The Villain Only Wants To Live a Buddhist Life

Chapter 34 Dark Demon Doesn't Understand the Darkness of Night

Dark was not stupid enough to stay up late and wait for [Pride Ⅱ]'s CD to pass.

When he woke up early the next morning, the dim light was passing through the curtain, shedding into the room.

Not wasting a moment, Dark cast [Pride Ⅱ] at the blinking DemiDevimon.

"Ah-hahahaha ଘ(￣ˇ￣)/ !"

DemiDevimon, who flew up into the air, looked down at his master condescendingly and let out a proud wild laugh from the ceiling.

Dark naturally didn't care about such trivial matters and went straight to his research. "DemiDevimon, use another skill against the wall."

Under any circumstances, a familiar spirit wouldn’t be able to resist the magister's formal order.

However, magical spirits did not necessarily have to be restrained by this rule.

Of course, under normal circumstances, it was still impossible for a magical spirit with an intelligence level of 2.0 to have the idea of ​​defying the master's order.

Therefore, even though DemiDevimon was reluctant, it used another skill against the wall. Its eyes widened suddenly, and two spiral light waves burst out of the dark golden pupils!

If it weren’t for the fact that nothing happened to the wall, Dark would’ve thought it had learned some skills like "Special Beam Cannon".

But, he soon realized that this was most likely a special skill for creatures.

So Dark summoned [Phantom Magic Beast: Eevee] immediately.

Although the magical spirit was not a creature in the traditional sense, it could be regarded as a simulating life form.

Sure enough, the spiral light waves emitted from DemiDevimon's eyes finally worked, and Eevee-chan’s eyes gradually became confused and fell asleep!

→[Ultimate: demon hypnosis]

→[Demon Hypnosis: Launches a hypnotic wave that hypnotizes enemies from the eyes. ]

...

After doing this little experiment, Dark began to formulate the next goal.

“There are still five points of [Pride] left in this month’s limit… I don’t think it will be enough."

"This Bottle of Thoughts can only keep Thinking Substances fresh for three days. It is too short. Maybe it's time to get some credits to buy a more advanced one."

"Moreover, I also want to try out other deadly sin series magic cards."

"Mhm~ let me see, the closest to the 100-point indicator is Wrath and Lust..."

"Wait, why did I have this idea? This is dangerous!"

Dark quickly discarded this dangerous idea. The main purpose at the moment was to lower the value of [Pride] before proceeding with other experiments.

After a month of tempering, his self-control ability was getting stronger and stronger, except that [Lust] was not very easy to control, [Wrath] had hidden worries, and lastly left with [Greed] which was a little bit dangerous.

As long as the [Pride] indicator, which was the most difficult to control, was brought down, there would be no problems in the short term.

When his self-control ability became stronger later, he could try to control a specific deadly sin to float around 100...

...

As the sky of Saint Marian was covered by clouds, the first-year students ushered into the second potion class of this week.

Dark came to the classroom in advance as usual, but to his surprise, there were two more people in the classroom who he wouldn't normally see.

White and Robert unexpectedly came to the classroom early today!

"What's wrong with them today?"

Although he had already noticed there was something wrong with the two of them since two days ago, Dark paid no heed to them.

But this morning the situation was particularly obvious!

Although White normally did not put on fancy clothes like some people, he was actually a person who paid much attention to his image. Dark had never seen him having a chicken-coop-like messy hair like today!

‘And why are their eyes swollen?’

‘Are you being bullied?’

‘Apart from me, who dares to bully the son of a hero?’

‘Oh my god!’

‘What is tied to Robert's forehead?’

"Victory?"

Dark was speechless.

...

As the class time got closer, the number of people in the classroom gradually grew.

Someone couldn't help but ask them.

White was reading at the book while biting his pen, his face gradually turning grim.

Robert’s soul seemed to have left his body and he replied in a flat tone, "It's nothing, it's just the price of learning!"

...

It turned out to be the price of learning.

‘Did they study all night last night?’ But studying all night long was not a good thing.

The most efficient way was to go to bed at ten o'clock, wake up at six, and take a half-hour nap in order to maintain the spirit of the day.

Dark really wanted to pass on his experience to them.

But he didn't seem to have a chance.

Soon, the bell for the beginning of the class rang at eight o'clock on time.

Professor Thompson stepped into the classroom and said, "Today is a theory class."

Just one sentence and he removed all the enthusiasm from the students.

Although the experimental class was more difficult, the first-year students obviously prefered making potions by themselves compared to the boring theory class.

Contrarily, White and Robert’s eyes were gleaming!

"We are lucky, aren't we, Robert?"

"Yes, White. It seems that our efforts have been recognized by the Goddess of Luck."

"In today's potions class, I will definitely score five points more than you!"

"Hahaha, you are very confident, White."

...

About five minute from the start of the class, Professor Thompson finally asked the first question, "How to purify the spirit honey in the process of configuring it? I remember I talked about this question last week. Does anyone remember?"

White raised his hand suddenly!

But before Professor Thompson noticed, he quickly put down his hand.

This up and down was really frightening, as if the elevator went out of control and fell straight downstairs.

White wiped his sweats and his mind was finally clear.

Robert said anxiously, "What's the matter, White?"

White looked embarrassed. "Hahaha, how can I know what the Professor said last week? How about you, Robert?"

Robert looked dumb, "If you don't know, how would I know?"

...

At the thirty-sixth minute of class, White pinched Robert's thigh hard.

"Ow~"

Robert jumped up like a grasshopper but quickly covered his mouth.

Luckily, Professor Thompson, who was writing on the blackboard with his back facing them, did not notice him.

Just now, Robert dozed off for the third time.

It was no joke to fall asleep in Professor Thompson's class.

Professor Didi, who taught the history of magic, would just deduct 10 points at most, which was the basic points of a lesson.

But Professor Thompson would keep deducting points even after the students reached negative points!

Robert was sweating profusely and felt his eyes swell again, his eyelids as heavy as iron.

...

At the sixty third minute of class.

Professor Thompson finally talked about the point they previewed last night - how to use magic energy to assist in the preparation of potions.

White was confident in his magic energy.

Professor Thompson poured a "rainbow liquid" mixed with multiple colors into a full 5L beaker, and then pulled out a glass rod filled with mercury in the center.

He was about to call a student for a demonstration when White, whose eyes were swollen like a toad, immediately raised his hand!

"Mhm? White Gawd, you can demonstrate to other students."

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