Chapter 160: The King Of The Undead

Chapter 160: The King Of The Undead

The first practical session was their initial dissection, and not many stood out.

Ray understood this and moved on.

After all, dissection isnt everything in medicine.

After both classes at the medical academy finished their practical sessions, the usual medical lectures resumed as before.

Over time, the students medical knowledge steadily grew.

This allowed Ray to prepare special lectures for the magic academy with ease.

However, a problem emerged in the meantime.

Sharing the same building, the magic and medical academies often found themselves at odds.

There was a subtle rivalry between the two schools.

As both academies housed many young students, conflicts, often driven by pride or romantic interests, were frequent.

Three young men in reddish-brown robes confronted two medical academy students.

If you bump into someones shoulder, shouldnt you apologize?

It was you who bumped into us intentionally

A female student in a white medical coat stepped in.

Derian, lets just ignore them and leave.

The robed youths, not taking the situation seriously, shot back,

Dont you understand the situation? Apologize, I said apologize.

As they spoke, they surrounded their hands with mana, leaving no room for defiance.

Most medical academy students were ordinary people with little strength.

Some were transfers from other schools, but they were the minority.

Moreover, they already knew these students, so altercations were rare.

Ultimately, it was the ordinary students who suffered the most.

Furthermore, these students were not nobles, so they felt no need to tread carefully. The mere presence of commoners in the same space was enough to annoy them.

Eventually, the student named Derian apologized.

I was careless. I apologize.

The three young men sneered at him.

Hahaha. Well, Im in a good mood, so Ill let it slide this time. Be more careful next time.

As the young men departed, Derian clenched his fists tightly.

If only he had the power, could he have avoided such irrational situations?

The female student, her expression hardened, said to Derian,

Weve only heard rumors about this, but now weve experienced it too This is tyranny! We cant just sit back and accept it!

Derian sighed.

What can we possibly do about it? Theres not much we can do.

Thats true, but

They occupied the lowest rung of the academy hierarchy.

Without power, titles, or wealth, they felt utterly helpless.

The girl hesitantly suggested an idea.

What about talking to the professor?

Derian shook his head.

Its useless. You know professors dont really care about student conflicts. Wed be lucky if we dont get scolded for bothering them.

That was indeed the truth.

Professors generally disliked involving themselves in troublesome affairs, preferring not to be held accountable for any issues.

Therefore, they steered clear of mediating conflicts between students.

Even the professor who was considered a saint would likely be no different.

It seemed improbable that they would take on such an annoyance voluntarily.

The girl held her head, overwhelmed with frustration.

Phew studying is really tough.

Lets just endure it for now

We have to stay strong.

In the end, their sense of solidarity only intensified.

After concluding his lecture and strolling through the garden, Ray sensed a somewhat peculiar atmosphere.

Whats this?

The students, treating each other almost as if they were invisible, displayed no sense of togetherness.

They only exchanged greetings with students from their own academy, creating a widening divide rather than fostering unity.

No, it wasnt that greetings were entirely absent.

Hey.

Torn between choosing robes and white coats, he ultimately settled on a white coat.

For a 7th-circle No-Life King, stealing a coat from the dormitory was a simple feat.

Donning the academys uniform and a white coat, the Lich stepped out into the garden and blended in with the crowd.

However, his striking appearance was difficult to hide.

His body, which had transformed after reaching the Lords realm, had become youthful again.

He looked the same as when he was human, with dark hair that was nearly black and piercing, cold eyes.

This endowed him with a charm distinct from that of elves.

Even without any notable actions, he drew attention.

Have they recognized an unfamiliar face? The students here are quite perceptive.

He attempted to behave naturally, sitting on a bench and scanning his surroundings.

The more female students gathered around, the more hostility he perceived.

His body immediately reacted to the hostility.

He struggled to suppress his mana and control the urge to eliminate those exuding hostility.

In Proxia, no one dared show him hostility.

Those who did not wish to die avoided such behavior.

But these students were different.

They probably did not recognize him and still harbored hostility.

Given the nature of the academy, the arrival of new students would not be unusual.

So what was the cause of this animosity?

Particularly among the male students, those in robes harbored an unimaginable resentment toward him.

I dont understand.

This was a somewhat refreshing feeling.

He had not experienced such overt hostility for hundreds of years.

Two young men in robes approached him, their posture unmistakably confrontational.

Hey.

There was a strange refreshment in the rudeness of their tone.

Are you addressing me?

The Lichs expression seemed to say, Did you really dare to speak to me?

The two young men stiffened at his mocking demeanor.

People are talking to you, and you remain seated? You must lack education, as you have no manners. Stand up.

His biting remarks caused the Lichs expression to harden.

He found their words repulsive, like annoying turtles.

He stood from the bench, his icy gaze bearing down on the two young men.

He detected a mere 2nd-circle mana from them, beneath a true mage of Proxia.

It was hardly worth a chuckle.

Ive stood up.

His face appeared to question, May I eliminate you now?

He genuinely desired to finish them.

But he held back, uncertain of the Lords standing in this place and not wishing to create a spectacle just yet.

The young men instinctively retreated under his intense scrutiny.

They stood before a Lord, the apex of magic they esteemed. His 7th-circle mana could effortlessly annihilate 2nd-circle mages.

Their instincts as sensitive mages responded to this power.

However, they were surrounded by many people.

Realizing he had stepped back, a young man felt a wave of shame.

An academy of no power dares to disrespect me, a noble Unforgivable.

His pride took over in front of the onlookers.

How dare you, a mere medical academy student, look down on us!

The young man took off his glove, signaling a duela traditional way of resolving disputes among academy students.

He threw the glove at the Lichs face with flair, as though he were a knight.

Understanding the gesture, the Lich caught the glove with a loud laugh.

Hahaha! Truly amusing!

The duel began without anyone intervening.

The young man drew a wand with a small crystal embedded in it from his robe.

Follow me right now. Ill personally teach you manners.

The Lich found himself in a duel upon arriving at the academy.

He would not flee from such a situation, understanding the atmosphere all too well.

The challenger had no idea he was facing a Lich, the pinnacle of all undead, and a seventh-circle Lord.