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Now she really experienced it.
At this moment, she was sitting in the back row of a classroom that was as spacious as a theater.
In the dim space, a few quaint oil lamps emitted faint light, becoming the few sources of light.
The golden light carried the rhythm of life, sometimes bright, sometimes dim, flickering. In the flickering candlelight, the tables and chairs cast twisted and long shadows, which were intertwined with the swaying black shadows around them, rustling in the darkness.
"I'm back to where the dream began..."
Hyperion sat in the classroom and thought.
The scene before him really resembled a classroom—the neatly arranged long tables were covered with bright red tablecloths, a brand new black and gold blackboard stood high on the podium in front, and the window frames and carvings also exuded an antique atmosphere of the demonic world.
However, this space of approximately 300 square meters should have given her a sufficient sense of spaciousness, but surprisingly, this feeling disappeared completely due to the environment.
The students' appearances varied, each one more bizarre than the other, and without exception they all had some indescribable features. Most of them had metallic horns on their heads, and their skin was covered with strange exoskeletons. Two demons who looked like invigilators were patrolling back and forth in the aisle of the classroom, with a leisurely pace, elegant manners, and dressed in classical costumes. In this environment, their presence seemed particularly eerie and terrifying, like messengers from hell.
The strong smell of blood that shouldn't exist in the classroom lingers, and no one knows how many students have died during this exam week.
To this day, Hyperion still doesn't understand how Lanci managed to fit into the atmosphere of this school in a second.
Hyperion lowered her eyes and her gaze fell on the red tablecloth in front of her, where a rough and ancient parchment was quietly placed, next to which was a magic ink bottle and a feather pen.
The surface of the parchment was branded with some of the words that Tata had taught her.
This was the test she was going to take next, and it was related to the magic of the demons.
【Subject: Demonic Magic】
[If any cheating in the exam is discovered by the invigilator, the invigilator will have the right to eliminate the candidate]
[If the score is judged to be less than 50 at the end of the exam, it will be considered as a failure and the invigilator will immediately execute the elimination]
[You can hand in your paper in advance. If you have any needs, you can raise your hand to ask the examiner for help]
【Exam remaining time: 1 hour and 59 minutes】
The red tablecloth on the table is particularly eye-catching under the dim light as a reminder of the exam. It is a deep and rich red, which is both absurd and full of artistic sense.
Hyperion's amber eyes scanned the environment in the classroom keenly, and the faint firelight flickered in her pupils.
Now no student intends to cheat.
This school spirit is what Lanqi wanted.
When he and Lanqi were suddenly brought into this shadow world, they both turned from humans into demons.
From her perspective, Lanqi's appearance did not change much, he just became a glowing demon, and she seemed to have been stripped of the human disguise she used in the real world, and suddenly turned back into her true half-demon appearance.
She almost wanted to die at that time.
She was extremely afraid that after Lanqi saw her hidden half-demon characteristics, he would start to hate her.
Fortunately, all other challengers in this shadow world were disguised as demons in order to cater to the premise and background of the shadow world, and only she was removed from the disguise. So in Lanqi's eyes, she was also given a fake like everyone else, and he didn't realize that she was half-demon at that time.
At the end of the shadow world of Purgatory Corridor Academy, Lanqi was suddenly told her secret by the cultist before he died, and she felt devastated.
Unexpectedly, Lanqi thought she was cool.
Perhaps it was from that time that she began to feel a little bit of excitement.
It's just that she hasn't noticed it yet...
"why are you laughing?"
The deep voice of the demon examiner passing by startled Hyperion.
She quickly raised her head and shook her head innocently.
She didn't even realize that when she was looking at the test paper and thinking of Lanqi, a silly smile unconsciously appeared on the corner of her mouth.
"Don't think about your boyfriend when you're taking the exam. Just focus on the questions."
The examiner gave her instructions, as if he understood her expression completely, and continued walking away.
"..."
In the examination room, she couldn't refute the examiner and felt her words stuck in her throat.
Hyperion was convinced that the school had really changed.
So Hyperion lowered her head for the moment and looked at the things on the table in front of her.
On the top of the parchment test paper with the school emblem was a ferocious demon head engraved with two eyes as hot as flames, like a gaze from another world.
