Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 622 - 575: President Group of Andrey

In a bubble of fantasy, large mushrooms of every hue grew, and within those beautiful mushrooms dwelled figures in black robes and pointed hats... the leader of the Dark Society!!!

A member of a certain literary society began with such an opening line and successfully won the admiration of his peers; his dark tale was also successfully included in "Andrei’s Fairy Tales".

The Andrei Literary Society, today was another peaceful day.

"Roar!!!" A monstrous howl, neither human nor ghostly, emanated from the nearby mushroom house. A creature, half skeleton, half covered in real fungi, tore through the spore wall and burst out from within, roaring and wailing. All the club members who were writing stopped their pens and glanced at him.

Then they continued writing. It wasn’t strange anymore; that was Mr. Mushroom’s breeding farm, and it wouldn’t be surprising what escaped from there.

Quickly, behind that creature, two more individuals covered in black mycelium with pointed mushroom tops ran out. They were shouting as they chased the escaping monster.

"You bastard, don’t even think about running!!! You have to endure the same pain as us!!!"

Mr. Mushroom stood within the mushroom, and through the wall, the luminescent spores scattered by his mycelium colonies could be seen, along with those cold soul flames.

In the end, the poor man was caught by his comrades. He cried out loudly for help, looking around at the other society members.

"Save me! I don’t want to become a mushroom man!"

Indifferent, society was that apathetic.

"Mr. Deduction, which act are you playing this time?"

"I don’t know, I guess it’s playing the captured Blackwood Princess, soon to be turned into a little mushroom person by the terrible Mushroom Queen, so she can become the most bizarre woman in the world."

"Don’t want to become a mushroom person? Haven’t we all been turned before? Making a big fuss over nothing..."

The unimpressed literary society members resumed their writing, looking forward to some interesting developments.

Right at that moment, three people passed through the society’s bubble membrane.

It was the Gentleman, the Reporter, and Mr. Delusion.

They dealt with the enthusiastic greeting of their companions and went straight into the largest mushroom house, the residence of Mr. Dark.

As they suspected, Mr. Dark sat on his bone throne, dazed. His body appeared tall yet ridiculous, draped in bandage stripes, hands touching at the fingertips in front of him. Mr. Dark’s eyes were flame-orange, burning violently in the dark seal.

The three who burst into the room caught the attention of the Fallen Angel who scolded them.

"Upon seeing my presence, why do you not bow?"

Upon hearing this, the three were about to bend their knees when they suddenly straightened up, exchanged glances and bowed to Mr. Dark.

"Oh great Master of Darkness, please forgive your servants’ trepidation, we have found for you a precious... mount."

Mr. Gentleman presented a letter sealed with the emblem of the death bell flower with both hands, and Mr. Dark took it. The void that seeped from his palm directly corroded the envelope, revealing an enchanted, reinforced invitation inside.

"An academic gathering?" Mr. Dark raised an eyebrow, roughly looking over its contents.

"They’ve created a Giant Dragon? The power of dead bones is already... no, the Abyss’s evil is beginning to overflow."

"Master of Darkness, does that Giant Dragon... capture your interest?"

"A crude thing, it does not possess my heart, but for now, it might be worth a look."

Mr. Dark stood up, his right hand making an empty clutch in the air, feeling as if something was missing. He ripped off the curtain hanging to his right, throwing it behind him as a cape. Believing himself to be utterly suave, he bellowed.

"Let’s go!"

Mr. Dark strode forward, the Gentleman and the rest followed closely behind. The three Gentlemen were distracted by the curtain left on the ground, and nobody noticed Mr. Dark’s gaze that hardened for a moment.

"Giant Dragon, ah, the old dean is calling me over; it’s mostly for that, I guess. I really don’t want to go, but who can help owing him a favor. These old folks, each one is more cunning than the last."

...

Magic Research Society.

"Mirror! Mirror! Let me out, my confinement time is up!!!" Mr. Miracle looked at the office desk behind the mirror, which was unoccupied.

"Stop bothering, Miracle, Mirror went to an academic gathering. Your confinement time has been extended."

"Damn it! It’s not the first or second time he’s skipped work! Why is he so eager this time, and why do I have to be locked up for a few more hours!"

"Well, sooner or later you’ll mess up and get locked up again, so just consider it an advance on your punishment! Mirror had to go, carrying an invitation signed by the Headmaster."

"..."

...

Advanced Magic Research Society.

Mr. Gravity, like an old father, watched Nameless bustling about in the laboratory.

"Nameless, how’s your new subject research coming along?"

"Making rapid progress," replied Nameless without looking back.

The mentor, striving to think of a topic to help, wanted to offer some assistance.

"So, what stage have you reached? Research has commonalities; maybe I can provide you with some experience."

Nameless paused, sizing up his teacher with a doubtful gaze.

"I’m currently at the stage of good friends—close friends, busy with building my domain. Teacher, do you have any quick methods to increase a young man’s favorability?"

"???"

Gravity felt he was either getting old or going mad. Or maybe Nameless was. Trusting his instincts, he decided not to continue this topic.

"Actually, President Apocalypse just received an academic gathering invitation from the Headmaster. He’s allowed to bring an apprentice, but he has no one in mind. It’s not because he thinks you are the idlest or that there’s an issue with your thinking. I simply believe the gathering could help your research, so I applied for you."

"Teacher, did you die a lonely death... I don’t think an academic gathering would assist my mystic research, and I want to spend more time on it. By the way, could the host who attracted the attention of both President Apocalypse and the Headmaster be?"

"Mr. Giant Dragon, along with his student, Dr. Epidemic. Dr. Epidemic has hosted the gathering twice in a row, a truly outstanding young man. Maybe you could..."

Nameless grabbed Mr. Gravity’s hands, maintaining respect in his cool gaze.

"I’ll go, Teacher, I appreciate your good intentions. I will cherish this opportunity for sure! Dr. Epidemic is truly virtuous; I will definitely learn from him earnestly."

Mr. Gravity sighed in relief, smiling contentedly.

"President Apocalypse is waiting for you at his Tranquil Base. You can use the portal to quickly return to Andrei."

Facing Nameless’s rapid nodding, Mr. Gravity added a few more words.

"Nameless, I believe in your sensitivity to fate; this ability could help you turn misfortune into fortune to a certain degree. But don’t overly rely on your talent, nor become arrogant because of it. This academic gathering is different. The Headmaster sent out the invitations himself, which means the colleagues present... will include many monsters, ’monsters’ that even fate can’t stop."

Nameless pondered for a moment, nodding cautiously.

"But can such an academic gathering really attract so many monsters? It feels more like... a deterrent. Is there a guest in Andrei?"

Gravity shrugged.

"I’ve never denied that it’s a deterrent."