Goethe stood up with doubts, he was a little at a loss.
"Why not?"
"I guessed wrong?"
Goethe whispered to himself, thinking about the joints.
What exactly went wrong?
"Don't be discouraged..."
Goethe, who was muttering to himself in a low voice, instantly triggered Jerry's response mechanism - Jerry immediately hugged Goethe while comforting him, with a complicated look on his face.
Goethe:…
Damn ‘Mad King’!
I must hang you up and beat you!
Goethe gritted his teeth and, a little distrustful of evil, took the 'Philosopher's Stone' and tried it on Jerry again.
My wrists are sore, but it still has no effect.
Goethe frowned slightly.
He sat on the sofa and thought about what went wrong with him.
And this kind of thinking posture and back view once again triggered Jerry's answering mechanism.
"It's fine……"
As he spoke, he hugged Goethe again, his tone became gentler, and the expression on his face was just right, showing that complexity again.
"I XXXX!"
With Goethe's character, he couldn't help but curse at this time.
He knows the bad taste of the 'Mad King'.
But he didn't know that the 'Mad King''s evil taste could reach this level.
Is it interesting to keep insulting the male dignity of future generations?
It's not some hell joke.
No!
is a hell joke than hell.
It was obvious that Goethe's foul language triggered Jerry's answering mechanism again.
"Don't be like this. I know you tried your best. I feel it too. It's better than before..."
Goethe was furious.
He resisted the urge to push Jerry away and swore secretly in his heart.
The 'Mad King' must be thrown into the manure pit.
Be sure to put the ‘Mad King’…wait!
Jerry's response mechanism!
Suddenly, Goethe was stunned.
What did he think of?
He turned around, looked at Jerry, picked up the 'Philosopher's Stone' again, and started a new attempt.
However, the difference from before is that this time Goethe no longer worked hard, but shouted in a low voice step by step -
"Call daddy!"
"dad!"
Jerry's response mechanism responded immediately.
And with this answer, a strange power spurted out of Jerry.
That power is like water.
But it's hotter than water.
More turbid than water.
As it dripped, it corroded a downward channel straight into the floor.
As the manager of the 'Paradise Hotel', Goethe can be sure that there is absolutely no passage underneath the 'Paradise Hotel'.
"How did this passage appear?"
Goethe was puzzled and wanted to ask Jerry.
But at this time, Jerry seemed to have lost all kinetic energy, lying flat in a daze.
Obviously, Jerry couldn't answer.
Then try it!
Ga!
The next moment, a [Lesser Blood Crow Spirit] rushed in.
Then Goethe's face became strange.
Because, he saw an office.
An office with desks, bookshelves, sofas, etc., everything he thought an office should have.
"This... is the 'Principal's Office'?"
After confirming that there was no danger, Goethe stepped into it.
The 'door' behind you is not closed.
Looking back, you can see Jerry lying on the sofa.
But the inexplicable feeling of weirdness made Goethe couldn't help but spit.
"Bad taste."
Goethe said this and walked towards the most conspicuous desk.
As he approached, an illusory voice immediately sounded.
"Hahaha, congratulations, my child."
"As my eldest son, you have indeed inherited everything from me!"
"Isn't it interesting?"
The corners of Goethe's mouth twitched in his frivolous and playful voice.
Interesting XX!
Goethe cursed in his heart.
For the first time, Goethe did not feel the warmth of his native dialect in his heart.
All I have is unspeakable irritability.
It's like seeing shit-flavored chocolate.
"Jerry is a masterpiece that I completed with the help of several 'paths'. Her existence far exceeds the remaining three puppets. In other words, the remaining three puppets themselves are to conceal Jerry's existence."
"After all, that guy Shield is getting more and more swollen."
"So, I set up something a little more interesting and beat him up."
"I hope he will find his way back."
The 'Mad King' continued to speak, with a hint of loneliness in the laughter in his tone.
Goethe couldn't help but sigh.
There is no doubt that although the early 'Mad King' was full of all kinds of bad taste, he was still a good person. At least he was kind and abided by the bottom line of his conscience.
Even if you have a premonition of 'betrayal', you still have good intentions.
I hope to use gentler means to save everything.
It's a pity that the 'Mad King' at that time didn't know that the more he behaved like this, the more irredeemable he would become.
Because, everyone will think that he is weak and can be bullied.
Even if the 'Mad King' were 'a little stricter', his wife, lover, and descendants would not be killed by Shield.
Of course, the 'Mad King' should have found out later.
He began to use various cruel methods to treat his enemies and even... friends.
All that gave him the title of ‘Mad King’.
In the same way, Goethe was full of vigilance at this moment.
You know, the ‘Mad King’ has been in and out of here at least twice.