Next to it was an ink bottle made of magic crystal, with the mouth of the bottle inlaid with mithril. The interior was filled with ink as black as night, and it was motionless, as if it contained a heavy magic power that was solidified.
The feather part of the quill pen is as black as ink, the sharp tip of the pen has a cold metallic luster, and the pen body reflects a deep red glow.
All this is a retro magic scroll making kit.
In the exam on demonic magic, candidates' answers are both written and engraved like making a magic scroll.
Hyperion glanced through all the questions.
"How come the results are almost the same as they were thirty years ago?"
She thought to herself.
She was at a loss for what to do with the test paper and had to rely on Lanqi to save her.
But now she really can.
Until she saw the last question.
[Question 15 ( points): Please write down the magic formula that can be used when processing rare materials, which can achieve the following effects:]
[1. Harden or soften the monster's hair slightly]
[2. Make the monsters lose their sharp hair quickly]
[3. Change the color of Warcraft's fur]
She can even answer the final question, which the test setter doesn't expect the students to answer.
After all, she has a magic card.
【Elegant shape】
[Category: Spell Card]
[Grade: Pink Holy]
[Attribute: Alchemy/Poison]
[Level: 4]
[Effect: Only used on the target touched, modify their hairstyle, remove their hair, change their color, harden or soften them slightly.]
[Note: This hairstyle doesn't suit you. I'll help you change it.]
Just copy the principles of the magic formula on the magic card.
Although she had never used this card and didn't want to use it, it was given to her by Lanqi, so she always carried it with her.
Moreover, it was a neat format compiled by the great demon Talia. Hyperion felt that the standard answer to this question might not be as good as the one she wrote herself.
I never thought that one day it would really come in handy.
Hyperion began to write.
Lanqi was not by her side, but he always seemed to be by her side protecting her.
Reliving her student days in the Purgatory Corridor, Hyperion once again had a new experience.
There were a few questions that she already knew, and some were knowledge that her two mothers, Talia and the Ice Witch, had taught her. She felt that they were particularly easy to answer, and even wanted to add a sentence after the answer, about whether the question was good and how to ask it.
It seems that I haven't grown at all after riding the baby bus for more than a year.
In this school, you can live a very comfortable life with enough credits, and you can even go to the Devil's Royal Restaurant in the rest area to enjoy for a while.
Finished the test paper in advance.
Hyperion lay there taking a nap.
These days, it's rare to be able to completely relax.
As long as you complete the test paper and make sure you can pass the exam, this is the safest place and you just have to wait for the exam to be over.
The little gray cat that Tamisa turned into also hid in her clothes and did not move. Even if Tamisa still did not get close to her, she knew when to be obedient. After all, the two of them had been depending on each other for several days.
"Lanqi...I miss you so much..."
Hyperion murmured silently, speaking out her true feelings.
Only now did she realize that school life without Lanqi was so boring.
I do not know how long it has been.
Sudden.
A shrill alarm broke the solemn silence in the examination room.
Accompanied by the sounds coming from the corridor, it enveloped every corner.
[Emergency Notice: Attention everyone at Purgatory Corridor Academy. Due to special reasons, all ongoing teaching content is terminated immediately. All teachers and students are not allowed to leave the classroom and are subject to inspection by the Demon King's special forces. If anyone moves without permission, all teachers are requested to report immediately and assist in the arrest. ]
The voice in the corridor was cold and unquestionable, an order from the depths of hell.
There was an instant commotion in the examination room.
Discussions arose one after another.
But he was soon frightened and stopped by the examiner's sharp look.
"Quiet! All candidates stay where you are and don't move!"
The examiner's voice was like a whip lashing at the nerves of every demon magic examinee.
Hyperion noticed the sudden change in the atmosphere.
She calmly glanced at the devil candidates around her. There was fear and anxiety in their eyes, cold sweat oozed from their foreheads, and their hands and feet were shaking unconsciously.
She also performed a subtle expression of doubt, perfectly blending in with the state of this group of candidates.
Not sure how long I can hide.
If the situation gets bad later, she can just run away again. The two fifth-level examiners will not be able to notice her disappearance at all.