Monster Hunting High School

Dr. Duzem took a small breath.

Even though he guessed that Professor Monteria's condition was already very bad, actually seeing him was still beyond his imagination. The professor in front of him was exhausted of energy and blood, and his skin and flesh were dried up. He looked like he was about to die, like a skeleton that had just been awakened by necromancy. The broad black robe covered him, empty and almost without anything to rely on.

If it weren't for the rough breathing just now that was still steady and strong, he almost thought the professor was dead.

Just when he was stunned.

Professor Monteria's low laughter reached his ears.

"——Ah, I'm very sorry for asking you to come to my laboratory." He didn't seem to notice the astonishment on the doctor's face, and there was a bit of ridicule in his rough and hoarse voice: "Last time I went to your laboratory , you said I shouldn't bother you during the day; last time I chose to go at night, you said I shouldn't bother you at night... So this time, I won't pick on you when you come to my office, and you can come either day or night. Can."

Duzem was not in the mood to joke at all.

"How could it be so bad!"

He took a step forward, as if he wanted to pinch the great wizard's flesh, but when he stretched out his hand, he suddenly realized that the other person was a genuine great wizard. His raised arm immediately stayed in the air, and he murmured with a somewhat uncontrollable expression: "— -Is there something wrong with the piece of Philosopher's Stone that was refined with blood? Or is there something wrong with the transformation experiment? Why shouldn't this happen?

He couldn't help but feel devastated.

Because according to the original agreement, after Professor Monteria's experiment is successful, he will be given a piece of 'real flesh and blood' that can be used to condense his true body - this is his only hope of breaking through his own shackles and becoming a great wizard.

But the professor's current appearance almost dashed his hopes.

Click.

The black metal box closed lightly.

The owner of the office raised his hand and flicked it, and the box disappeared silently into his sleeve.

"There is nothing wrong with the Philosopher's Stone fragments you refined, and my transformation experiment was also successful."

Perhaps because of the effect of the mist-like silver-gray smoke, Professor Monteria's face actually became a bit plumper, and his voice became less stiff: "The only mistake was that we underestimated the 'Great Wizard' too much." The weight of these words. Only after you truly become a 'great wizard' can you understand the relative meaning of 'big and small'."

As he spoke, he raised his finger and tapped it twice in the void.

Two water drops floated in front of Dr. Duzem.

It seems to be of average size.

But one of them felt like a grain of rice to him, and the other felt like a watermelon.

“…When you try to incorporate the concept of ‘bigness’ into your own ‘existence’, your capacity will immediately transform to an incredible level.”

Professor Monteria squinted his eyes with no focus, as if he had returned to the moment when he advanced. Dr. Duzem held his breath and concentrated. Not every registered wizard has this opportunity. At the same time, he also knew that the situation in front of him was Fan'er's instructions should be the professor's compensation to him to some extent: "——The quality of your original body cannot meet the rapidly expanding 'capacity', and the empty body will continue to swallow up your existence. In order to maintain the existence and growth of the true body, You must constantly conquer and constantly fill the devouring feeling in your body that is like a black hole—unless you are like Fosca, who cannot create but chooses to destroy and reject everything that exists—otherwise, when you are unable to meet the 'big' needs Later, you will be swallowed up by the emptiness day after day, completely lost, and lose the meaning of existence.”

Dr. Duzem took a deep breath and frowned.

"Is this why your blood energy is exhausted?" he asked with some uncertainty.

Professor Monteria shook his head.

"The derivation and corrosion ability of demon flesh and blood is very strong, which is enough to meet the needs of my real body when it explodes." At this point, he suddenly smiled bitterly: "But because it is too strong, this body is now somewhat beyond my control. , like, like..."

He raised his skinny hands in front of him, considered it, thought for a moment, and finally thought of a suitable example.

"...It's like a school hunting competition. Alpha students and Jiuyou students sit together. When the atmosphere is high, everyone leaves the stands, shouts and cheers for their respective hunting teams. Then, the conflict becomes so natural. 's happened.”

Duzem immediately woke up.

Alpha or Jiuyou should refer to the ‘demon flesh and blood’ and ‘Professor Monteria’s original flesh and blood’, so the conflict between them means——

“—Conflict represents chaos, the breakdown of order.”

"Is Whateley so out of control?" He couldn't help asking - during the winter vacation, many details about the school and the three-pronged sword hunting down the dark wizard who suddenly advanced have been circulated in private. According to the wizards who participated in the battle, that As soon as the dark wizard advanced, he reached the level of a top wizard, which was quite terrifying.

Professor Monteria nodded slightly.

"Whateley allowed his own flesh and blood to devour the demon's flesh and blood, thinking that he could reverse everything with his will."

He twitched the corner of his mouth with difficulty and showed a sarcastic smile: "It doesn't know that breaking the balance is never the way to save the collapse. If you want to regain order, the most fundamental way is to make everyone realize the importance of order." Sex, let the concept of 'order' be burned into their minds. During this time, I have tried many methods, but the most effective one... is too little."

His last words were a little vague, and Du Zem couldn't quite understand them.

Just as the doctor was hesitating whether to ask further questions.

Professor Monteria had already changed the subject and mentioned another possibility: "- There is also a simplest and most brutal way, which is to let people who can completely suppress these students come to the stands. For example, professors, deans, or even those people."

He touched his sleeves.

Inside was the black metal box from before.

Du Zem finally understood why Monteria asked him for this thing.

Perhaps because he talked too much and consumed a little more energy, in just a few minutes, Professor Monteria's cheeks shrank visibly again - Du Zem realized that this was probably what He had said before, in order to maintain his true body and constantly fill the black hole in his body.

Click.

The black metal box appeared again.

Professor Monteria opened the lid of the box, and with a slight hook of his little finger, another wisp of silver-gray smoke rose from the thing that looked like a dead branch, covering His face.

Dr. Duzem carefully observed this rare "digestion" process.

Until the smoke dissipated.

He glanced at the dead wood in the box and shook his head: "- Too fast. If it is consumed at this rate, this piece of "Original" flesh and blood will not last long."

Professor Monteria laughed softly: "It doesn't matter, it will be enough to last for a few days."