the demons.

It was very probable for there to be dangers present in the hallway. It was better to follow the demon students and have them scout ahead.

Dekan and Cornelia followed the crowd through the maze-like hallway.

Whenever a split path appears, the students would split into different groups.

Dekan would always choose to follow the largest group of students.

If one doesn’t know where the important facilities such as the cafeteria or library were in a new school, it would be best to proceed toward the direction with the greatest number of people.

Of course, it was obvious that these demon students were not trying to find a place for food or to study.

From their appearance, it seemed that they were searching for a ‘place of refuge.’

They were scared to even run in the hallway. Instead, they were moving with rapid yet quiet and soft steps.

This made Dekan even more certain that it was dangerous to wantonly move about the hallway.

The only exception would be Cornelia.

She was the only student who left the exam room through regular means.

That red-colored demon ticket was most likely used to avoid the ‘danger’ in the hallway.

“Where are we going?”

Cornelia’s quiet voice sounded beside Dekan.

Her speech was extremely fluent. Merely, she can tell that she cannot speak with a loud voice.

“Just follow me.”

“Okay. Thanks for earlier.”

The Shadow Worlds had a mechanism that allowed all challengers to automatically speak the same language. Thus, even if one was to be teamed up with challengers from different nations or a Shadow World with a special sort of background narrative, one will not encounter any language barrier.

Cornelia seemed to be very happy after she discovered that she was able to fluently communicate with Dekan.

Communication was actually this much more liberating in the Shadow World than the real world.

“It’s nothing. I was quite good with the mechanisms of the first classroom. It might be your turn to handle things next.”

Dekan pondered for a bit before asking, “Speaking of it, what’s my current appearance?”

“You look about the same as before. Hmm... it seems like you look a bit better than before.”

Cornelia carefully thought about it before answering.Trace the lineage of this substance back to the dawn of Nøv€lß¡n★

“...I have a rough idea what sort of demon I’ve become.”

Dekan didn’t want to say it.

But, frankly speaking, it might be useful.

“Are we not joining the other challengers?”

Cornelia asked.

“No, it’s more efficient for us to explore separately. It’s fine for the two of us to work together.”

Demon student: “Classes run for an hour each and there’s a thirty minute rest period between classes. We are only allowed to move about the hallway during the rest period. There’s music signaling the beginning and ending of the classes.”

Dekan nodded.

No wonder the students were all searching for classes to hide in.

Skipping classes equates to death.

This academy was extremely strict with their rules.

His evaluation of the school increased.

That said, it seemed like what he did earlier had truly ruined the demon students that knew how to answer the questions on the exam.

To the demons, that exam room was a rather moderate game.

Originally, they were able to spend two hours long in the class and enjoy a thirty minute break in between before coming out.

But, their exam room was completely ruined by Dekan and they were forced to participate in other classrooms’ terrifying games.

No wonder this demon student looked like he wanted to kill me.

Dekan thought to himself.

Alas, there’s no end of virtuous achievements.

As Buddhism says, it’s not wicked to be wicked against demons.

“What sort of classroom is the one ahead?”

Dekan pointed to the room ahead.

They were standing in a rather ‘styled’ hallway.

Ancient oil lamps illuminated the various vivid and life-like demon portraits. It gave off a feeling of gracefulness within terror.

Onward, one could see a gorgeous carpet leading to the other end.

If Dekan guessed correctly, it should be a sort of fine arts classroom.

Perhaps it was a game relating to painting. If so, Dekan would be quite good at it.

Demon student: “That’s the cooking classroom.”

Dekan: “???”

Was there a need for the set surrounding a cooking classroom to be this stylish?

Was this the cooking classroom of an upper class demon?

“Forget it, let’s enter it.”

There were no longer many demon students still searching for a classroom to enter. If they were to continue walking down the hallway, it would become very dangerous.

Dekan began to walk toward the carpeted classroom.

The demon student wanted to quickly turn around and get away from these two bearers of ill luck. However, he discovered that Cornelia had no intention of releasing her grip.

Gradually, her hand was placed onto his arm and, like a captive, he was forced to move forward.

“Classmate, it is fate for us to run into each other. Let us proceed together.”

Dekan spoke with a smile.

That smile caused the demon student’s blood to run cold.

You two must be planning to use me as a cannon fodder!