Monster Hunting High School

"Where is the cat?"

The gentleman did not directly answer the question of the starry sky guest, but tilted his head and asked.

"I'm here, I'm here!"

A familiar voice came from above the auditorium. Zheng Qing suddenly raised his head and looked up. As expected, he saw the figure of the yellow cat. It had gone somewhere, and its hair was tangled and covered with dust.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, it followed the corridor and pillars of the hall, jumped down the stairs, and ran towards the gentleman with its tail hanging down. Wherever it passed, the legends lowered their hands to avoid it.

Zheng Qing noticed that there was a scroll hanging on the back of the yellow cat.

After running to the gentleman, the cat stood up, took the scroll from its back, and handed it to the gentleman.

"Master, this is what you want!"

The yellow cat rarely maintained its dignity - in Zheng Qing's impression, this was the first time - because it was short, so Zheng Qing hurriedly stepped forward, took the scroll, and handed it to the gentleman.

The scroll was a bit heavy.

It felt soft to the touch, not like paper or cloth, but rather a bit like the smoothness of leather. When holding it, Zheng Qing could vaguely feel the capillaries under the leather trembling slightly, but he didn't know if it was an illusion.

The teacher did not take the scroll, but directly instructed the boy:

"Open it."

Zheng Qing followed his orders and slowly opened it. There was no falling ceiling, rising light, or the wailing of the soul or mysterious whispers. It was as if it was just an ordinary scroll that he opened in an ordinary way.

There were no words in the scroll.

There was only a simple drawing of a ruler and a compass.

But the moment he opened it.

On the ceiling of the first hall, the seven big stars on both sides of the purple galaxy suddenly shone brightly.

Almost at the same time, an invisible door flashed above Miss Bubble's head, and the door was dotted with several spheres that bloomed billions of brilliance. Those spheres swayed and seemed to fall in the next second.

The hair on Nayako's head stood up, and a dark color appeared on his head, as if countless souls were entangled and wailing. Looking closely, the color changed into countless images in an instant, from the Egyptian pharaoh to the librarian, and then to the graveyard watchman, and so on. They looked at the scroll with hatred and fear.

And Nicholas, a dark green forest appeared on her head, and the drooping branches were like tentacles, and mucus dripped from them, turning into small figures of different images in the void. Those small figures ran a few steps and turned into wisps of black air, returning to the dark green forest.

A long blood-colored river appeared on the head of the demon ancestor, coming from the void and going into the void, with a gurgling sound;

R'lyeh was a vast ocean, but compared with the other several real visions, his ocean seemed illusory and unstable.

There was still a panda on the panda's head.

There was a book above Abraham's head. Although there was no wind in the hall, the book was flipping non-stop. Countless illusory figures could be seen struggling between the pages.

Compared with the ancients, the performance of the legends was much more unified - they all took a step back, as if they had seen something very terrifying.

In the entire hall, there were only about three and a half people who were not affected by it - Mr., Zheng Qing and Huang Huali. The remaining half was Montria who had lost himself. Even so, his figure shook involuntarily, and a trace of hesitation and struggle appeared on his dull face.

"What is this?"

The young wizard opened his mouth, but he didn't ask in this situation.

But Mr. seemed to hear his voice.

"——This is the rule."

The gentleman's voice was not loud, but it echoed clearly in the ears of every wizard in the auditorium: "The youngest child of truth, the derivative of rules, the annex of order. As long as you are still in this world, you need to abide by the rules... Low-level wizards have no ability to break the rules, so they will naturally go with the flow and follow the rules; high-level wizards have already touched the edge of truth, and may accidentally break the rules and be backlashed by the truth... So low-level wizards are indifferent to rules, but high-level wizards avoid them like snakes and scorpions."

After a brief explanation, the gentleman gestured to Zheng Qing: "——Clip it to the last page of your book."

My book?

The book of law?

Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, followed the order, turned the book of law to the last page, and then put the piece of leather on it. Originally, he thought it was just a simple clip, but when the piece of leather fell on the book of law, the edge immediately turned into a sticky liquid like a melted candle, and slowly seeped into the book of law.

At the same time, the piece of leather was constantly changing, from shape to thickness, and then to texture. It only took a short time for Zheng Qing's book to have a blank appendix page.

There were 'ruler' watermarks on the four corners of the appendix page, and 'compasses' were connected in a line on the edge. They looked like a circle of odd-looking lace, which decorated this appendix page with a completely different style from other pages.

Long and thin red spells crawled into this appendix page from other corners and pages of the book, turning into faint watermarks.

The teacher picked up the pen, pierced his fingertips, and left three lines of bright red small words on the appendix page.

——Scholars who disturb the First University without permission will die.

——Those who trespass into Phuket will be detained.

——Those who injure teachers and students on campus will be punished.

These three sentences seemed to be simply rules set for the riots that occurred in the First University today, but Zheng Qing savored them carefully and always felt that there was a lot of meaning in them.

"——Which controls the operation of this world, conscious or unconscious? This is a magical philosophical problem that has no conclusion yet. Even I don't have a clear answer now."

The teacher's voice rang out in the auditorium again: "But we know that what distinguishes humans from beasts is not nature, but the rules in our hearts. I am willing to believe that humans are inherently good at the beginning; but I also believe that , Nature is similar, habits are far apart. If you don't teach, your nature will change. If you don't stop it, you will easily deviate from the original intention.

There are thousands of lives in the world, and each one is unique. The choices they make are intertwined, forming the chaotic and unpredictable time, space and destiny above us. I know that for many people in this hall, the constraints of time, space and fate seem a bit insignificant. Some people can even manage to neither belong here nor there, and can stay on the edge of concepts, as an uncertain person. existence...so I leave these few rules, hoping to give everyone a little certainty. "

Having said this, he turned his head and glanced at Leviathan, his voice seemed very gentle:

"-Now, write your name on it."

The handsome young man respectfully agreed.

But there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

When I was eating bamboo shoots, I wasn’t thinking about me. How could it be that when it came time to sign something like this, I wanted to be the first one to do it!