64: Chapter 63 The Ancient King

The classroom Q&A session began shortly after.

An exceptionally beautiful female student asked in a fawning tone,

"Student Lin... excuse me, are there standard parameters for the grinding precision of Crimson Glow Ore?"

"Yes, it's all written on page forty-seven of the 'Alliance Encyclopedia of Potions'. Haven't you read it?"

"I... I have..."

"You've read it and you're still asking? Are you here to waste my time?"

The girl who asked the question almost burst into tears.

So what if she was pretty? No one spoke up for her at all.

Asking such a basic question here was simply asking for a scolding!

Song Wanqing sat in the third row, her eyes behind her reading glasses shining terrifyingly bright as she filled her notebook with dense notes.

The Vice President was also scribbling furiously.

Neither of the two big shots escaped the fate of being called out by Lin Mo.

"Little Song, you wrote the second step I just mentioned wrong. It's suppress the temperature first, then add the ingredients, not the other way around."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Song Wanqing's pen paused; she agreed repeatedly and silently crossed out the error to rewrite it.

"Little Wang, how can you be so stupid? You can't even figure out the temperature control conditions?"

"My apologies, my apologies!"

Even though Vice President Wang Jingzhe was being called 'Little Wang' by Lin Mo, he didn't dare to offer a single word of rebuttal.

Lin Yao stood by the back door, her mind already numb.

She promised herself that no matter what Lin Mo did from now on, she would never be shocked again...

Lin Mo scolded everyone present, and not one of the five hundred people dared to talk back.

Some even said "Thank you for the guidance, Teacher" after being scolded.

No matter how you looked at it, this scene was beyond ridiculous.

Suddenly.

The ground beneath their feet shook violently.

The alchemy furnace jumped two centimeters off the table.

The classroom ceiling lights swayed wildly, and debris fell from the ceiling.

The entire building let out a dull groan.

Everyone's smiles and focus froze in an instant.

"An earthquake?" Lin Yao braced herself against the doorframe.

A second tremor followed immediately.

It was even more violent than the first.

The alchemy furnace rolled directly off the table, hitting the floor with a dull metallic thud.

The sky outside the window darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It wasn't dark clouds.

It was a pitch-black mist seeping out from underground, carrying the scent of decay, spreading through the air like ink.

The Vice President's face turned white in an instant.

He stood up abruptly, knocking his chair over onto the floor.

Song Wanqing rose at the same time; her reading glasses slipped from the bridge of her nose, and she grabbed them in her hand.

The two of them exchanged a look.

The Vice President's lips moved twice; his voice was kept extremely low, but Lin Mo heard him clearly.

"The seal has loosened."

Four words.

Song Wanqing's hands began to shake.

"Impossible, it was just reinforced two years ago—"

A third vibration exploded.

An entire row of glass windows in the teaching building shattered, shards blasting outward.

Everyone present was a professional, so no one was injured.

Wang Jingzhe suddenly turned to face the crowd, his voice rising above the chaos.

"Everyone, evacuate the teaching building immediately! Run toward the West Gate! Don't look back!"

"President! What on earth is happening?" a student shouted in panic.

Song Wanqing was already rushing out, her pace far too fast for an old person with a cane.

"The Demon King's seal has loosened! Everyone leave the school immediately!"

Wang Jingzhe's expression was exceptionally grim.

Only the school's upper management knew what the loosening of the Demon King's seal meant.

It meant... the Zhang family was flipping the table!

"What?! The Demon King!!"

The last shred of order in the classroom completely collapsed.

The Demon King was a figure from 3,000 years ago, existing only in legends and rumors.

It was said that he fed on fear and took pleasure in slaughter.

Five hundred people crowded toward the two exits like madmen.

Lin Mo stood on the podium without moving.

He looked down at his right chest.

The pitch-black patterns of the Dragon Blood Soul-Devouring Curse were throbbing frantically, at a frequency more than ten times faster than usual.

It was completely different from the brief anomaly in front of the teaching building last time.

This was a continuous, violent resonance.

It was as if it were responding to something.

The Demon King... the Dragon King... could there be some connection between them?

"Interesting."

Lin Mo withdrew his gaze, picked up his Platinum Longsword, and walked toward the door.

In the plaza outside the teaching building, students fleeing for their lives surged toward the West Gate like a tide.

Then, everyone stopped.

The sky outside the school gate was completely swallowed by white mist.

It wasn't ordinary mist.

Those things were wriggling.

Billions of tiny white organisms were suspended in the air in dense clusters, looking like shredded cotton or living snowflakes.

They had no eyes and no mouths; only their grain-sized translucent bodies drifted silently in the air.

They stretched from the school gate to the end of one's vision, covering the sky and earth, endless and infinite.

The first few students who rushed to the school gate collapsed directly to the ground.

