The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1186 - 354: Void Realm Theory (3)

It's a pity that this insight doesn't really mean anything.

Because the desire to become "Transcendent" is the most widespread popular belief in this world and it's an order born before the First Epoch.

Don't think that the villagers of Pompeii Village seem unstructured, they are all within the system, so the first target of Hecajelin's madness was them, rather than bothering the Mage Tower or the Lord.

However, Luo Yan also admitted that Leo's choice was a kind of transparency. In a situation where nothing can be changed, "lying flat" is also a wise choice.

As long as one does not harbor ambitions beyond their capacity, they won't be instigated by people like him to run around aimlessly, whether in Hell or the Empire, there's a chance to live a leisurely life.

Although this doesn't align with his interests.

"Won't you reconsider? This is your dream." Finic placed a hand on Leo's shoulder, earnestly asking one last question.

Leo nodded, his eyes unprecedentedly serious, gripping the hand resting on his shoulder.

"I've thought about it for a long time."

"Wish you all achieve your dreams."

...

Leo's decision to leave made the atmosphere of the "Dream Chaser" team increasingly heavy. The remaining three stood at the entrance of the camp, looking confused.

"Mr. Colin," Finic adjusted his emotions, stepped forward, and said to Luo Yan, "we plan to first go to the adventurer guild to cancel the task, and then... head to the tavern to celebrate last night's victory and bid farewell to Leo. Would you like to join us?"

Luo Yan looked at the young people with mixed feelings, smiled, and shook his head: "You go ahead, I'm a bit tired and want to rest for a while."

Being around would only make them feel constrained, besides he wasn't very familiar with them, just random encounters during the journey.

Finic nodded, cautiously continuing.

"Alright, then... shall we meet at the tavern entrance tomorrow morning? We've agreed to go to the border registration together, you remember, right?"

"Of course, have fun." Luo Yan agreed with a nod.

Jubilantly awake just a while ago, Taufu was eager to give them some ideas, like finding the girls in furry coats in the camp to do what they love doing the most.

This little imp was quite amusing, ridiculing the hairless monkeys who were in mating seasons all year round, yet he himself was clearly intrigued by mating in a non-academic sense.

Like a primary schooler who just learned crude jokes.

Unfortunately, due to his master's orders, he could only open his mouth to utter a long "quack".

Assuming the young dragon was bidding them farewell, Finic and the others paused, then politely nodded before dragging their heavy steps away.

Watching their desolate backs, Taufu felt frustrated, as if he had swallowed a mouthful of flies. Seeing Taufu deflate, Sarah couldn't help but smirk, her thin lips curling involuntarily.

Her sense of humor always lands in the most baffling places.

"We should depart too."

Luo Yan smiled faintly, leading Sarah and Taufu into the bustling camp and directly to his tent.

At the tent entrance, the two Clay Golems remained stationary, just as they were when Luo Yan had left.

Upon seeing their master return, they respectfully stepped aside to allow a path for the esteemed Lord Demon King.

"Sarah, I'm hungry, make me something to eat."

"Yes, Lord Demon King." Sarah took the order respectfully, carrying the slightly blanched Taufu outside, soon the sound of eggs being beaten was heard.

Seated at the table, Luo Yan casually waved his hand and the old notebook found in Hecajelin's nest appeared in his possession.

Opening the notebook, a damp ink smell mixed with a faint scent of blood wafted across.

The first part of the notebook, with clear and neat handwriting, detailed Hecajelin's study of orthodox magic knowledge at the Academic State, including Elemental Theory, Spiritual Meditation, Rune Structure, etc... The words were filled with hope and expectation for the future.

Luo Yan noticed a line of beautiful handwriting on the title page—"Dedicated to knowledge and the great magic endeavor."

Objectively speaking, her academic achievements were commendable, if neglecting compatibility issues, leading up to a level capable of successfully entering the Demon King Academy.

However, when Luo Yan turned to the latter half, the style drastically changed.

The handwriting became wild and twisted, like rampant poisonous vines, filled with various forbidden Undead Magic research, complaints over failed experiments, and vicious curses towards the Academic State. Some sections even utilized nails to scratch the paper, then smeared it with blood... At this point, she should've already been mentally deranged, and a stark contrast to the previously hopeful young individual.

Nonetheless, this notebook was indeed an excellent trophy.

The magic theories of Hell and the Empire differ, yet fundamentally they are the same, merely described with different languages and grammar for the same abstract entity.

As an outstanding graduate of the Demon King Academy and a seasoned Undead Mage, Luo Yan discerned the lethal flaws in her research at a glance—particularly about the Soul Sewing theory, which was essentially a replica of the Witch Demon's Soul Upgrade Ceremony, and an outdated replica from a thousand years ago.

Quite evidently a suicide attempt.

Conversely, Luo Yan also gained substantial first-hand information on the internal courses and knowledge system of the Academic State from the notebook.