Chapter 244: The Type Dekan is Least Good at Dealing With (1/2) |
[Excel]
[Category: Spell Card]
[Grade: Purple Rare]
[Tier: 4]
[Passive Effect: Can consume mana to assist in completing various calculations and extended functions.]
[Remark: Michaelsoft is starting up.]
This was actually a spell card Dekan used for life and work.
The magic cards he made were mainly divided into two types.
The first type was his mainstream cards, almost all developed using demon magic technology.
These cards were made based on human magic.
Even Shijiang expressed that she couldn't understand the key principles of these cards and with what mindset and purpose the creator made them.
Dekan's original intention for making [Excel] was firstly to speed up work.
In the preparation stage of making cards, calculations of ratios and so on were often involved.
Of course, he also considered that in certain situations, this card might be used to humiliate Morion.
But thinking about it carefully.
Using this card just now to easily defeat an opponent Morion couldn't beat.
It definitely counted as a huge success.
"Why have I never heard of this kind of magic..."
Artis hung her head, her voice sounding very frustrated.
Not only because she lost.
Also because she felt a complete sense of defeat.
Losing in the subject of [Human Ethics] could still be said to be Dekan and Morion being despicable and shameless.
But losing in an objective exam where she was absolutely confident left nothing to be said.
It was a true crushing defeat.
Moreover.
This little succubus seemed to be using human magic.
It made the field she took pride in seem even more laughable.
"You should go walk around the human world more often. Well, of course, average people wouldn't master [Excel] either."
Dekan smiled and spread his hands.
Then he walked around Artis twice again.
"Miss Artis, if I recall correctly, you shouldn't be dazing out right now? Besides fulfilling your promise, did we make a small bet just now?"
Hearing Dekan's words, Artis' pupils first contracted, then she clenched her fists and trembled all over.
After her thoughts returned to reality, Artis fully understood the current situation.
According to the bet.
She should put on the cat-ear maid outfit and dance.
She would rather die!
"Then wait for me."
Subsequently, Dekan used the Demon Bracelet to purchase the costume from the bet from the third layer.
Then he went out to quickly convey the good news to Morion and Cat Teacher, and fetched the delivery from the teleportation portal.
When he returned to the study, he handed the delivery directly to Artis.
"Please, I will excuse myself."
After speaking, Dekan turned around preparing to leave the study.
"Wait!"
Artis called out to him from behind.
"Oh?"
Dekan turned his head to look at Artis.
He saw Artis' eyes were red, her expression still carrying unwillingness, biting her lower lip desperately.
While Dekan went to get the delivery just now.
She had thought more calmly about what kind of thing she was about to do.
Letting her wear a cat-ear maid outfit and dance.
She would rather go to hell!
"What? Going back on your word?"
Dekan frowned and asked.
On the surface, he looked a bit displeased.
In reality, he was very satisfied with Artis' reaction.
Because.
He was expecting this demon to break the contract, renege on the debt, and a series of other standard operations.
This way, he could properly torture this untrustworthy and stubborn demon.
Spending so much time figuring out the demon's background, and having successfully set up tactics with Morion outside the door just now, Dekan was very convinced that as long as this demon dared to turn hostile and renege on the debt, he would definitely teach her a lesson.
The current Artis looked very torn.
It seemed she was about to make a decision.
If Artis honestly chose to fulfill the promise.
Dekan would lose interest in torturing her instead.
No matter what enemy it was.
Dekan only liked playing with villains.
Or rather, Dekan had no interest in torturing good people, only extreme resistance.
Now it seemed Artis was bound to break the contract, because she had completely thrown aside that maid outfit.
"I can't do it. Just kill me."
Artis closed her eyes tight and shook her head, her eyelashes trembling, a few crystal-clear tears seeming to spill from the corners of her eyes.
She hurriedly covered her cheek with one hand, clenching the other fist tightly.
"?"
Looking at Artis' reaction, Dekan frowned completely.
This time it wasn't acting; he was really thrown off.
He never expected Artis to say such words.
Sister, you are a demon!