There was no struggle, no scream; they simply closed their eyes silently.

Their complexions turned pale at a visible rate, and the luster on their skin dimmed rapidly as if it were being drained away.

An upperclassman at the Second Awakening tried to release fire to disperse the white mist.

The spell was only halfway condensed when his eyelids drooped uncontrollably.

The flames died out at his fingertips, and he slumped onto the steps.

"That's White Calamity!!"

As the best university in the Alliance, there was no shortage of extremely knowledgeable experts here.

With just one glance, someone recognized what that thing actually was!

"Those are the Demon King's parasites! They pull people into dreams and devour their life force!"

The white mist was spreading into the campus at an extremely fast speed.

The first wave, the second... like a rising tide, they silently crossed the steps of the school gate, flooded over the plaza tiles, and submerged the flowerbeds and streetlights.

The way out was completely blocked.

The crowd in the plaza surged back like mad.

Trampling, pushing, and crying—hundreds of people were squeezed into a mass.

"Back to the teaching building! Quick!"

The other Vice President, Jiang Changwu, stood on a flowerbed and shouted directions loudly.

The powerful strength fluctuations of a Fifth Awakening expert spread out, giving everyone a sharp jolt!

However, something even more despair-inducing happened.

A low roar came from the direction of the teaching area.

The ground split open with a three-meter-wide crack, and a giant centipede covered in black carapace emerged from the fissure.

Its body length exceeded fifteen meters.

Level tag: LV.285.

Immediately after, the roof of the main teaching building was burst through from the inside.

A six-legged Rock Giant Ape broke through the walls, and crushed stones rained down on the fleeing crowd.

LV.192.

All over the campus, the ground cracked open one after another, and violent giant monsters burst out of the earth.

With White Calamity blocking the front and giant beasts intercepting from behind.

Tianfu University instantly turned into an Asura field.

Lin Mo stood on the steps of the pharmaceutical teaching building, watching all this.

The Dragon Blood Soul-Devouring Curse on his right chest throbbed even more violently.

That resonance frequency echoed within his body, as if something deep underground was singing in duet with his curse mark.

He looked down at the White Calamity drifting by his feet—those grain-sized white organisms were diving headfirst into his skin.

He didn't feel anything.

[Nightmare Factor in effect, you are about to fall into a 0-second sleep...]

[Nightmare Factor in effect, you are about to fall into a 0-second sleep...]

[Nightmare Factor in effect, you are about to fall into a 0-second sleep...]

Lin Mo didn't feel any drowsiness at all.

Don't ask why... go talk to my 330.5% Resilience.

The erosion of the White Calamity was a mental-level attack.

But Lin Mo's Block wasn't a picky eater.

As long as it was damage—whether physical, magical, mental, or even at the level of laws—it was all blocked.

And—

He glanced at the experience numbers flashing frantically on his retina.

The number of these microscopic White Calamity organisms was calculated in the billions.

Every single White Calamity that touched his skin triggered a Block.

The number of times he was triggering Block per second now...

Lin Mo felt like he had found the largest experience card of his life.

[Magic Armor talent triggered, gained 1,000,000 experience, talent upgraded...]

[Magic Armor talent triggered, gained 1,000,000 experience, talent upgraded...]

[Magic Armor talent triggered, gained 1,000,000 experience, talent upgraded...]

...

In less than half a minute, Lin Mo's Magic Armor talent had already leveled up by 1,000 levels!

"Lin Mo!! Lin Mo!! Help!!"

A familiar voice came from behind him.

Lin Yao was stumbling out of the teaching building.

Her eyelids were constantly drooping, and her face had already begun to turn pale—part of the White Calamity had already spread into the corridor.

Her steps grew slower and slower; her consciousness was being forcibly dragged into a deep sleep.

Through her blurred vision, she saw Lin Mo standing on the steps.

That man stood in the middle of the white mist with a calm expression, as if what was happening outside had nothing to do with him.

In her last shred of conscious awareness, Lin Yao did not hesitate.

"Protection of the Holy Angel!"

Golden light erupted from her body.

Her body transformed into a pillar of light and crashed directly into Lin Mo's chest.

Silver-white armor took shape on Lin Mo's body.

Six pure white wings unfolded from his back.

Lin Yao's phantom appeared above Lin Mo's head, her little face deathly pale, tears streaming down.

"Waaaah... Why are you still here! Let's run quickly, it's not safe here either."

Lin Mo did not run toward the teaching building.

Qin Lan had not appeared, and he didn't think it was safe there.

This happened just after he had slapped the Zhang family's face; it was hard not to suspect it was the work of the Zhangs.

He turned around, facing the direction of the school gate.

Facing that overwhelming sea of white mist.

Then he set off and walked right into it.

Lin Yao's voice got stuck in her throat.

"Wait... where are you going???"

"Wrong way! That's the wrong way!!!"