The first time was the ‘mad king’ who was sowing good seeds in the early stage but was in a cheap state.
The second time?
That was the transformed Mad King.
Now that it has changed.
Maybe there are some unknown backup plans left just in case.
Therefore, Goethe was alert while listening to the chatter of illusory voices.
"Are you curious why I, as a father, don't show up?"
"I thought so too."
"But here I discovered a 'strange road'. This 'road' was very interesting and made me study it for a long time. It left me unable to leave any images."
"Of course!"
"This must be temporary!"
"Your father, I am a genius!"
"I will study it clearly in the shortest possible time, and then I will appear in front of you openly."
The words of the ‘Mad King’ were full of confidence.
Goethe, who knew the result, remained silent.
He just listened quietly.
"Now is the most important moment!"
"As I wrote in the notes I left for you, the emergence of the 'Academy' was really an accident, the product of the 'road' I encountered while traveling."
"You should understand the 'road', right?"
"After all, if you can get in here, you should at least be a legend."
"And the road after the legend is the 'road'!"
"You need to use the 'road' to reach the 'titled legend' first - this is not the knowledge of this world. I can't tell you where it is specifically, because there are restrictions."
"well!"
"There are ubiquitous restrictions, and the more powerful they are, the more restrictions there are."
"Is this the price we pay for choosing the 'path'?"
"No, no no!"
"This term doesn't sound good, let me think about it... that's right!"
"purity!"
"The purity is too low!"
At this moment, the 'Mad King' used a tone as low as possible, imitating someone, and explained this way.
"Our purity is too low. In order to improve the purity, we can only dig deeper on a 'road', and then restrictions on this 'road' will appear!"
When "The Mad King" was describing it, Goethe immediately thought of the guy in "Inner Bay".
When the other party is in the "inner bay", all kinds of counterintuitive methods will undoubtedly disappear once they leave the "inner bay"!
It’s like ‘college’!
Even, maybe there will be a negative state!
Goethe thought, with thoughts in his eyes.
He was thinking about how to fight the guy from 'Inner Bay'.
The best way is of course to leave the ‘Inner Bay’!
However, the other party will definitely not do this.
Moreover, when he goes back, there is almost a 90% chance that he will be discovered by the other party!
"really!"
"Is it just a head-on confrontation?"
"'Hellblood'!"
Goethe thought, but did not start immediately.
Because he wanted to know whether the 'path' the 'Mad King' stayed in the 'college' was suitable for him.
"The path I left in the 'Academy' is the most suitable - it is not only powerful, but also extremely compatible!"
"Well, it's just what you thought."
"There is more than one 'road', and all roads lead to Rome."
"Where is Rome?"
"That's another story. If we can meet, I will tell you everything... Hiss! Damn restrictions, I'm being tactful, I didn't really say it!"
In the illusory voice, there was the sound of the 'Mad King' taking a breath of cold air.
Obviously, the ‘Mad King’ must have suffered the backlash of ‘restrictions’.
Quite painful.
It also had a lasting impact.
Because, after that, the words of the ‘Mad King’ obviously weakened a bit and no longer had so much vitality.
"Everyone can choose more than one 'path', but for future potential and promotion, most people will only choose 1-2. Of course, there are also 'geniuses' who choose more."
"However, such a 'genius' is a bit miserable in the end."
"Except for that guy, most of them are stuck in the 'Blocked Legend' stage, and there is no further possibility."
"but!"
"The 'path' I leave you is different!"
Having said this, the 'Mad King' became proud again.
"Change of life and death!"
"As long as you master this 'path', your lifespan will be infinitely longer, and to a certain extent, you will still be immortal - with this premise, as long as you develop slowly, you will definitely be able to reach the next level.
stage.”
"Hey, your father is great, right?"
When this sentence appeared, Goethe's mind already showed the look of the 'Mad King' with his hands on his hips, proud and complacent.
However, Goethe did not mock the other party.
Because, as the "Mad King" said, the path of "change of life and death" is really powerful.
The ‘Mad King’ was running for ‘immortality’ from the very beginning.
Rather than ‘immortality’!
only……
The 'change' is gone.
Now all that's left is 'life and death'!
"Hope it's not too bad."
Goethe thought in his heart.
At this moment, the 'Mad King' finally revealed what Goethe was most concerned about.
"It's almost time."
"My study of that weird 'path' has made my energy very low. I feel exhausted just by leaving you a message - son, you must become stronger!"
"My first 'path' will be powerful because of the strength of your descendants!"
"Hey, did I say 'we'?"
"Don't mind!"
"Who hasn't been young?"
"I just made a mistake that all men in the world make!"
"Now!"
"Sit on that chair and answer its questions!"
"You will get everything I leave behind!"