Just like the teachers at the Demon Academy, just like the jailers and prisoners on the previous layers!
When encountering things harmful to oneself, shouldn't one bet on violating the rules to turn hostile and renege on the debt?!
How could she have an attitude of preferring to pay with her life in order to keep a promise?
"Is there something wrong with your brain? Shouldn't you try to kill me now, and then you can tear up the agreement and pretend nothing happened? This way you can even keep that unique human outside to study properly. How about it, aren't you tempted?"
Dekan whispered repeatedly beside Artis like a devil.
He was tempting Artis to attack.
At the same time, triggering [Three Corpses Berserk].
It wasn't that he couldn't accept the ending of Artis committing suicide.
He just wanted to see.
Whether Artis truly wanted to end this gamble in another way, or had ulterior motives.
"Sob sob..."
After Artis was affected by [Three Corpses Berserk], tears finally fell like a string of beads, looking as if she had lost all hope in life.
Not only did she have no intention of attacking Dekan, she even started to channel magic; she really wanted to self-destruct!
"Holy ! Morion, save her!"
"Hey hey hey, Big Sis, wait! If you die, who am I going to ask for intel? You can't renege on the debt like this!"
Dekan hurriedly called Morion to cancel out the effects of [Three Corpses Berserk] and shouted to stop Artis' self-destructive behavior.
After regaining consciousness, Artis' gaze was still somewhat listless.
Having just experienced a huge defeat and realizing she couldn't fulfill the promise, her state was extremely low right now.
It seemed the more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt.
"Sob sob..."
Artis actually started crying like a fragile young girl.
It seemed she finally took off her disguise, revealing her original and true appearance.
"No way... is your personality actually like this..."
This stunned Dekan.
PART 2
Where was that cold, arrogant, insufferably arrogant look you had at the beginning?
At least be stubborn for a bit!
This current scene completely made it look like Dekan was a bully, bullying an honest and kind girl!
What would the audience think!
Although Dekan didn't care about public opinion anymore.
But bullying honest people was something Dekan himself couldn't stand.
However, at this moment, even Morion, who had just entered the study, looked at Dekan with eyes full of disdain.
"Ahhh! I give up on you, you old demon!"
Dekan held his head and complained,
"What kind of major illness do you have? Can a demon have this kind of personality?! So that look you had before was all just your hard shell and protective coloration? You can't tell me you're actually socially anxious, and after staying in prison for a long time, you're even worse at socializing. It can't be like that, right?!"
If Dekan hadn't really seen a guy with this kind of personality before, he wouldn't believe there would be a Tier 8 socially anxious person in the world who looked arrogant and cold on the surface but was actually weak and pitiful in character.
"How, do you know..."
Artis sniffled aggrievedly and answered in a tiny voice.
"Oh my god! I can't stay on this layer for a second longer."
Dekan felt a bit of Ice Snow Princess PTSD.
That half-elf Miss Artemis who made his blood pressure soar back then; he still hadn't figured out how her brain was wired.
Although Dekan got his revenge later.
But it just didn't feel right.
Bullying this kind of person, or even taking revenge on this kind of person, wasn't happy at all!
Disappointed!
Utterly disappointed!
Dekan was really afraid of these guys who looked like prey but were actually like poison to him.
Dekan pinched the bridge of his nose.
He truly felt mentally exhausted.
Torturing her now wasn't right, letting her go directly wasn't right either.
She wouldn't wear this maid outfit and dance even if beaten to death; ask her and she'd commit suicide, she really dared to.
Continuing to force her would feel like forcing a good woman into prostitution instead.
"You really are a chaste martyr. I don't even know how to praise you. Miss Artis, consider it my defeat, okay?"
Dekan could only shake his head with a distressed expression and give a thumbs up to Artis.
He couldn't be bothered to delay time any longer.
There were still things to ask her next.
"Then, the bet..."
Artis asked weakly.
"Just waive the fees for the intel and teleportation for me. Aside from that, what else can I do? Sigh, meeting a demon like you, count it as my bad luck."
Dekan was full of frustration.
He didn't want to waste any more time, nor did he want to see Artis again.
