Chapter 355
Roger was lying on a wooden bed, tightly tied up and clearly arranged. Seeing more and more wooden logs piled up around him, as well as the hateful gazes of his fellow students, he began to panic.
"Uuuuu" Roger wanted to loudly prove himself, but his mouth was also tied up, so he could only make muffled noises.
Roger glared at the security guard with hatred. He had already made up a few things in his mind. The mastermind was Dean Michael, which meant that this security guard was one of the Dean's men, and he had hidden himself in the Abnormality Elimination Squad to make him the scapegoat.
Although there were some discrepancies with the truth, other than the fact that Dean Michael had already been replaced by Negri, that was basically the case.
Roger was eager to defend himself, but the other party didn't seem to even give him the chance to do so. After a series of procedural investigations, the academy committee directly convicted Roger of the crime of demon worship.
Colluding with demons, conducting evil rituals, harming fellow students, launching a terrorist attack, all sorts of crimes were slapped onto Roger as if they didn't cost anything, and he didn't even have a chance to defend himself.
While Roger was in despair, he saw a horse carriage stop in the distance. A middle-aged man with balding hair hurriedly got off, reigniting Roger's hope.
That middle-aged man was his father. His father was acquainted with many big shots, and his family was quite wealthy. Regardless, he was still a member of the privileged class, so as long as he had a chance to explain himself, he was confident that he could explain himself.
The middle-aged man glanced at Roger with disappointment in his eyes, then turned away from Roger and walked up to Negri's side, respectfully greeting him.
"Mister Negri, it was my fault for not disciplining him properly this time, allowing that unfilial son of mine to be bewitched by a demon. Mister, please do whatever you want" the middle-aged man looked at Negri with fear in his eyes.
As a member of the House of Mages, Michael was a true nobleman of the Academic City, and this young man from a few years ago was said to be a descendant of Michael's family, Michael's heir. However, he looked exactly the same as Michael when he was young, so he might very well be Michael's illegitimate son.
Obviously, Roger's father had yet to come into contact with the matters of the House of Mages, otherwise, he would have believed that Michael had regained his youth.
The name Negri, due to the spell that was cast on it, would automatically give others a new name. To them, this Negri had a completely different name from the founder of the dirt-infused moss food company, Negri.
Roger was quite moved to see his father bowing to him. His father was willing to lower himself to such a degree for his sake, but when he saw this man standing there and coldly observing him, he faintly realized that his father's goal in coming here wasn't to save him, but rather to cleanse himself of his sins.
After realizing this fact, Roger fell into complete despair. He no longer had the slightest bit of vitality left in him, lying on the wooden cart like a pile of dead meat.
Negri calmly looked at all of this. Only when a person was in complete despair would he be able to see some things clearly. When he once again grasped the meaning of his life from despair, he would be able to grow into a slightly passable talent.
Of course, there was also the possibility that Roger wouldn't be able to overcome this despair and become a cripple.
"Negri, is this your new name? Mikael. " At this point, a voice resounded. As' Negary 'turned around, he saw a peerless beauty standing before him. This woman's every action and gesture was capable of provoking the hormones of men, a single glance from her was enough to make a man kneel at her feet and carefully lick her crystal-clear jade-like feet.
As soon as he saw this woman, Negri instantly confirmed her identity. She was a high-ranking member of the Mystic Demonesses. His previous guess that Michael was working with a high-ranking member of the Mystic Demonesses was absolutely correct.
Pregnancy magic borrowed the ability of a woman to give birth to children in order to obtain mana by consuming their vitality. This type of magic that went against the natural order of life would cause a living being to mutate and mutate, but having been using pregnancy magic for so long, the Mystic Demonesses naturally understood the drawbacks.
And so, after so many years, the Mystic Demonesses had finally found a roundabout method, which was surrogacy. After they became pregnant, they wouldn't quickly digest the fetus, but would instead transfer it to another woman and modify it into an eternally evil fetus, turning it into their own source of mana.
The other surrogate would carry the eternally evil fetus while the Mystic Demonesses only needed to extract mana from them every once in a while. Although there were still some side effects, the biggest side effects were already borne by the surrogate.
Because of this, this Demoness didn't feel like a pile of shit like the other Demonesses did. At the very least, if Nox were to stand next to this Demoness, even if they were equally beautiful, people would still like this Demoness more.
"A new life naturally needs a new name" Negri calmly explained: "This time, a few brats triggered the ritual ahead of time, so even though I successfully obtained a second life, I also lost some of my memories due to the side effects"
"Is that so?" As the woman stared straight at 'Negary', strands of mana flowed from her gaze into 'Negary's' eyes. Under the influence of a large amount of vitality mana, the Demonesses' physiological structure had undergone a massive change. Their gazes were now capable of bewitching humans, even controlling the thoughts of those they stared at.
However, this vitality mana flowed into Negri's eyes like a clay ox entering the sea, not returning to the Demoness at all.
"There's no need to test me like this. Although I've forgotten many things, there are some things that I haven't forgotten" Negri placed his hand on the Demoness' shoulder. At this moment, the Demoness felt that all the mana in her body had been suppressed, making it difficult for her to use it.
It wasn't until Negri let go that the Demoness felt that she had regained control of her mana.
"Indeed. In that case, I will give some information to Mr. Negri later. I hope it will be of some help to him" the Demoness said with a seductive smile before slowly leaving.
The Demoness walked on the street and quickly turned into a secret passage.
"Lady Lorraine, is that Negri really Negary?" a shadow appeared behind the Demoness and asked.
"Perhaps Negary really lost some of his memories due to the ritual's side effects, or perhaps some other monster disguised as Negary. But whether it's true or not doesn't matter anymore" Lorraine smiled.
Negri's control over vitality mana had exceeded the Demoness' expectations. Even if Negri wasn't Negary, it didn't matter. As long as their cooperation could bring them benefits, it was enough. Negri's existence allowed them to see even more benefits.
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