High School of Demon Hunting

30: Chapter 30: Rebirth in Tears_1

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Every fallen wizard has been through a struggle of despair.

Nikita vaguely remembers the first time she tore open a wizard’s throat.

At that time, she was wandering at the end of the Nile River, with the scorching sun baking the earth mercilessly.

The sand beneath her feet felt like a swamp, pulling her forcefully into the dark depths.

A young wizard had been tailing her for over a month.

Hunters always have endless patience with their prey.

He would watch her from afar as she stumbled and staggered through the desert.

She hadn’t eaten anything in a week.

The demon blood transformed her completely, from her body to her psyche.

The food of wizards, or humans, when eaten, would be violently rejected.

Only blood could be accepted by a demon’s body.

While animal flesh could stave off hunger, the more she ate, the stronger the sensation of starvation.

Every upright being seemed like a moving candy, giving off a tempting sweet scent.

She resisted this desire.

So she fled deep into the desert.

Except for the ugly insects, there was not a single human in sight.

Except for the wizard who was following her from a distance.

Lying on her back in the scorching sand, Nikita looked at the endless blue sky, unfocused.

The insects of the desert were extraordinarily resilient, their robust exoskeletons concealing sulfuric bodily fluids.

These fluids burned her tender lips and irritated her mouth and tongue.

But what truly ravaged her was the young wizard’s loud curses.

She knew this was a common tactic among hunters.

Wizards corrupted by demons would become mentally fragile, easily driven to madness and irrational behavior under stimulation.

When she was at the First University, she was among the best of them.

The young wizard was not far away.

Nikita turned her head, looking at him with slightly reddened eyes.

Such a handsome young man.

A sense of bewilderment washed over her.

If they were still in the academy, such attention from her would have made him blush and become flustered.

But now, the young man would only warily watch her, open his law book, ready to throw a Thunder Curse at her head at any moment.

There was no going back.

She looked back at the sky and closed her eyes.

From nearby came the young man’s short screams, accompanied by the heavy thud of a body hitting the ground.

Nikita struggled to sit up.

Beside the sand dune, an old man wrapped in a black, broad robe was looking at her with crimson eyes.

“He’s dead.” The old man’s voice was dry and hoarse, like a chilly wind blowing through a dry forest.

He raised his slender cane from under his robe, pointing at the body lying in front of him.

Nikita hesitated for a moment, then rolled over to the young wizard’s side and touched his neck.

The pulse had indeed disappeared.

The old man kindly stroked her head, as if petting a puppy.

He lifted the iron spike-like cane in his hand and pierced the dead wizard’s neck.

Blood seeped out softly from the black hole, emitting an enticing aroma.

Just like the black bread she used to receive from the old trickster.

Nikita bowed her head and began to suck.

Then, she sobbed, tore open his throat, and began to drink deeply.

After that, she had a new teacher.

He was a staff member of the Witch Demon King, and the old man asked her to call him The Duke Ulrich.

The Duke led her out of the Sahara and back to the Demon King’s territory.

Days passed, and Nikita had seemingly become accustomed to the life of a witch demon.

However, in the eyes of other demons, she became a disgrace to Teacher Ulixi.

Because she only ate dead wizards.

“Take your time, don’t rush, everyone started like this.” The old Duke would always comfort her like this.

Not until Zhou came to the Demon King’s land.

Faced with the hostile demon companions, Nikita discovered that she still couldn’t face a wizard’s death directly.

So, she fled once again with the little witch.

Now, aboard the Mist Ship, with nowhere left to run, Nikita felt an unexpected sense of relief.

Perhaps that was what Teacher Ulysses truly intended.

A demon that has fallen into darkness can only survive by drifting deeper.

Memories flicker just for a moment.

Yet, they remain etched in the heart as if eternal.

Nikita knelt at the captain’s feet, expressionless, her red eyes sparkling brightly in the dark.

“Please let me stay on the ship.”

The captain of the Mist Ship sat quietly behind the table, in front of him was the wooden bowl that once held ‘memories.’ The bowl contained the little witch’s brain, looking like a succulent peach, the white flesh smeared with pink juice.

The captain’s black stinger rapidly probed the folds of the brain, strands of violet fog, snake-like, slipped into his nostrils.

After a while.

The succulent peach slowly lost its shine, revealing its grayish core.

“Although you’ve offered a sacrifice and boarded my ship, that doesn’t imply you can stay onboard.” The captain’s gentle voice drifted lazily, “So, you need to give me a compelling reason.”

Nikita stayed silent for a few seconds.

“I want to live!” she said, gritting her teeth.

“Ha!” The captain’s lips curved, glancing with keen interest at the witch in front of him, a mysterious sparkle in his dark red eyes: “That’s a good reason, but it’s just not enough.”

“I can infiltrate the premiere university’s voyage,” Nikita claimed with unusual calm.

This was the secret shared only between her and the boy with emerald eyes.

When she revealed this secret, her past-self was completely severed.

Indeed, completely severed.

The past Nikita had just perished, the one standing here now was Nikita Zhou.

The captain toyed with the black stinger, staring absently out the window.

The setting sun’s afterglow painted a layer of tempting jam onto the ocean, the dark blue sky looked like a huge tablecloth, covering this massive cake.

Many intriguing details had flowed out of the little witch’s memory.

Deep in the distant Silent Forest, in the black hole-like prison, an ancient tree had sprouted new buds.

This was a massive incident.

But the premiere university merely appointed a dean to guard the Black Prison.

In the captain’s memory, at least a vice-chancellor level high-ranking mage from the premiere university would be assigned to guard the tree when it bloomed.

This implied that some interesting changes have taken place in the premiere university.

The captain lifted his head, looking gently at Nikita, “If you can get on that voyage, then by all means, go ahead.”

Nikita slowly nodded.

“If there’s nothing else, go help upstairs.

Tell them, we’re heading north.”

Nikita did not leave immediately.

The captain silently watched her.

“I want her.” Nikita stared at the shriveled peach in the wooden bowl on the table.

This was the last relic of the little witch, Zhou, left in this world.

“What a strange request.” The captain agreed shaking his head.

Clasping the withered brain, Nikita bowed her head gently, quickly leaving this dark world behind.