"Uh, I don't know? I never thought about it. The black cat scratched her cat's cheek.

"I have reason to suspect that the inventors of these curses invented such strange curses in order to trick the prince and princess into kissing." Russell speculated, "If these curses were more common, it would be necessary to advise the royal families of small countries to canonize more princes and princesses to be responsible for the work of unraveling curses." ”

Speaking of which, Russell has a new idea:

"I felt like I could invent a new curse, and the only way to solve it was to send $100 million to Russell's account."

Yes? The black cat squinted and didn't comment on it.

After browsing all the above 5 main supernatural abilities in his mind, plus some other dark sorcery knowledge, Russell couldn't help but sigh that the abilities provided by the dark magic knowledge scroll are very practical and powerful, but he doesn't know if it will mutate because of his mutant talent.

It's no wonder that the third year is a stage of qualitative change, and the magic ability has suddenly increased a lot, especially with the addition of lethal means such as "death ray", and he is finally no longer a deformed mage who only controls spells and has no output!

"So, Russell-san, can you start trying to use black magic?"

Professor Black Amber, who had been waiting on the lawn for a long time, urged.

"Okay." Russell nodded slightly.

Although he only absorbed the knowledge on the scroll, and did not really master the corresponding spell, he could not exert the full power of the spell, but with Russell's current spiritual level and attainments in the realm of necromancy, as long as he had the corresponding knowledge, he could forcibly channel the spiritual energy, showing a weakened version of the corresponding extraordinary ability.

Although the power is greatly reduced, Russell is not here to fight anyway, but just wants to try how powerful the negative emotions are to perform the dark arts.

Russell gently raised his right hand in a relaxed posture, and his fingertips lingered in the thick darkness, as if from the deepest lightless night.

Exhaustion Ray!

The negative emotions required by this spell are dissatisfaction, resentment, and depression that accumulate in the heart, and Russell half-squinted his eyes, trying to recall all kinds of unhappy things, and brew corresponding emotions in his heart.

One thing after another that saddened Russell flashed through his mind.

The black cat's amber eyes reflected the boy's gradually changing face - from the originally calm and cold face to a face full of gloom.

Professor Black Amber's heart rose to his throat.

The first time you use black magic is a crucial moment for many students, and not every student can accept and control the shadow in their hearts. Many of the future fallen Dark Mages have shown themselves differently when they first used the Dark Arts!

Russell felt that his heart was getting heavier and heavier, and his depressed emotions were hoarded in his heart as if he were materialized, bringing a very distinct sense of foreign body, as if a monster had forcibly lived in his heart.

Wait a minute!

"Boy, what's going on with you? You okay? The Demon King, who lived in Russell's heart, asked.

It's no wonder that I always feel a foreign body in my heart, because there really is something here...... Russell was relieved.

The shadow that lingered between Russell's fingers became more and more intense, as if it had condensed into a substantial liquid, finally reaching a point where it could be released.

"I see, there are probably so many negative emotions that a ray of exhaustion requires."

Russell bowed his head slightly, carefully feeling his psychological state, and had a quantitative understanding of the negative emotions needed to release the dark arts.

According to Russell's newly acquired occult knowledge, with the exception of the death ray, which required more extreme hatred, the other dark arts required negative emotions were similar or less to the extent of exhaustion rays.

"Kid, try to unleash this black magic later." Professor Black Amber was on the sidelines to instruct.

Russell pointed his index finger to the sky, completely releasing the darkness accumulated in his heart, as if a torrent had broken a dam or a volcano burst, and the pent-up emotions were completely released.

A black ray shot out of Russell's fingertips, soared into the sky, and vanished.

"Okay, kid, can you try to control the demon in your heart?" Professor Black Amber wanted to ask this, but suddenly remembered that Russell really had a demon in his heart, so he changed his words:

"Okay, kid, can you try to harness the shadow in your heart? Do you feel that these negative emotions have a big impact on you? ”

Russell lowered his head and began to calculate the area of his psychological shadow.

The calculation found that the area of my psychological shadow was zero.

"Professor, I feel surprisingly good now, and I can't say how happy I am."

Russell's face was flushed, and the young man's delicate face was ruddy and full of color. He only feels that he is in a very happy mood now, except that he is still happy.

