Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 61 - 52 Lanci: Hello_1

The lights along the streets surrounding Jera Square started to glow one at a time, forming a river of light. In the distance, you could see the iconic skyline of Ichrite; its tall buildings appeared even more spectacular against the night sky.

However, standing on this road.

"Damn it, why it has to be triggered by a human,"

Talia clenched her fists, cursing inwardly.

The Demon Shadow World of this unknown history must contain a great deal of valuable knowledge for her.

However, this shadow world only plays fragments, and you cannot watch the whole thing on the campus public Magic Fluorescent Screen.

More comprehensive specific information is only preserved in the challenger’s [Shadow World Recording Program].

It looks like I can only observe more here today.

Just as Talia was thinking this, her brows furrowed.

For she found that the challenger in this shadow realm was her Netherworld Student!

"This guy..."

Although Talia couldn’t understand why the underworld creature, after turning into demon form, was a Radiant Demon rather than an Abyss Demon.

But now she felt nothing but joy.

Lanci was like a mysterious store ready to restock for her again.

Anything in Lanci’s possession, she might be able to trade for!

Like all the information in Lanci’s [Shadow Realm Recording Program].

Talia really felt, every time, Lanci would bring what she wanted, like a lucky star.

If she weren’t always suspecting that this lad likes to think about damn things, she might be nicer to Lanci during normal times.

But the next moment.

Seeing the Great Love Poet in the Fluorescent Screen who looked just like her, Talia’s eyelids drooped, displaying a look that she wanted to kill Lanci.

She immediately turned and left, biting a small piece of cheesecake angrily, afraid that the Ichrite Academy students here would notice her similarity with this underworld summon.

This guy is indeed more annoying.

...

The hallways of the Demon Academy also looked classic and gorgeous, dimly lit, filled with the fragrance of old wood, as if it held magical power from deep within time. The end of the distant road seemed to be forever engulfed by darkness, accompanied by unfathomable mysteries.

The dark marble floor was decorated with golden patterns, carpeted in the middle with demon flower patterns, and on the wall, every few steps, there were strange portraits and mirrors, as if watching the students on the road.

Along this corridor, several Demon Students with looks of terror and grim faces rushed past, their footsteps echo in the empty corridor, breaking the original quiet, like a prelude to a chase and escape.

The students fleeing rapidly looked even more frightened under the dim light, as if they had just escaped from an unspeakable nightmare.

Although it’s unclear where they’re heading to for the moment, their panicked demeanor suggested they wanted nothing but to get as far away from the crazy examination field as possible!

However, there were also two demons with less panic in their expressions that joined the retreat, unnoticed by the Demon Students in front.

As Lanci and Hyperion were not yet certain of the rules in the Demon Academy, neither dare to attack other Demon Students recklessly. They both felt there were risks in forcefully interrogating students with violence.

She had never imagined that one day someone would tell her, "do not discriminate against the Demon Race".

Although Lanci seemed to possess a sort of saintliness with his words.

Hyperion firmly believed that Lanci wasn’t a hypocritical saint.

He was a real saint.

Because he was indeed fair to all—not only to demons. When it came to tormenting humans, he didn’t relent either.

...

After several seconds, some demon students were still fleeing along the corridor in search of something, while others dared to take the risk and ran back into the classrooms.

It seemed that the corridor was a thriller place just as dangerous as the classrooms. Otherwise, these students wouldn’t be so eager to get back into class.

"We should start making our move soon."

If possible, Lanci didn’t want to waste any more time venturing into any other classrooms. His immediate priority was to gather more information about the Demon Academy.

He could only act confidently after understanding the rules and even find a way to quickly complete his goal of learning the ancient Demon Clan magic of "changing hairstyles".

Hyperion naturally understood Lanci’s intention.

There was only one student in front of them right now, and it seemed they could have a meaningful conversation with him.

She quickened her pace and soundlessly rushed forward to grab the lucky student.

"You...!"

After being caught by Hyperion, the green-scaled demon angrily turned and tried to push her away.

But then...

As soon as he focused his eyes and saw the exam supervisor Lanci standing behind Hyperion, a fear like a tidal wave swept over the green-scaled demon’s heart. His hand hung in the air motionlessly as if not knowing where to put it.

"Ah..."

Seeing the look on the green-scaled demon’s face, Lanci was slightly surprised and his lips parted slightly.

It turned out that they had run into the very demon student who had been terrified by the Dragon Demon and the Owl for several tens of seconds under Lanci’s [Basic Etiquette] before making a miraculous escape right under their noses!

What a coincidence! Lanci couldn’t help but show a faint smile looking at him.

Even though Lanci hadn’t said anything yet...

The green-scaled demon student was already shaking all over with fear.

Lanci: "Hello."

Just a simple greeting.

But it sounded like a call from hell to the demon, making him feel as if his ancestors were calling him to join them.

"Student, what’s your name?"

Lanci put his hands behind his back, still maintaining the demeanor of an invigilator, walked over to the green-scaled demon student, and asked with a smile.

"B...Bachel..."

The green-scaled demon student with snake-like pupils stammered in compliance with his survival instinct. His skin turned pale due to fear, his legs felt weak, and he seemed to be ready to kneel down at any moment.