“Hmph, you’re all mesmerized by my charm, right?”
Under the spotlight at the dormitory, on the lifeless large body of the monster, Mu’en maintained that handsome pose, reminiscent of a thinker.
Feeling the gazes around him filled with shock, admiration, and a hint of confusion over its meaning, Mu’en felt an incomparable thrill in his heart.
Due to the original owner’s misdeeds and the rumors from the news agency, he had been deeply affected by prejudice during this time.
And now, he finally had the chance to play it cool. Even if he couldn’t completely wipe away their biases in an instant, at least he could improve his image in the eyes of others.
At the very least, they could know.
I.
Mu’en Campbell.
Not a scumbag who plays with multiple hearts.
Nor a pervert who only thinks about flirting with girls.
But a strong man who dares to stand up in times of crisis!
Ryan, did you see it?
Now those lovely junior girls must be looking at me with admiration.
Wow, the good days have finally come for Mu’en Campbell to be popular with girls…
“But—
Why isn’t he wearing clothes?”
At that moment, a voice like that of a naive child rang out.
Like the brave little girl in some fairy tale who speaks the truth.
Eh?
Mu’en was taken aback.
What do you mean not wearing clothes?
Who isn’t wearing clothes?
The chill of early autumn, combined with the little girl’s innocent words, made Mu’en instinctively lower his head and then—
He unexpectedly saw a certain part of himself that, if exposed, would get him arrested for some form of indecency or exposure.
“No way…”
Mu’en’s once-upturned mouth suddenly stiffened.
Memories raced back in his mind, rewinding to the moment he took off his clothes and drank the magic potion given by the senior.
And then, like a tape recorder, the experiences replayed little by little.
From just now until now.
During this time, he spent half the time looking for something to wear.
But was he wearing clothes?
…No.
He forgot.
He completely forgot because of the fierce battle with Ryan.
—That he wasn’t wearing clothes at all.
“Ahhh— Ryan, you bastard, you’ve doomed me!”
Letting me forget such an important thing is one thing, but why didn’t you remind me at that time!
You just let me jump down like this, completely naked?
And right in front of hundreds of people?
Oh my God, just kill me!
Crack—
Just as Mu’en was overwhelmed by shame and anger, he heard such a sound.
Based on the original owner’s memories, he recalled.
This is the sound produced by a special magic called “Recording Magic” when used.
Due to the empire’s enforced decree, the commonly used Recording Magic must emit a click sound upon use.
So, in this silent night.
Click.
Click.
Click.
The sounds of clicking rang out.
“You all… stop taking pictures! It will negatively impact Mu’en!”
As the secretary of the student council, Wei Er naturally could not allow such illegal activities. Her face flushed as she tried to stop everyone, while magic surged in her hand, producing a rapid sequence of clicks.
“…”
Numb.
Mu’en’s eyes lost their focus, like a dead fish.
Oh God, hurry up and find someone to strangle me.
I can’t go on like this; even if I’m a strong man, I will cry…
“Wuwuwu…”
That’s right, I can also cry like this.
Hmm?
No, that’s not right.
It seems I’m not the one crying.
But clearly, I’m the one being publicly executed, yet others are the ones crying?
Mu’en instinctively turned toward the sound of crying and then found that the sound did not come from the surrounding students but from the holy scripture he had pierced through?
What the hell? A broken book can cry too?
“This is—”
Wei Er suddenly felt a terrifying chill rise from her feet.
Her flushed face turned pale, and the ominous feeling that hadn’t dissipated with the holy scripture hit her heart like a hammer.
Without any hesitation—
“Mu’en Campbell, run!”
“Eh?”
Mu’en was momentarily stunned before quickly regaining his senses, and without caring about his current naked embarrassment, he promptly began to flee.
After all, he was already fully exposed; why bother with that?
Life is the priority!
“Wuwuwuwu…”
Just as Mu’en turned, the crying from the holy scripture grew increasingly mournful, as if an ominous wind was constantly blowing, sending chills down his spine.
Gurgle gurgle…
Mu’en felt the dead flesh beneath his feet begin to wriggle again.
Like ants smelling honey, they crazily swarmed toward the already damaged holy scripture.
The weeping from the scripture temporarily stopped, and the sound of devouring flesh came forth.
“Could it be…”
Looking at the horrifying scene before her, Wei Er’s mind suddenly cleared like never before.
She realized where the previous discrepancies she sensed had come from.
The monster appearing… was too straightforward.
Using beautiful hostages to attract hatred, being besieged, succumbing to corruption, transforming into this monster, and then being attacked again.
Everything was so smooth and logical.
But the only development that diverged from what they initially required was Mu’en Campbell’s appearance, which was far from their goal.
It seemed that the evil cultists’ true objective wasn’t Mu’en Campbell at all.
But instead… to be besieged.
To be attacked by countless magic spells.
And so gaining… a large amount of magic power!
And now, it had succeeded.
As a large amount of magically infused flesh was devoured by the scripture, the heavy scripture began to float, its pages slowly turning, like a wide-open door.
Then, from those profoundly dark pages, came footsteps that seemed to linger in the air.
Something… was about to emerge!
“Stop daydreaming, quickly attack with magic, hurry!”
Wei Er urgently ordered the dazed crowd. Even if the flesh was unafraid of magical attacks, the scripture itself definitely wasn’t.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t have dodged just now!
They had to destroy it before whatever was inside came out!
Thus, hundreds of colorful spells were unleashed at the same time; even Wei Er began to chant her strongest magic, launching an attack on the scripture like crazy.
But it was already too late.
Perhaps, when the magic energy contained in the flesh reached a certain threshold, it was already too late.
A hand emerged early from the scripture.
A long, fair hand.
That hand opened its five fingers, pointing at the oncoming torrents of magic.
It squeezed gently.
With a sound as sharp as fabric being torn, the howling cold wind in this world suddenly stopped.
It was as if space itself froze before that seemingly weak hand.
The brilliant torrents of magic were compressed together by an invisible force, shrinking, shrinking, and shrinking further.
In the end, like candy beloved by children, they were thrown into the darkness of the scripture’s pages.
Gulump.
A swallowing sound echoed.
So satisfying.
