The two followed the frivolous principal to the cafeteria, and shamelessly shouted slogans of "rip off the rich". They successfully walked out of the cafeteria with their bellies full and satisfied.
"Hiccup~ Sir, your face is full of oil."
Columbia chuckled and wiped his mouth with his sleeve without any regard for etiquette.
"Hickey~ You are the same."
Joe Butron rolled his eyes.
"Now that we have eaten and drunk enough, it's time to go back and rest."
"Two shameless bastards, you ate a meal worth hundreds of credits from me, and you still want to run away like this? Hiccup~"
The principal complained, walking slowly behind the two of them.
"You're the only one who eats the most, and you still have the nerve to say that."
Columbia murmured softly.
"I didn't even get to eat any of the grilled lobster with cheese, and you, an old man, ate three by yourself."
The principal burped contentedly, and a mixture of various meats came out of his mouth.
He patted his swollen belly and muttered to himself,
"Digestion."
The belly that was swollen and about to burst was like a deflated balloon, and it suddenly returned to its previous flat shape.
"Now that I'm full, I won't let you guys kill me for nothing, hehehe.
Now neither of you can run fast, right?"
The principal acted as if he was sure of victory and had been planning for a long time. The raised corners of his mouth symbolized his victory.
He stretched out his hands, folded them together, and cracked his knuckles one after another.
A series of snapping sounds came from his skinny knuckles, the symbolic meaning of which was self-evident.
"Pull out my beard!
Each strand of his beard has been growing for hundreds of years!
That’s all my hard work!
It needs to be taken care of and maintained regularly, and nutrients must be replenished in time!
When sleeping, you should tie them up gently with cloth strips!
My beard is much more valuable than those good-for-nothing kids of yours!
And now it’s my home turf!!!”
As the principal made his domineering declaration, his aura rose rapidly, like waves in the sea. Not only was it powerful, it also brought a strong sense of oppression to the two people who were full.
Despite this, Joet Brown still had a faint smile on his face, which made the principal feel uncomfortable and even disgusted.
"Why are you still laughing?"
The principal deliberately frowned and spoke seriously, while controlling the pressure on his body to surround Joet Brown.
"There is no murderous coercion, it is just a demonstration at most.
We are not virgins, what can you do to two old men like us?"
Columbia stretched out his little finger, picked up the vegetable leaves between his teeth with his little fingernail, and said contemptuously.
"Hahaha, then you underestimate me."
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"Ahahahahaha, no, no, no, sir! Principal! Grandpa! Ancestor!!!
Ahahahaha, can I call you daddy?!
Stop it! Hahahaha!"
Columbia, who had boasted so much, felt a little regretful at this moment. He was tied up by the principal with magic ropes, and two snow-white goose downs were rubbing back and forth on the soles of his feet under the principal's control.
At first it was just an itch, but then I couldn't stop laughing, and this laughter was very exhausting.
Two tears oozed out of the corners of his eyes due to laughter, and two lines of clear snot unconsciously left his nose.
The principal felt relieved to see Columbia begging for mercy.
The principal crossed his arms over his chest and nodded with satisfaction.
"Tickling for another five minutes, I'll let you go."
On the other hand, Joet Brown had a wooden expression on his face. A normal person would have laughed like Columbia, but Joet Brown did not show the expected reaction in this regard.
From two goose downs, it gradually increased to four, and then from four to eight.
Under the principal's control, the goose down maintained its characteristics of high speed and softness, but Joet Brown just didn't smile.
"That's it?"
Instead, Joet Brown yawned and didn't care much about the principal's carefully planned revenge of the beard.
"There's something wrong with you."
The headmaster waved his cane gently, and all the goose down stopped moving.
"What's wrong with me?"
Joet Brown looked up in astonishment and answered.
“Itch is a sensory stimulation transmitted by nerve endings, but the essence of itch is pain.
You don't feel any itching, or even any physiological reaction that a normal person should have. Tell me, how are you okay?"
The headmaster said this seriously, and at the same time, with lightning speed, he poked Joet Brown's foot with his cane.
“The Zhongyuan people have an interesting theory called acupuncture points, and the place I’m pricking now is called Yongquan.
With the force I'm using now, you should have cried out in pain, but you didn't."
Joe Butron rolled his eyes.
"My previous job as an investigator required me to be able to tolerate torture. What does this little sensory stimulation mean to me?"
“No, that’s your reason.
Your body has undergone changes that you can't even explain, and you are just looking for excuses to deceive yourself."
The principal looked at Joet Brown's scarlet eyes with a look that saw through everything.
"And you subconsciously avoid accepting these changes.
Son, tell me honestly, what is your intuitive feeling after taking the leaves of the World Tree? "
Joet Brown lowered his head when he heard what was hidden in his heart.
“There was no pain, only numbness.
All the power of holy light that had been cultivated in the body has disappeared.
Since I recovered, I haven't used the power in my body.
I could clearly feel the strangeness that power brought to me.”
The principal nodded gently.
"Go on, describe how that power made you feel."
“That power is like a blank, a void, seemingly dark, but its essence is above darkness.
I dare not use it because I know I don’t have the ability to use this power.”
Joet Brown said dejectedly, with a hint of self-mockery on his face.
Columbia fell into silence after hearing this. No wonder Joet Brown gave people a different feeling after waking up.
At first I just thought that all this was caused by the change in Joet Brown's appearance, but now it seems that there must be a deeper reason.
"Have you ever used a spell to activate it?"
The principal frowned and was somewhat worried about Joet Brown's current condition.
