Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 1090 - 777 Lanci Dislikes Others Taking His Seat

Huebelle Hyperion had, after a day at the Academy, already completely adjusted to the condition of Purgatory Corridor Academy.

Lanci had once dreamt of staying in Purgatory Corridor Academy for a bit longer.

And now she had truly experienced it.

At this moment, she was sitting in the back row of a classroom as spacious as a theater.

In the dim space, a few archaic oil lamps emitted a faint glow, serving as one of the few sources of light.

The golden light carried the rhythm of life, brightening and dimming, flickering intermittently, the dancing candlelight casting long, twisted shadows of the desks and chairs. These intertwined with the swaying shadows around them, rustling softly in the dark.

"Back to where the dream began..." Huebelle Hyperion thought to herself in the classroom.

The scene in front of her did indeed resemble a classroom—the long tables were neatly arranged, covered in bright red cloths, and a brand new blackboard made of black gold stood tall on the stage in front, while the window frames and carved ornaments also carried the ancient scent of the Demon World.

However, this space of approximately three hundred square meters, which should have given her a sense of openness, felt surprisingly void due to the environment.

The students had varied forms, each more uncanny than the last, all without exception bearing some indescribable trait. Most had horns with a metallic texture sprouting from their heads, and their skins were covered with bizarre patterns of exoskeletons. Two figures resembling invigilators – Demons, were pacing through the aisles of the classroom. Their steps were composed and unhurried, their demeanor graceful and fitting, dressed in classical attire. In this setting, however, their presence seemed extraordinarily sinister and terrifying, like envoys from Hell.

A rich scent of blood that shouldn’t persist in the classroom lingered, and it was unknown how many students had already perished in this examination period.

Even to this day, Huebelle Hyperion still couldn’t comprehend how Lanci managed to blend into the atmosphere of this school in just a second.

Lowering her eyelids, Huebelle Hyperion’s gaze fell on the red cloth in front of her, where a piece of parchment of rough texture and ancient make was laid quietly, beside which were a Magic Ink Bottle and a quill pen.

The surface of the parchment was imprinted with some characters that Tata had taught her.

This was the examination paper she had to work on next, which was also related to the magic of the Demon Race.

[Subject: Demon Magic Text]

"What are you smiling about?"

The low voice of a passing Demon Invigilator startled Huebelle Hyperion.

She hurriedly lifted her head and shook it innocently.

She hadn’t even realized that recalling Lanci while looking at the exam paper had inadvertently let a silly smile creep onto her lips.

"Stop thinking about your boyfriend during the test, concentrate on the questions."

The invigilator advised before walking away, as if he had completely understood her expression.

"..."

She couldn’t argue with the invigilator in the examination room, feeling the words stuck in her throat.

Huebelle Hyperion was certain that this school had truly changed.

So, for the time being, Huebelle Hyperion lowered her head once more, focusing on the items on the table before her.

The sheepskin paper topped with the school’s emblem, inscribed with a ferocious Demon’s skull, had two eyes blazing like flames, as if gazing from another world.

Nestled beside it, a bottle crafted from Demon Crystal, its neck inlaid with Mithril. Inside, it was filled with ink black as night, motionless as though the heavy Magic Power within had solidified.

The feather of the quill was as dark as ink, its sharp tip shining with a cold metallic sheen, and deep red gleams reflected off the pen shaft.

All these comprised a set of archaic tools for creating Magic Scrolls.

The test of Demon Magic Text required the examinees to inscribe their answers, a task akin to creating Magic Scrolls themselves.

Huebelle Hyperion briefly scanned through all the questions.

"How come it’s pretty much the same as it was thirty years ago?"