The 'Mad King' was chatting happily, even if he wanted to show his father's majesty in the end, it had no effect - even if the person standing here was really a descendant of the 'Mad King', the other party would only complain.
Goethe was quite sure of this.
After all, this bastard has started again!
Riddles! Riddles!
You bastard who says half and half!
You will definitely drown in a cesspool!
Goethe thought this and was about to walk towards the chair. At this moment, a weak force peered at him, or in other words, this force was a bridge.
Let the other party see him.
It also made him see each other.
Looking at that old face, Goethe put away the wet 'Philosopher's Stone' with a smile, sat directly in the only chair, crossed his hands in front of him, and said slowly -
"Welcome to my 'academy'!"
anger!
Puzzled!
Under the 'bridge' appeared in Goethe's vision.
"Mole Dodd!"
The old man yelled, but Goethe didn't pay attention at all.
Because the chair officer had already asked in his mind.
“Don’t forget your original intention—what’s the next sentence?”
Goethe sat up straight in an instant and answered in an extremely serious tone.
"Remember the mission!"
Buzz!
Great brilliance.
The dazzling light directly cut off the bridge, and a slight tremor appeared in the entire 'college', a bit like an earthquake, and Van Der Sar, who had felt this kind of vibration forty-two years ago, roared.
"mine!"
"The 'Academy' is mine!"
"No one can take him away!"
The roaring old woman rushed towards the old emperor.
She thinks everything is the fault of the other party.
Then it is natural to kill the old emperor.
For the old woman, this has long become an instinct, and she doesn't care who the other person is.
But the old emperor ignored the old woman.
He is in a hurry!
He must find Moore Dodd before the last step is completed!
The ‘college’ is his!
He absolutely cannot leave it to anyone else!
Here is power, wealth, and...eternal life!
It's all his!
In a flash, the old emperor rushed directly to the ground.
As soon as the old emperor left, the old woman followed closely behind him.
Ailan paused for a moment, then followed him with a mysterious look.
In the corner, Earl Tim rolled over and climbed up.
His face was pale and full of helplessness.
If possible, he would want to leave now.
No!
You won't come here at all!
Instead, enjoy life in your own manor!
But his sister...
When he thought of his sister, Count Tim became more and more helpless.
In the end, the earl could only grit his teeth and follow him.
At this moment, Goethe's body was shaking continuously.
Goethe could feel a special force forcefully thrust from the back of the chair into his spine, like a nail being driven into his cervical vertebra bit by bit.
Such pain was nothing to Goethe.
Although it hurts, it is bearable.
He even had time to look at the blood drops emerging from the pores of his body.
"No wonder it needs to be at least legendary level."
"Once an ordinary person's [body] receives such 'power', it will probably explode."
Just as Goethe was thinking, the force that drove into his spine exploded.
boom!
His ears were filled with the roar of explosions.
Then the somewhat familiar pain of being chopped, crushed, and stretched began to spread, and as time passed, the pain began to intensify, almost comparable to the first time he stepped into the transcendent world.
In front of his eyes, a rich black color appeared.
Darker than the night, full of death and coldness.
That power took him deeper and deeper.
The coldness froze Goethe's breath.
The coldness froze Goethe's body.
The coldness froze Goethe's soul.
In fact, even thinking is frozen.
because……
This is death!
Goethe can confirm that this is death!
Although he has never truly experienced death!
But if there is death, this is what it looks like!
At this moment, every second is stretched infinitely.
One second!
Two seconds!
Three seconds!
The most painful thing was that Goethe could still clearly feel the passage of time. He didn't know where the force was going to pull him, and he couldn't sense the end.
But there is one thing Goethe can be sure of.
If this continues, he will definitely die.
No hesitation!
Goethe activated the [Disease of Slowness]!
Boom!
Time is a long river, flowing endlessly.
The waves help me move forward quickly.
When Goethe used [Slowness] for the first time, he felt as if he had become a fish swimming down the river. It not only saved effort, but also got twice the result with half the effort.
Everything around me slowed down.
But he is faster!
Even death cannot chase him!
Especially when the mud at the bottom of the river rolled up, it was as if a giant hand had grabbed 'death', allowing Goethe to smoothly break out of the richest 'death' and come to a point of 'life'.
White!
Warm white!
At this moment, all Goethe's pain was healed.
Body and soul.
Everything is healed.
Even the 'time' consumed by using [Slowness Disease] is slowly being recovered.
"The accelerated passage of one's own time is the consumption of one's own life span!"
In the warmth, Goethe gradually came back to his senses.
His frozen mind completely relaxed at this moment.
The text in front of me also began to appear line by line——
[Experiencing the ‘realm of life and death’, judging...]
