Academic gathering with a lich-Chapter 757 - 699 Students’ Mischief
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"Do they just watch as the students’ works continuously deal damage to their own academy?!" Law’s Natural Gift fully unleashed, he danced in the land of destruction wrought by light and fire, brilliance and manipulation held firmly in his grasp, versatility hooked around his neck, floating through the air like a large scarf.
Andrey’s courtyard had transformed, densely packed with craters filled with the remnants of foot-prodded bone shards. When the blast waves swept through, the intermingled Lich debris tossed about like stir-fried vegetables, sprinkling down white flurries. The few fortunate Liches that survived ran into the castle’s interiors, whereas those struggling in the crisscrossed craters could be counted on one hand.
The talent of Law shone brilliantly in this bombed area, where the attacks of that undead creation lacked the concept of "certainty to hit." While safe from harm himself, the charred stench permeating the air managed to reignite the irritation within Law’s heart once more.
The enforcer, sensing the irritation, chose the toady scraping for talents on his own skin as a target for his complaints, faulting the lack of action from Andrey’s Spirit Summoning Professor Group.
"Our Spirit Summoning Fraction’s traditional spirit, ’building the Ladder to Heaven with decayed skeletons, shriveled flesh, and exhausted souls,’ every professor willingly becomes the stepping stone for apprentices’ ascension. Do you think they would harm the creations of the Superb Nova Plague Doctor, the star of Spirit Summoning Studies?"
Spirit Summoning Studies at Andrey’s, the most fundamental subject for Liches’ existence, is the most ancient mystical branch at Lich Academy.
The souls that rose from the unwilling dead were initially all cast into this field, consumed by an unquenchable confusion and resentment.
Spirit Summoning Studies swiftly advanced, with the establishment of the three major factions: White Bone, Flesh, and Soul.
Senior professors began to emerge, and each faction’s leading professors distinguished themselves upon the remains of forbidden creations. Unbound by the numerous constraints of life, there was only one criterion for assessing the leading professor: absolute power. Thus, a group of the most talented Liches spent countless years in such an environment of academic study, competing against one another.
They are arrogant, wise, and indifferent monsters, standing at the pinnacle of death and knowledge.
Then, they realized they had miscalculated. The Spirit Summoning Professor Group is the most stable collective, with very few, incredibly rare, changes in personnel. The characteristic immortality of Liches expressed a terrifying fact to these lofty beings.
If one’s student possessed talents equal to one’s own, then similarly endowed with infinite time, the students would never catch up to the professor’s pace. One is always the solitary trailblazer on the path of Spirit Summoning Studies, with no one to accompany oneself, much less to follow in someone else’s footsteps. There would never be new thoughts to refresh one’s mind, for all apprentices are submerged in one’s shadow.
The absence of an end did not bring the professors peace, nor did novelty soothe the numbness clawing its way up. The Spirit Summoning Professor Group unanimously shifted their educational policy, focusing more on nurturing apprentices, letting the apprentices surpass them, no, reaching their own level would suffice.
However, these individuals who had outshone their peers underestimated the pressure their own excellence placed on their apprentices. Their talent was like a towering mountain looming ahead of every Spirit Summoning Apprentice. Those without the gift could not surmount it, and even those with some talents were already daunted by the sight of the gap between them.
With exceptional pioneers already on this path, why should I exert the effort to be a lesser version of him. Andrey’s disciplines are manifold, and Spirit Summoning Studies is not the only one. The enrollment for the Spirit Summoning Fraction began to decrease year by year, with more emerging subjects attracting the attention of new Liches, while Spirit Summoning Studies...sorry, the towering figures of those professors already extinguished what little passion there was.
The professors were in despair, they began to devote even more effort to training apprentices.
But... these newcomers were really so trashy, each generation worse than the last.
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The confidence of Spirit Summoning Professors and their enrollment standards had declined together year after year, and they had even increased Spirit Summoning educational resources in an attempt to attract newcomers. The White Bone Fraction had constructed the Spiritual Tower and refined countless misshapen skeletons in the White Bone Forest, allowing apprentices to freely use high-grade materials to create beings that surpassed their own level; the Flesh Sect had excavated an underground reservoir and injected countless created lives into the deep sea; the Soul Faction had leased Naslan’s Soul Tower.
The most powerful Professor Group, using the most abundant educational resources, educated the fewest apprentices, and the quality of these newcomers was also worsening. In the words of Mr. Dragon, twenty years ago, these apprentices would only appear in my classroom for one reason: as low-quality teaching materials.
Then, the Supernova Plague Doctor emerged.
On that day, the Spirit Summoning Professor Group cried tears of joy—finally, a promising talent had arrived. All professors were focused on this apprentice who kept breaking Spirit Summoning Studies traditions, scrambling to help the student do better. Professors were secretly competing for Lyle’s teaching slots, with obvious results.
The three leading Spirit Summoning Professors were truly not in name only.
The fact that they did not get to instruct Lyle did not discourage the professors, who continued to focus on this diligent student. Following the altruistic principle that helping is teaching, and stepmothers are also mothers, those professors who had never instructed Lyle, or even spoken a single word to him, held affections for Lyle closer than those for their own sons.
Therefore, when these doting Liches faced Lyle’s Spirit summoning creations, their gazes were like looking at a birthday card presented on Mother/Father’s Day by their children—full of emotion and enthusiasm.
So when Lancelot Alubion started overwhelming Andrey the Lich, the professors were overjoyed, so happy they could faint.
"If it were not for the need to maintain dignity and the necessity for someone to record the shining moments of the Plague Doctor, our professors would love nothing more than to be beaten to death by Lancelot Alubion themselves, becoming a part of the Plague Doctor student’s score,"
"..." Law evaded an exploding bone missile with a graceful backstep, and let out a sigh that must have been repeated countless times, "Should I be grateful that Scholar didn’t become one of those overindulgent professors..." As a student of Scholar, Law could only recall Scholar’s dignified, somber, and fair demeanor.
Flexibility maintained a smile and did not answer.
Lyle was the evil godling personally mentored by the Dragon Priest Scholar, and the cause of this Lich Catastrophe was also the Green Dragon’s dream game. Indeed, Scholar was not an indulgent onlooker; he was one of the instigators of the chaos.
"Do we have to watch that Golden Undead Creation let off steam for an hour..."
The hand that hit Law was not comforting, but rather the enforcer unconsciously clenched his fist tighter, and the manipulator heard his own bones cracking.
"What of it, if it’s for an hour? That Spirit summoning creation, this group of Warriors of Light, they have only grasped the priority of Holy Light, not its power. It will not kill the Liches, so neither the Professor Group, nor the Salvation Association members, nor even the Dean, have made a move. This Lich Catastrophe is ’Harmless’ to Liches."
"Although afterward, this group of unlucky fellows will have to gather their shattered pieces for hours, or even days."
