High School of Demon Hunting

Chapter 2886: Chapter 1106: Six Fingers and the Black Snail

Splash.

Splashing.

Buji Island’s west coast outside a promontory.

A beautiful coral reef cliff stretches for kilometers outside the promontory, the raging waves crashing against the rocks, sending furious roars and creating endless sprays of white foam.

Elder Ruoyu’s silhouette silently appears atop the white lighthouse surrounded by rocks, standing within the stone railing, leaning on his wolf-head magic wand, frowning as he gazes into the seemingly chaotic depths of the sea.

He had been to the seaside before, only to enter that office, and after seeing the higher and further scenery, he seemed to rarely pay attention to the sights within reach.

In memory, beneath the white tower used to be a sea like emerald, with crystal-clear splashes, where fish could be seen swimming among the swaying seaweed in shallow waters, gradually descending into deeper hues, blending layer upon layer until transformed into an endless deep blue.

But now.

Where once the sea should have been deep blue, it has turned a shade of dark green-black, mixed with a profound gray-white, resembling large murky jelly, not matching the picture in memory at all.

”It’s really ugly.”

The Vice Dean of the First University muttered, looking at the huge ’jelly’ in front of him, shaking his head slightly as he added, ”—Ugly and dirty. It wasn’t like this originally.”

Then he turned his head, looking to his side, calmly inquiring, ”—So, what are you here for? Don’t tell me you made this mess. Shi Hui will kill you.”

A sudden shadow appeared beside him at some unknown time.

It’s an elderly wizard with sallow skin.

He wears a soft-pointed old-school wizard hat, the wrinkles on the hat mirroring those on his face, along with large bags under his eyes, making one feel a sense of aged fatigue upon first glance.

Hearing Elder Ruoyu’s ’friendly’ greeting.

The uninvited guest switched the black-covered law book from his right hand to his left hand, then raised his six-fingered right hand, politely tugging at the brim of his wizard hat.

”Good afternoon, Mr. Vice Dean.”

The President of the Dark Council greeted amiably, as if he hadn’t heard Elder Ruoyu’s threat: ”—If I say I’m just passing by, do you believe me?”

Ruoyu tilted his head slightly, rare sarcasm showing on his usually unperturbed face.

”Passing by? At this time?”

He looked up at the still sunless sky, laughing coldly: ”Out of 365 days a year, 100 years is 36,500 days. In my memory, the last time the sun disappeared on Buji Island like this was 300 years ago... Out of 100,000 days, you neither come early nor late, but choose today, then tell me you just happen to be passing by? Do you think as long as you don’t violate that covenant, you can do whatever you want?”

After the Battle of the Black Prison, according to the agreement between the two legends, Six Fingers could leave with the members of the Dark Council, but they had to hand over their researched Forbidden Curse—now perfected by the academy and used on ’Primordial’ and ’Taiyi,’ known as Jiuyou’s ode—moreover, the Dark Council needed to sign relevant covenants, being deprived of further researching Forbidden Curses while making stipulations on the Dark Council’s personnel composition and their rights and obligations with the Alliance.

Strictly speaking, the President of the Dark Council appearing here today hasn’t violated any agreements.

But just as laws evolve, there’s always the concept of ’unwritten rules.’

Sometimes, things not written in black and white can’t be done either.

This is called convention.

Six Fingers’ expression grew more bitter.

”The sun turning out this way really has nothing to do with me—”

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”—So, was it you who turned the sun into this?”

On another side of Buji Island, Old Yao crouched on the shore, seriously asking the black snail slowly crawling past his feet on the beach, ”Why did you do this?”

Before coming north, Old Yao thought he was really going to encounter a big figure descending from the starry sky.

But after following that scent for half a day, all he found was this black snail—he immediately recognized the origin of this fellow, as the rebel Nicolas who swallowed a Xuanhuang Fruit during the Battle of the Black Prison.

As the black snail that bit off the Sea Demon King’s remnants, indirectly helping the Sea Demon King ascend as an Ancient Being, it had received protection from a big figure after the war and escaped the First University’s reckoning, fleeting the battlefield.

”—Since you’ve escaped, why come back?”

Old Yao sat cross-legged beside the black snail, biting his pipe, speaking earnestly: ”But speaking of it, after betraying Nicolas, the Starry Sky is definitely unreachable. The New World is also tough. Counting the options, this is the only safe spot. But since you want a peaceful life, why on earth devour our sun?”

The black snail seemed like a genuine snail, completely ignoring the Dean of Jiuyou Academy’s monologue, slowly and silently crawling past, covered in fine sand.

Old Yao clacked his pipe against his lips, blowing a puff of dense smoke towards the snail.

To his surprise, the black snail seemed unaware, like a true mollusk, allowing the blue smoke to engulf it, yet continuing to crawl slowly until it emerged from the haze.

Old Yao shook his head.

He stretched out his finger, drawing a deep groove in front of the black snail.

A faint gray spell light flickered uncertainly within the groove.

”—If you truly wish to be a snail, you can carelessly crawl across.” The smile on his face faded, his tone becoming slightly cooler.

The black snail finally halted before the groove.

Probing its antennae forward, it tentatively reached into the groove.

Fizz.

Like flesh doused in acid.

Tiny sparks instantly burst from the tips of its antennae, raising a cloud of black smoke. Almost simultaneously, Buji Island’s offshore skies suddenly fell with hundreds of intersecting lightning bolts, while large swathes of dense black mist rose from the sea.

The black snail wisely turned in another direction, attempting to avoid the groove.

This time, Old Yao didn’t speak again, instead grabbing his pipe and smashing it directly onto the snail’s shell.

Bam!

Rumble!

Offshore skies sounded consecutive muffled thunder, endless. Occasionally, lightning flashed across, illuminating half the sky. In the dense black mist on the sea, faintly visible were two colossal figures facing off.

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Knock knock!

Rumble—

Thunder rumbling from afar mixed with a distinct knocking sound, echoing outside the Sakura Pub.

Behind the bar, Korma looked toward the entrance in surprise, not knowing who would knock on her door at such a sensitive time.