"If not, I can still give you some advice while I am here."
Joet Brown bit his lip lightly, bringing out a trace of sweet and fishy blood.
His heart was filled with confusion, anxiety, and hesitation.
He didn't dare immerse his mind in the desolate darkness as he had done in the past.
The cane swung in the air, and a cool feeling reached Joet Brown's forehead.
“Calm down, use your soul to touch it, understand it, conquer it, and embrace it.
In essence, all power has no stance or definition. The key is who is the master of that power.
A sword can be used to kill innocent people, but it can also be used to protect those behind you who you want to protect."
Choate Brown stared at the principal with his scarlet eyes and said helplessly,
“Can I do this
Can I, who is neither human nor ghost, do this?"
The principal nodded heavily.
"I believe you, kid."
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"Holy Light, I praise you. You are the Lord who created the world, and you are the shepherd who leads the lambs. Please grant salvation to a sinner like me."
Joet Brown sang hoarsely, but the words he uttered came out against his will.
The dark power in his heart forced him to change his words. Originally, he wanted to narrate a passage from the Gospel praising the Son of God, but what he said out loud was these words of confession.
The darkness in his heart remained calm, yet seemed to be mocking Joet Brown's struggle.
"You know clearly that the so-called holy light is a lie, yet you still foolishly believe in it."
Such a sentence emerged in his mind and came out of his mouth.
"No, the Holy Light is beautiful. It is a belief that guides people to do good."
"Bullshit, then what is Azathoth
You who can recite Genesis, don't you understand what Genesis is saying?"
When Joet Brown heard this in his heart, there was a hint of struggle on his face.
He now knew the meaning behind this passage better than any other believer, but he could not say it.
The forbidden knowledge does not allow me to speak it out loud, and I can only struggle within those taboos.
The tortured soul slowly descended and sank to the bottom of the sea.
When Joet Brown opened his eyes, he grinned strangely at the principal in front of him.
“Thank you, he’s fallen.
This body is mine now."
The principal's face immediately changed when he saw this.
"Columbia, run!"
The crescent-shaped tattoo on Joet Brown's hand came to life at this moment, transforming into black magic patterns all over Joet Brown's body.
After the first rescue, Joet Brown's body had slowly lost its human features, and with magic patterns all over his body, he now looked like a demon crawling out of the abyss of purgatory.
Six crescent moons appeared in those scarlet eyes, and the crescent moons formed an incomplete circle in his pupils.
Frost began to form wherever he looked, and the first things to be affected were the magical ropes that were originally bound to him.
He struggled with his arms, and the magic ropes wrapped around his body turned into ice and shattered, then fell to the ground.
Having been given some free space to move, Joet Brown opened his arms and was about to burst into laughter.
At this time, the principal waved the cane in his hand, and an invisible but real film surrounded Joet Brown's body.
"Oh? Gravity field? Is the twenty times gravity here to help me stretch my muscles?"
With his heart filled with darkness, Jobtran easily somersaulted in the gravity field, and then stretched his muscles all over his body as if no one was around.
"Who are you?! You're not Joet Brown?!"
The principal shouted angrily, and at the same time increased the strength of the gravity field three times!
“Me? It doesn’t matter who I am, but the identity of this destined person. I have been eyeing him for a long time.
The world has forgotten who I am.
Don't think you, Merlin, can stop me, this is all my plan."
After saying this, Joe Butran fainted.
The headmaster called Merlin looked very ugly. He carefully added layer after layer of restraints on Joet Brown, making it so that even Joet Brown, who had lost his ability to move, would be unable to move after waking up.
In the sea of his heart, Joet Brown saw the darkness around him. No, it was not just darkness.
It is something far older than darkness.
"Why can the fallen ancient god, the moon god Kongs, leave such power in me?"
This question made Joet Brown's mind shudder, and with a severe feeling of dizziness, his mind regained control of his body.
When he opened his eyes, he found his body tied up like a meat dumpling by all kinds of messy spells and props.
He winked at the still alert headmaster Merlin, indicating that he was back.
But the principal frowned, not relaxing at all, and even added more seals on himself.
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"What is the darkness in your heart?"
Principal Merlin looked at Joet Brown, who did not make any attempt to struggle, and pondered in confusion.
That ancient aura was even older than what he had sensed from the gods.
It is as if it comes from the origin, from the center of the universe, a power that is so thin yet contains complexity.
At the same time, a deep malice stimulated Merlin's nerves. It was like the original sin mentioned in the Holy Light Sutra, but it was even more vicious than the original sin in the scriptures.
That kind of malice seemed to be an extremely strong and complex emotion: resentment, malice, anger, confusion and betrayal.
Various negative emotions mixed together, forming a kind of malice that made even Principal Merlin feel uncomfortable.
At the same time, a feeling of powerlessness arose in the principal's heart.
Even though he had founded Miskatonic University, a unique and protective university in the world, he did not have the slightest desire to resist such malice.
In his long life, Merlin has witnessed the power of gods and even fought against the Old Ones who surpassed gods.
Although he was filled with fear when fighting against the Old Ones, he had never felt this kind of terror that went straight to the source.
The changes in Jobtron were undoubtedly caused by the fallen god, the moon god, Kongs, but Merlin had a deep suspicion.
"Is it possible that the appearance of the Moon God Kongs this time was also deliberately planned by a higher-level being?"
This thought lingered in the mind of Principal Merlin. He seemed to see a huge spider web, and he was watching helplessly on the web, waiting for the patient hunter to swallow him up.