High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2111: Chapter 332: Pig Head

Near noon, Dylan was the first to crawl out of the coffin and left the dormitory to attend the winter solstice luncheon.

Zheng Qing also didn’t understand why a large group of lunar beings would choose to hold a banquet at midday. He privately speculated that it might be to capture the initial chill of the winter solstice, to show their defiance against this time period?

A little later, the fat wizard, unsatisfied with the manuscript even after revising it three times, finally lost patience, tossed aside the feather pen, hastily folded the parchment, stuffed it into his chest, and went to the campus newspaper editorial office.

As for Doctor Xiao, he had stayed in the library since the morning class and didn’t even return for lunch. This left the young cost student, who wanted to share the fun of frog meat dumplings with him, feeling quite regretful.

For a while, the only ones left in dorm room 403 were Zheng Qing, the fat cat, and those carefree little sprites. The young cost student patiently and tenaciously worked on his homework for an entire afternoon. As dusk fell, he couldn’t suppress the anxiety in his heart, pulled out the warm ampoule bottle he had been holding, and sniffed the restless transformation potion inside through the glass.

This was his sixth time turning into a cat this week.

In fact, Zheng Qing felt he could already transform on his own without the ampoule bottle—like the potion in his hand, though it was past its expiration date, it didn’t affect his ability to draw some kind of ’conviction’ from the bottle.

The reason he hadn’t discarded it was actually a form of path dependence. This is an inevitable negative consequence for anyone practicing magic through magic potions, similar to the long and arduous process of a baby weaning off a pacifier.

Before long, the black cat appeared under the cat fruit tree.

At this moment, there weren’t many fruits on the tree, but there were a few figures chasing and playing under it. Sensing the black cat’s presence from above, the cats below sighed in disappointment and climbed onto their respective branches.

The black cat did not understand the rationale behind this internal behavior of the cat group or when it originated. It just lay on its throne, resting its head on one paw, extending its claws on the other paw, carving scratches representing ’waiting’ into the rough and flat throne.

It waited until the moon was high in the sky and the fruits filled the branches, but it did not get the result it wanted.

The white cat didn’t come today.

But unexpectedly, the wizard wearing the white mask arrived. Upon seeing the figure of the Sin Bearer, the black cat silently calculated in its heart and suddenly realized—it was Saturday again.

The transparent person had no sense of time.

”You’re here pretty early today!”

The wizard with the white mask waved at the black cat on the tree. His figure flickered and appeared on a nearby branch, provoking an angry whir from the furballs on that finger-thick branch.

The black cat glanced at him, flicked its ears in response.

”Today marks your seventh test of the Seven Sins, and it’s the last test from the club for you.”

The Sin Bearer didn’t mind the black cat’s rudeness, and his tone carried a bit of sentiment: ”Unknowingly, another two months have passed... Where did my time go... Truly terrifying the speed at which life accelerates... I wonder how those beings who see a millennium in a dream and a ’Ten Thousand Years in a Blink’ perceive the relationship between life and time.”

Zheng Qing had heard of the concept of life acceleration before.

From the moment a person is born, life begins to accelerate. Because the initial speed is very low, childhood days seem to pass slowly. But the older you get, the longer you live, the faster life passes due to acceleration, until one day when you suddenly look back, you’ll be surprised to find that a year in adulthood seems shorter than a month in childhood.

This concept originated from classical magic theory, and it’s now rarely cited by wizards, as in some situations, this concept can lead to paradoxes.

Just like now.

When the Sin Bearer uttered this term, the black cat’s lying ears perked up involuntarily, its restless carving paw stopped, and it silently calculated for a moment.

It then realized it had only been at the First University for a year and a half—considering the excitement and experiences, this year and a half far exceeded the first eighteen years of its life.

In other words, during this year and a half, its life acceleration was negative, not positive.

But on a smaller scale, like this week, as a transparent person, Zheng Qing’s life acceleration turned positive again because without any perception, a week just passed.

”Time... Tsk... Truly a fascinating concept.”

The black cat murmured, shook its head, and finally gave up pondering this profound and complex topic, its gaze falling to the base of the tree: ”That pighead is my examiner today?”

”Pighead?” The wizard with the white mask craned his neck to look below the tree and immediately greeted cheerfully: ”Good evening, Beelzebub!”

”It’s not good at all,” came a muffled reply from below.

The black cat noticed that the muffled voice wasn’t due to the ’Beelzebub’ below having a poor voice quality, but because he was gnawing on a whole roast chicken while speaking, his mouth was fully stuffed.

It gave him an inexplicable sense of deja vu.

Yet at the same time, it was very sure that this guy in front of it wasn’t Xin Fat Man, because the fat wizard knew its identity.

”The ’Greed’ in the Seven Sins, codename ’Beelzebub’, mask is a pighead.” The Sin Bearer gave a very procedural introduction to the black cat beside him, while also making a sarcastic remark: ”Actually, he prefers a fly mask... But everyone opposes having a swarm of buzzing flies in the meeting room, so as a compromise, he was allowed to eat in the meeting room instead.”

As the person and the cat on the tree spoke in hushed tones.

Below the tree, the pighead wizard holding the roast chicken was craning his neck, carefully scrutinizing the sleek and shiny-furred black cat, his eyes filled with greed as if he was eyeing a piece of savory braised meat.

This made it feel a bit uncomfortable and somewhat annoyed. It simply propped itself up and jumped down from the tree.

The Sin Bearer also landed beside it.

”Did you tell him to diet last week?” The pighead wizard finished licking a bone, casually slipped it into his bosom, and finally spoke clearly: ”Why do I think this cat doesn’t look like it’s been hungry for three days.”

”Diet? Three days of hunger?” The black cat, full of question marks, tilted its head to look at the Sin Bearer.

The wizard with the white mask exaggeratedly patted his forehead: ”Oh no, my bad, my bad... Last week everyone was in a rush to join the big parade, and in the hurry, I forgot about this!”

Saying so, he very deftly bowed ninety degrees to the black cat: ”Beelzebub asked me before to remind you, that being hungry for a few days would help with today’s test... But I forgot, my apologies.”

”What kind of test requires a hungry cat to participate?” The black cat asked, bewildered, looking at Beelzebub.

The wizard wearing the pighead mask instead responded with a question: ”Did you also join last week’s parade? How did it feel? Did you burn any scarecrows?”