Lyle, having acquired the Immersive Stone, immediately found Mr. Scholar. After strict magic power testing and personal experience by the scholar,

"You’ve succeeded, Lyle. These emotions can indeed be effective against Liches."

Mr. Scholar put on the Magic Chains and walked out the door.

"Come, my student, we have a grand ceremony to unfold."

After nearly a week of close collaboration with top experts in various fields, while Lyle was shaping the illusion of hunger, his magic level was also deepening.

The seals that Mr. Raymond had set for himself were gradually being unlocked.

Ten days later.

Invitations with the aura of the Lich Crown appeared in the hands of every club president at Andrei Academy.

"The Hunger Flesh Disguise Experiment Presentation Conference."

As a large-scale project approved by the headmaster of Andrei Academy, when announcing the results of such an experiment, every club is invited, and each club sends at least one member to observe.

Magic Research Society.

Mr. Jing looked at the invitation in his hand.

"This is probably the experiment Junior Brother Plague Doctor has been busy with recently. Who wants to show support by attending?"

"I’ll go!" Mr. Miracle immediately raised his hand; the legal constraints on his body had only recently been lifted, and he now wanted to relax in a different environment.

Jing turned his head to the other side.

"Legal, do you have plans that day?"

"I will be present as an enforcer to maintain order at the venue, so don’t count me in for that spot, I’ll be there anyway."

"I see, it seems I must go in person."

Mr. Miracle directly threw a piece of Sea Monster Minced Meat at his club president, though it ended up in a mirror image.

"That’s too much, Boss! I’ve already made a strong request."

"I’ve never seen a requester who throws trash when they’re upset before. Aren’t you getting a bit too self-righteous, Mr. Miracle who’s just escaped punishment?"

Mr. Jing tried hard to dissuade Miracle, God knows what trouble he could cause when the time comes.

"You know, Miracle, this is Junior Brother Plague Doctor’s first major project, and we must not cause any trouble. As for you, please, you’re walking misfortune."

"Moreover, did you see?" Mr. Jing pointed to the contents of the invitation, "Mr. Scholar is one of the experiment’s collaborators, and you know what the teacher looks like when he’s angry."

Mr. Miracle shrank a little, and his enthusiasm faded by half. He picked up the lengthy list of collaborators and was astonished.

"Wow, did Junior Brother Plague Doctor mobilize the Andrei professor group? They’re all advanced professors. Oh, there’s one that isn’t, but that one’s even more outrageous."

"A student who caught the eye of the Scholar Mentor, how could he not achieve something great."

"Boss, I’m also the teacher’s student."

"...If it weren’t for Andrei, you might indeed have turned heaven and earth upside down. I still remember the Rampaging Terror Demon you summoned five years ago. If it hadn’t been for Scholar Mentor’s help, Andrei might have been missing a floor by now. The hellish exile imposed by twenty-some clubs, although those Liches eventually returned from hell with smirks on their faces."

"And they were chummy with the Demon Race."

Mr. Miracle helplessly spread his hands, "I couldn’t help it; at that time, my skills were not refined, the fake soul coins I gave the Lord of Hell were discovered, and that bastard still remembers me."

"So it’s better I go, don’t cause any trouble for me."

Advanced Magic Research Society.

Mr. Gravity received the invitation from President Tianqi.

The Advanced Magic Research Society usually wasn’t interested in academic gatherings because they had their own tasks to keep them busy.

So Tianqi was quite happy to let Mr. Gravity take the invitation, finally giving a face to Mr. President of the Academy.

Mr. Gravity floated in the air, moving from the center of the Advanced Magic Research Society’s basin to the Gravitational Field of the Tornado Hole he was in charge of.

The tornadoes they created were meant to balance the gravity at the center of the Earth, at least they used to be.

Now, the tornadoes were like action figures damaged by unruly children, with completely chaotic airflow creating a vacuum at the very center.

Even with a new research topic, Mr. Gravity still felt it was just luck on the part of his problematic student, who had likely meant to cause trouble initially.

Mr. Gravity’s goal was simple, to give his student something to do.

"My student, the society has decided to have you attend this academic gathering. Make sure to perform well."

A figure emerged from the vacuum zone, the chaotic airflow always seemed to fall still around him, as if he found the hidden order within the chaos and deftly avoided it at just the right times.

"Teacher, are you sure you don’t just think I’m too idle and are looking to give me some trouble?"

"How could that be? You are the newcomer of our Advanced Magic Research and, though you were with the Destiny Research Society before, haven’t you mastered my knowledge well over this time? This arduous task is yours and no one else’s!"

The figure raised both hands, palms up, and tilted his head at a forty-five-degree angle to the sky.

"Everything is vanity, teacher. We are but grains of sand in the universe. Striving for anything is meaningless. We are too insignificant."

Mr. Gravity said with irritation, "There you go again, using the Destiny Study Society’s Astrology and talking about all those nihilistic things, meaningless."

"The truth of the universe is that it’s meaningless—dark and void."

"I can’t be bothered to discuss this with you. Just go to the gathering this time."

"As you wish, but let me state upfront, you forced me into accepting this task. I myself don’t recognize that I have the qualifications to complete it."

"I acknowledge no responsibility."

"Yes, yes, you take no responsibility," Mr. Gravity said as he tossed the invitation into the student’s hands, "but you should come up with your own pseudonym. It will be troublesome to interact with other members of Andrey without a name."

"Names, such things are just designations, meaningless. I am Nameless because I am but a speck of dust in the limitless universe."

Mr. Gravity felt if he were alive, he surely would have been angered to death.

"You must come up with a name for me, or I will turn you into my dust!"

"See, teacher, you’re forcing me again. Whatever name I come up with now is under external pressure, so if you find it unsuitable later on, you can’t blame me. Because I..."

"Take no responsibility! I know, you damn nuisance, just think of a pseudonym and get lost!"

"How about Nameless? An irresponsible choice."

"...I’m at a loss for words, it actually suits you. So, you are Nameless of the Advanced Magic Research Society. Introduce yourself as such at the gathering."

"When the time comes, well, you know, I’m not good at socializing, so I might act out of turn and offend someone. But then again, teacher, you assigned this task to me, and I shall not defy it."

"So, I bear no responsibility."

Mr. Gravity was tired, covering his mask with a hand and wearily waving the other.

"Go on, Nameless."