These first-year freshmen who were about to join the club chatted with each other, and unknowingly, they mentioned that they had been suppressed and bullied by other campus forces, and they were indignant.

"The people of the Society of Everything are really too much! In the entire academy, are they the only ones who can sell extraordinary items? ”

"The teachers at the academy don't care about us at all. I reported to Professor Onyx what the Green Moss Sisters were doing in the restroom, accusing them of violating the New Student Protection Regulations. Onyx taught her, and she actually asked me to mind less about other people's business. Can't she see the blood and the burnt hair? (whimper)"

"Will the teachers and principals really help us? The Transcendent Realm is too small, there are tens of thousands of people in the world, and there are so many in a small town. They are all relatives and friends from a family, a religious order, and a secret society. Even father, son, mother and daughter! Even if you are willing to help us, how much can you do......"

"I heard that Mr. Cangxingshi's father and mother are both students of the elementary school. Hahaha, children are teachers, parents are students. If her own parents have broken the rules, will she punish her parents fairly? ”

"The condition for joining the Accardo Dragonblood Society is to lick the shoes of the old members and then pour a barrel of inferior wine from them. I died of alcohol poisoning in order to join the association, and I was resurrected in the school hospital, leaving the sequelae, and I didn't dare to confess them. Hahahaha, why am I so cowardly, if I could be stronger, I would make every bastard who poured me wine, pay. ”

"Actually, the academy is already the best part of the entire supernatural society. No matter how arrogant the students are, they don't dare to violate the school rules frequently. Most of the teachers are really good, but they have concerns when they administer justice. You won't know how bad it is until you leave the academy and join a secret society or work for an organization affiliated with the World Occult Council......"

"The World Supernatural Council, hehehe, it's just a village committee, a total of tens of thousands of people, arrogant like this! The school spirit of the academy will become like this, the supernatural world will be garbage like this, and nine out of ten is the problem of that group of bureaucrats who eat vegetarian food! ”

"I used to be an ordinary person, but last year I happened to have a spiritual awakening and contact with the extraordinary. Everyone in the class called me a prickly, and they avoided me when I ate in the cafeteria. Vermouth, I want to join, I want power, I want them to know that in the transcendent world, only strength is true. ”

“……”

And so it was, just as Professor Black Amber and I had speculated...... Russell listened to the discussion of the freshmen, did not join in their discussion, but his heart sank.

The association behind Nocturne, most likely the Red Order of Chaos, or its overtly white gloves, is recruiting new recruits everywhere.

The most suitable targets for development are the freshmen who have not been able to join any forces after enrollment, or even have been oppressed by these forces; There is also a new student like myself who comes from an ordinary family, has an unexpected spiritual awakening and is exposed to the extraordinary, and lacks a background.

These two are often the same kind of people.

"Woohoo." Russell heard a faint crying sound from his mobile phone, and pointed the phone to his ear, which was the sound of wind chimes, "These freshmen are so miserable." Are you like them, Russell? Is there a way we can help them? ”

"Yes, when I become a fifth-grade powerhouse and slaughter all the world's transcendent realms, there will be tens of thousands of people anyway. When everyone dies, everyone is equal and there is no suffering. Russell whispered.

"Huh?" On the screen, the wind chimes looked confused.

"I casually said that there are still a lot of flaws and room for improvement in this method." Russell said lightly.

The wind chime was silent for a long time and said:

"I think you're a little too extreme."

The man in black, whose fake name is Vermouth and has a reddish nose, looked at his watch:

"Wait a little longer, there are still 40 minutes before the party starts, and there are still a few students who want to join our association who have not come."

The crowd waited a little longer.

The red glow was extinguished, the twilight was four, and the night covered the sky, and the sky was full of stars, twinkling with silent whispers.

Vermouth cast a "create" spell, and it took a moment to construct a bonfire out of thin air. The crackling fire and the evening breeze play in unison.

A few more scattered students came to this quiet and uninhabited woodland. The number of new students who tried to join the mysterious society reached more than a dozen.

When the last student came to the woods, Russell and the boy in a delicate little dress recognized each other.

Black Feather!

"Black Feather Ling, I was also invited by my nocturne classmates?"

"Russell, you too."

Russell was a little surprised, but after thinking about it, he felt that this was not surprising at all.

"Well, I hope Black Feather doesn't pass the entrance assessment." Russell silently expects.

Vermouth opened her hands and made a hug gesture as she announced to the freshmen:

"Tonight, the bonfire party that belongs to you, the preparatory members of the Wonton Club, starts now! As long as you can pass the assessment in the future, you will have the opportunity to join our wonton club. ”

Ravioli will? Russell frowned slightly, thinking that the name was strange, like some kind of food organization.

Ravioli will? In the mobile phone, the spirit salivary glands of the female ghost wind chime began to secrete spirit saliva.

Nocturne pulls out bowl after bowl of fragrant, steaming wontons from the storage ring, drives the ghosts, and makes the ravioli fly in front of every freshman.

"Wonton is a kind of traditional folk noodle dish that originated in China, and it has differentiated into dumplings in the process of evolution...... for fear that some students don't know what it is, but Vermouth patiently introduced it.

So, everyone happily enjoyed the ravioli.

The wind chimes quickly got on the ghost and possessed Russell, sharing Russell's sense of taste.

Russell chewed the wontons one bite at a time, feeling the beauty of the big and thin skin of the wonton filling, and was a little dazed.

He originally thought that the secret association behind Nocturne, the front association suspected of being Chaos Red, would have a more pleasant and mysterious name.

Does it turn out to be a food club that appreciates ravioli?

"Russell Russell, this meat is the troll meat we have eaten before." The possessed gourmand wind chimes tasted out.

It's still fresh wontons packed from the cafeteria. Russell became more and more speechless, and he remembered that there were indeed ravioli sold in the cafeteria.

In order to prevent someone from drugging himself, Russell only symbolically took a few random bites.

In the case of a strong contract spirit, Russell will inherit a small amount of undead traits, and the effectiveness of ordinary drugs and toxins will be much less effective on him.

Nocturne lowered her head, her bangs covered the upper half of her face, looked at the dozen or so freshmen who were eating with relish, and chuckled:

"It's very fragrant, can you feel the greatness of the sacrament? Feel the beauty of the meat?

"The taste of meat contains the most universal truth in the world. Think about it, we are the ones who eat meat, and the animals that provide it are slaughtered and become our meal.

"This is the gap between us and those animals, this is the gap between strength and ability, and the species that are capable are destined to become eaters, and the species that are incapable are left to the slaughter. It's not about morality, that's one of the things that the world itself does. ”

Well, while what you say makes a lot of sense, the trolls who provided the meat aren't dead yet, and they're still fiercely arguing online...... Russell's face darkened, and he resisted the urge to complain.

Suddenly, a mutation occurred.

Behind the nocturne, a pale and hazy humanoid figure emerged, arms raised high, and a strange song was whispered.

The song is ethereal and cascading, gentle and tactful, reminiscent of a mother's mouth humming a lullaby.

The bonfire doubled with a thud, flickering and fluttering in some strange melodic rhythm, like a beautiful candlelight.

Wrong!

Russell, whose mental resistance is different from ordinary people, was suddenly shocked.

It's hypnosis!

Nocturne, the pale, vague spirit of the contract, is hypnotizing all the new life.

(End of chapter)