Seeing her made him sulk.
If this were in the real world, and he had ample time...
If anyone dared to provoke him first and then make his villain radar come up empty...
Even if they were truly a pure and good person, he would leave a deep impression on that person.
But now it was in the Shadow World; let alone the time issue, even if he did so, it had no meaning.
What Dekan liked most about the Demon Realm was that torturing this group of demons was so delightful.
He didn't even need to turn on the villain radar.
Just catch one and mess with one, and that was it.
The more villainous they were, the more exciting it was for Dekan to play with them.
But why did the Demon Realm have a degenerate like Artis!
Dekan: "Hurry up, speak out the intel, then send us to the next layer for free."
Artis: "Mm. The next layer is the Banishment Zone. The Warden has Tier 8 strength, but there are many restrictions."
Dekan: "What about the Chief Warden intel?"
Artis: "The Chief Warden is not only skilled in magic but also extremely strong in close combat. Even among Tier 9s, she is a powerhouse with extremely strong comprehensive strength."
"How to deal with this..."
Dekan felt the Chief Warden was even harder to fight.
Originally, the Chief Warden possessed resistance against spells.
It would be fine if the Chief Warden was just a squishy mage.
But if it was a magic-immune magic swordsman unaffected by magical effects...
Dekan really felt this boss was tough.
Psychological attacks would be hard too.
It seemed he still had to research the mechanics through intelligence.
Having asked almost all the intelligence Artis knew, Dekan couldn't be bothered to pay attention to her anymore.
This rigid demon, apart from tradable intelligence, wouldn't agree to tell him a bit more special intelligence no matter what.
Ask and she says she doesn't know.
Of course, it was also possible she really didn't know.
Although when they first met, this guy's foul temper made Dekan dislike her immensely.
But when she truly had no hostility, Dekan discovered that this guy was so pure that he couldn't find a single speck of happiness from persecuting her.
"Are you really a demon?"
Dekan asked with utter disdain.
He even suspected a little whether Artis was actually a human pretending to be a demon.
According to Dekan's understanding of the Demon Race, although the Demon Race and humans had the same appearance, they were two completely different species.
They couldn't understand the concept of malice, nor would they generate guilt or a sense of sin; all actions that looked human were just imitations and performances produced to bewitch humans.
So Dekan wouldn't believe any demon's words.
Except for Shijiang.
This Artis could be said to have acted like a human before.
But looking at this unyielding appearance now, preferring to pay with her life, she simply looked like a saintess.
These weren't qualities a Demon Race member should have at all.
Hearing Dekan's question, Artis was first startled, then lowered her head timidly and shrank back.
"...I am a half-demon. My mother was a human."
She stammered, as if mentioning a secret she was unwilling to mention to any demon.
Dekan covered his forehead.
No wonder this guy was so like a human.
"So you were dispatched by the Demon King to serve as Warden here, apart from making you work, it was also to bind you?"
According to what Dekan understood, the Warden of each layer couldn't leave their post without authorization unless granted personal permission by the Demon King.
While obtaining authority, they were also bound by this Demon Realm prison.
They couldn't even go to other layers.
"Yes."
Artis nodded and admitted.
Dekan finally understood.
This layer could even be said to be Artis' solitary cell.
The Demon King worried about her betraying, but also needed Artis' knowledge.
No wonder the rules of this layer were so strict for jailers, but so broad for the Warden.
This was a kind of protection for the Warden.
Because Artis simply couldn't be bothered to kill humans or demons; restricting Artis like in other layers would be meaningless.
But if restrictions on jailers weren't strict enough, it might lead to the kind-hearted Artis being bullied by jailers.
"Is it possible for what we say here to be heard by others?"
Dekan decided to make one last attempt to see if he could get more help from Artis, so he asked.
"The Chief Warden cannot probe my study; this is a research room specially granted to me by the Demon King."
Although Artis didn't understand Dekan's intention, she still answered.
"I'll ask you directly. Do you consider yourself a human, or a demon?"
Dekan's expression became unusually serious, his gaze like a sharp blade.