Chapter 290
Chapter 290
Chapter 290
Translator: True Detective
Chapter 290 – Lan Qi Said Academic Conduct Must Be Upright
The roars of men and beasts intertwined, forming a jarring cacophony of clashing metal that was impossible to distinguish.
The group of intruders vented their rage blindly, locked in chaotic combat with the once-docile magical beasts, no longer caring about friend or foe. Blades and claws gleamed under the light, each swing laced with ruthless, decisive killing intent, as if to sever any life that dared stand in their way.
The eyes of the beasts too burned with fury. Their massive bodies leapt across the battlefield, every landing shaking the entire classroom.
They tore apart anyone bold enough to approach with their razor-sharp claws and fangs, and with a sweep of their powerful tails, sent students flying through the air before they came crashing heavily onto the floor.
Yet, as more and more students poured into the fray, the advantage the beasts once held began to falter, their lines gradually collapsing.
“Students…”
The old man staggered to his feet, reaching out as if trying to grasp something.
But the swarm of students rushing in paid him no attention.
Their eyes were clouded with desire, completely consumed by the demons of their own hearts.
Clutching his aching forehead where he had just been struck, the old man endured the greatest effort of his life not to scold these children.
Though, for an instant, the impulse to cut them all down had surged in his heart—he forced it down.
Patience. He needed patience. These children had no true malice.
They simply wanted to meet the beasts, but chose the wrong way to do it.
The old man coughed hard, then raised his voice:
“Students, do not harm those children! They may look ferocious, but if you’re willing to communicate with them…”
But the situation had already gone beyond his expectations.
Footsteps thundered louder and louder in the hallway—like a flood of people rushing in as if they had discovered priceless treasure—completely drowning out his words.
The students who surged in like a tide didn’t ask questions. They simply started fighting the magical beasts.
What he once thought was a minor scuffle was now turning into a one-sided slaughter—the beasts could no longer hold their ground.
“Students, please don’t hurt these children! The assessment isn’t about conquering them!”
His thick brows knit together, the old man shouted anxiously.
It was useless.
His voice could not stop the students.
Instead, it only drove them to fight more cruelly, more frenziedly.
“These damned ingredients—watch me carve them to pieces! No need to thank me, old man!”
“Want me to stop? Dream on!”
The students’ faces twisted with viciousness, their strikes ruthless like butchers, intent on dismembering the beasts.
What could a mere first-level exam instructor do? They had already stepped over the line of the rules.
Blood smeared freely across the once-white tiles, spreading like the shattered glass on the floor—things that could never be restored to how they once were.
“Why… why have you all become so cruel…”
The old man’s hands trembled as he looked upon the uncontrollable chaos, his eyes filled with terror and sorrow.
“Heh, still got some spirit. Killing it will take some effort.”
“Hey old man, how many credits do we get for killing one of these things?”
Their arrogant, mocking words filled the wrecked culinary classroom, now nothing but a scene of ruin.
The senseless battle between man and man, man and beast, only fanned their bloodlust further.
Amidst those words—
In the classroom saturated with madness and malice—
Blood and beastly wails echoed without end.
The old man’s expression finally froze.
Looking at the children he had carefully raised, children he would never allow anyone to harm, now being treated with such cruelty—he understood.
So that was it.
The times had truly changed.
Children nowadays… had all gone bad.
The old man quietly turned his back, his hunched figure walking to the side of the classroom as if something had become clear to him.
He opened a metal cabinet and took out a massive scythe.
“Hehehehe… so the youth these days really are this lively… how wonderful…”
With a faint smile, he twirled the heavy scythe as though it were a twig, the weapon slicing the air and leaving a chilling low hum.
At once, everyone froze.
A cold chill crawled up their spines.
When they turned back—
They saw the old man’s eyes glowing a dark, ominous red. It was as if the beast slumbering within his body had awakened.
This teacher… was at least Sixth Rank.
And a terrifying one at that.
Such bone-chilling killing intent could only belong to someone who had already claimed countless lives.
But wasn’t the culinary classroom supposed to use these beasts as ingredients?
True, they had disrespected him a little earlier—but why did he now show signs of berserk transformation?!
As the sounds of throats gulping and feet unconsciously shuffling back filled the room, chaos once again exploded in the classroom.
“Rather than let you inherit Protos’ future, I’ll rid the Empire of its scourge and clean you all up myself!”
His facial muscles twisted, possessed by madness, as he gripped the scythe and swung with ghostly speed. His cruel laughter accompanied his slaughter of those who had no respect for life.
Blood splattered. Several students collapsed in moments.
Those struck bore bloody lattice-like wounds across their bodies, instantly triggering the barrier’s protective lock. Their lives were spared, but with injuries as if nearly cleaved apart—months in a hospital would be the only way to recover.
“Teacher’s killing us!!”
“Nooo!!”
Seconds later—
Boom!Boom!!
Explosions shook the room.
The once orderly racks of tools now lay toppled, glassware and amber bottles shattered across the floor. Steel and marble alike had been split apart.
Magical conduits and water pipes cut by the scythe’s edge continued sparking and gushing violently.
Only a small untouched patch of the classroom remained in the distance.
“I told you—classes should be reformed this way. If teachers don’t kill students, how can the academic spirit be upright?”
Lan Qi tilted his head toward Zestira, speaking with a relaxed sigh.
“This way, they’ll remember for life to respect their teachers and cherish animals.”
He felt very pleased with the harvest—for both teachers and students.
“...!?”
Zestira didn’t know how to respond. She only hugged the big fox tighter.
Just what kind of school did you come from?!
(End of Chapter)