【Judgment passed!】
[Get talents: 1, life or death; 2, death or life]
[Life or Death: Absorb the vitality existing around you and turn it into the purest 'power of death' to attack your opponents, or you can resurrect dead corpses to fight for you]
[Dead or alive: When you are attacked, you will turn death into life. You will receive a treatment, and you can restore your physical strength, energy, or heal the surrounding targets in your field of vision]
(Note 1: When casting Life or Death, your movement will become slower:, and your 'Power of Death' capacity cannot exceed the sum of one-fifth of your [Heart] and [Body], which is now: Destruction
class)
(Note 2: When casting Death or Life, the upper limit you can withstand is the sum of one-fifth of your [Heart] and [Body], which is currently: Destruction)
(Note 3: When the upper limit is exceeded, you will suffer corresponding damage.)
(Note 4: The resurrected corpse needs to be replenished with the corresponding ‘power of death’ every once in a while)
(Note 5: When treating targets within the surrounding field of vision, you need to spend some extra energy)
…
"Life or death? Death or life?"
Inexplicably, a group of girls playing volleyball appeared in Goethe's mind.
Then, there is ‘annihilation’.
“Is this the extent of the title being legendary?”
Goethe was a little unsure.
Because, he did not feel the path mentioned by the 'Mad King'.
In front of him, it was just talent.
It’s because my strength hasn’t really reached the level of ‘titled legend’.
still……
Professional level?
Goethe guessed in his heart.
At the same time, a key rose from the armrest of the chair.
After Goethe picked it up, more words emerged.
[Principal's Key (College): This is the key that represents the identity of the principal of the 'college'. With this key, you can do whatever you want in the 'college', just like the previous 'principal' Modeus.
My favorite thing to do is to go to the dormitory and knock on the door in the middle of the night, or to nourish your 'life or death' and 'death or life' talents here. This is the best place]
[Effects: 1, Principal’s Rights I; 2, Principal’s Rights II; 3, Principal’s Rights III; 4, Nourishment]
[Principal's Rights Ⅰ: Just like the 'Paradise Hotel', you can change the layout of the 'Academy' as you like. You can use existing items to change it into the style you like, but you can't make something out of nothing, you can only choose to change it with things.
Objects, when a certain creature or thing enters the 'Academy', you can sense the other party's existence immediately, and have a high probability of finding the other party's weaknesses,]
[Principal’s Rights II: Any teachers, security guards, students, etc. in the ‘college’ must obey you 100%, otherwise they will suffer ‘bad luck’]
[Principal's Rights III: When you are within the scope of the 'Academy', you can appear in any area at will, and when a creature is malicious to you, the 'Academy' will continue to absorb the opponent's vitality. When doing this
During the operation, you do not need to consume any physical energy until the other party dies or gives up your malice; at the same time, you can use the 'vitality' you draw to increase someone's short-term luck, but it cannot be yourself]
[Nourishment: As long as you are within the 'Academy', your body, talent, and soul will receive a slow nourishing effect. You will recover faster here and become stronger slowly. Even if it is irreversible damage, you can still recover with a lot of vitality.
Come and reverse]
(Note 1: It is special, it cannot leave here because the ‘college’ is here)
(Note 2: When you exercise power III, please snap your fingers)
(Note 3: Life is not created out of thin air, you need to absorb it. Death follows you, but unfortunately you cannot convert it at will in the true sense)
…
"[Principal's Key]!"
Goethe looked at the key in front of him.
When he had the [Key to the Master (Paradise Hotel)], he had a lot of guesses about what the key to the 'Academy' would look like.
Just looking at the key in his hand, Goethe felt helpless.
[Principal’s Powers IⅡⅢ]…
Once again, the bad taste of the ‘Mad King’.
Especially the snapping of fingers.
Is this second grade?
Or do you think you are handsome?
Let’s take a look at the instructions in the annotation.
Is this guy ‘Mad King’ a beast in heat?
However, [Nourishment] made Goethe understand more.
"No wonder the injured 'Mad King' would come back here, because it is so convenient to heal here. Irreversible injuries can be recovered, but it requires a lot of vitality."
"Life cannot be created out of thin air? Death follows you everywhere? It cannot be transformed in a true sense?"
"Is it because of 'change'?"
Subconsciously, as soon as Goethe raised his hand, the [Key to the Controller (Paradise Hotel)] appeared in Goethe's hand, placed side by side with the [Principal's Key].
Immediately, Goethe thought of more.
In my heart, I have more attempts.
But that was later.
Now?
Of course we have to deal with those ‘intruders’!
How dare you cause trouble in his 'college'!
How unforgivable!
Thinking of this——
Snap!
With a snap of his fingers, Goethe disappeared instantly.
