The Poet of Great Love Is Delighted Again

At that moment, the clock in the classroom seemed to suddenly cease its ticking. All sound vanished, leaving only low growls echoing in the air. The suffocating stillness left the demon examinees, trembling as they clutched their pens, scarcely able to breathe. And Lanqi lightly flicked out the final magic card in his hand, which glowed with an orange radiance. Instantly, a gentle, alluring voice resonated throughout the room: "At this moment, Great Love shall descend!" The gray-haired demon who appeared beside Lanqi held her left hand over her chest while raising her right hand high with the palm upturned, speaking with a smile. Clad in a crimson evening gown, her posture was like someone dancing with elegance. Diagonally ahead, not far away. "Aaaagh!" The fire burning in the owl demon's chest flared higher, as if doused with a whole barrel of oil. His mind went utterly blank, leaving him with no room to even wonder where that crisp, feminine demon voice had come from. The explosive fury igniting inside him erupted violently like a volcano in his chest. In the face of this unstoppable force, the shackles of reason proved utterly trivial, snapping completely in an instant. The owl demon's entire body tensed like a drawn bowstring. Channeling all his strength and rage, his talons viciously plunged toward the dragon demon's eyes! With a splatter of gore, the dragon demon—ambushed out of nowhere and his face mangled into a bloody mess—let out a bloodcurdling scream. His hands trembled as if striving to cling to the last shred of his sanity, but under the shroud of that demonic voice, his efforts were pitifully futile. Swept along by the torrential flood of fury, he clawed forward uncontrollably, consumed solely by the desire to slaughter this owl demon who had indiscriminately aimed to kill him! And so, the two proctors tore into each other! Reason had abandoned them entirely; their only objective was to rip each other apart and kill. Once violence begins, all chance of explanation is lost. Chaos engulfed the classroom. The clash between the dragon demon and owl demon was savage and disorderly, as though unleashing the most primal bloodlust. It was not merely a physical collision but a visceral battle of wills to utterly crush and obliterate the other. They even tore at each other with their teeth, fangs sinking deep into flesh, bloody scraps spilling from their mouths like wild beasts tearing apart prey. The violent shockwaves instantly reduced carved desks and chairs to splinters. Blood and ink blended across the floor. The dim walls were now splattered crimson with drenched blood, resembling a horrifying mural depicting shadows of unspeakable cruelty. Students who failed to dodge in time immediately fell victim to the brawl. Shrieks echoed in the air like the wails of specters, piercing the hearts of the other students. The shared terror was magnified exponentially; for a time, most lost even the will to flee, merely clutching their heads where they stood while screaming and howling in despair. Within a matter of seconds, all the demons in the examination hall went mad, turning the scene into an infernal pandemonium. Only a handful of students with formidable willpower managed to keep their wits about them and chose to bolt for the exit immediately! As for the two proctors, neither had any mind left to care whether candidates were fleeing the exam hall. The first to make a run for it was, naturally, the instigator Lanqi. Scooping the engraving pen and ink bottle off the desk into his pocket, he dashed away. Even before hearing the familiar voice of Poet of Great Love, Hyperion had anticipated that Lanqi was about to strike, despite not seeing the exact procedure. Fortunately, she had mentally prepared herself. Though the negative emotions within her heart had also been magnified by Poet of Great Love, she soon heard Lanqi's calm, gentle voice: "Run." Hyperion steadied her mind in an instant. With determined eyes, she sprinted alongside Lanqi down the leftmost aisle toward the doors. Yet she realized this guy Lanqi hadn't forgotten to take advantage of the chaos—he was casually looting the bodies of the demon students he had previously delivered through his Grand Reporting Technique! This was being broadcast live! As a duke's daughter who had received etiquette lessons from childhood, Hyperion found it difficult to comment on Lanqi's conduct, but she sensed that Lanqi, who was thoroughly enjoying himself, seemed eager for her to join in as well. So, gritting her teeth, she used an invisibility spell to conceal her figure, her footsteps like the wind as she swiftly and nimbly helped Lanqi loot even more corpses. ... At Jera Memorial Square in Ikerite Academy. The sky was gradually shifting from sunset orange to the deep blue of night, and the clock leisurely marched toward six o'clock. The outlines of the buildings grew indistinct in the gathering dark, while the open-air giant screen at the center of the square stood out all the more brightly in the twilight. The number of students in the square had noticeably grown, converging from all directions, and many were already seated along the steps. "What just happened?" Just moments ago, most students had only seen Lanqi use several magic cards in rapid succession, and in the blink of an eye, the two demon proctors in the exam hall had irrationally gone mad. Everything happened so fast and was so bizarre that most of the students watching the giant outdoor screen began turning to one another to ask if they had missed anything. "If I'm not mistaken... is he just having fun in this Tier 4 Shadow World?" For a moment, they didn't even have time to be astonished that Lanqi possessed an Orange Epic card. Though they didn't recognize any of the magic cards Lanqi had used just now, and the School of Magic Engineering hadn't displayed appraisal results on the screen, the rough effects of the cards—aside from the epic card—weren't hard to guess: nothing more than mental interference, silence, and so on. Gradually, the crowd before the magic screen finally grasped Lanqi's speedrun strategy—take out the proctors directly. "Why do I feel like even Hyperion is being corrupted by him... isn't she supposed to be the demon here...?" ... At the edge of the square. Far from the steps and the giant outdoor screen that was gradually filling with crowds, a figure with gray hair and golden eyes happened to stroll past at a leisurely pace. In her hand was a cheesecake with a small bite missing, and she was chewing on something. She cast a casual glance toward the bustling noise, then furrowed her brows and stopped in her tracks. "Ancient Demon Realm..." Talia murmured as she looked at the Shadow World. Watching the rotating live broadcasts of real Shadow Worlds held some small value for her. So on the rare occasion she passed through Ikerite Academy, she would pay a little attention to the magic screens. Today, however, she had merely come to Ikerite Academy to buy an after-dinner dessert from a pastry shop she had tasted before—one worthy of a "95 out of 100." It was all Lanqi's fault for giving her so much money, and for always picking exceedingly delicious restaurants whenever he ate with her. As a result, she now lived a life of collecting money and waiting on debts every day, forced to relax in spite of herself. Or rather, aside from enjoying life in Ikerite, there was nothing else for her to do. She hadn't expected to see a demon-themed Shadow World on this giant screen today. Normally, relying purely on human matchmaking, it was very difficult to enter a Shadow World rooted in the history of the demon race. And as for the demon Shadow World before her, even Talia could not tell how far back in the demon race's history it went!