Even the surrounding environment became cute in Russell's eyes, and every passing college student looked so amiable that people couldn't help but have the idea of making friends, and even the little black cat on the ground became clear-eyed.

Because he was so happy, Russell hummed a cheerful little song.

The Demon King, who lives in Russell's heart, also feels the change in his living environment:

"Boy, what did you just do? Why is the atmosphere in your heart different, and I feel so happy for some reason? ”

Professor Black Amber looked at Russell, who was happily humming a tune, and was extremely stunned, and his amber pupils dilated violently:

"Russell, what's the matter with you?"

Russell thought for a moment and replied:

"I think it's probably because the energy of black magic comes from the negative emotions in my heart, and after I released the black magic, I consumed the negative energy in my heart, and there was only love, peace and joy left in my heart, so I was very happy and full of love for life."

"This, this, this...... What the hell is this? The black cat's jaw dropped as he heard such a logical answer.

Russell also noticed that Professor Black Amber's expression was not quite right, and asked:

"Wouldn't it be like this after someone else had done the dark arts?"

"If other people release black magic and their hearts are only full of love and joy, then aren't all dark magic masters all good people with bright hearts and positive hearts?"

"Isn't that what the other dark mages are like?" Russell shrugged his shoulders, "Actually, I think a lot of the villains in the story are career freaks who are positive and love their work. ”

The black cat couldn't help but cover his face:

"It seems that the dark arts have also changed because of your talent."

In the time that followed, Russell tried the weakened versions of other dark magic in front of Professor Black Amber, and was convinced that every time he released black magic, he had the same effect on Russell.

After a series of experiments, Russell's heart was filled with light and hope, and he had an endless love of life, bathed in bright sunshine and greeted everyone he met warmly.

Russell, who had just finished his experiment and said goodbye to Professor Black Amber, saw Subway and Clara running towards him.

"Haha, I've been promoted to the early third grade." In Russell's eyes, Subway, which looked particularly cute today, said happily:

"I'm now a true occult craftsman and can craft transcendent objects."

"Now that you have become a transcendent craftsman, you have to be careful of the group of people from the Wanwu Society, who have been trying to gather all the transcendent craftsmen in the entire academy into their own hands." Russell kindly reminded.

Subway then said:

"If you get your hands on any high-value supernatural materials, you can entrust me with making them into supernatural objects. For example, the corpse of a powerful and transcendent creature is the perfect material. ”

I don't know when the ghost wind chime that ran out of the phone and appeared next to Russell was shocked: "Could it be that those extraordinary items we saw before were all made from the corpses of dead students?" ”

This terrifying thought scared the wind chimes all over the body.

"Wind chimes, that's good, you're already a mature female ghost, and you know how to scare yourself." Russell gave a thumbs up and praised the wind chimes that looked particularly cute today.

Subway deliberately lowered his voice and said in a ghostly tone:

"That's right, except for consumables like charms, which are made from the blood of the corresponding students, every transcendent item that can be used multiple times is made from the corpse of a college student.

"For example, if you want to make a glove that can release dark magic, you need to kill the third-year students of the Necromantic and Life Department, using the palms and hearts of the deceased as materials......"

Seeing that the wind chimes were so frightened by Subway that they screamed, Russell smiled and comforted the wind chimes, "He was joking with you." ”

Subway also put away the eerie tone of telling ghost stories, and changed back to its original sunny and generous attitude:

"It's a joke indeed. In fact, it only needs the students of the corresponding major and grade to assist the craftsmen on the side, and it is not really necessary to kill them. ”

"And it's not that the academy can't revive students." Russell added.

Wind Chime was so angry that he slammed Subway with his fist, although every fist pierced through it, but it had no effect.

Looking at the appearance of the wind chimes, Russell suddenly felt a sigh in his heart.

When the wind chime was still alive, it was probably not a girl with such extreme emotions, but after being transformed into a ghost, various emotions were amplified.

Of course, maybe it was like this in life, who knows?

Russell looked at the silent and shy Clara again. Miss Clara today is extraordinarily beautiful, every tentacle and every eyeball is so beautiful in the sun:

"How's it going, Clara, you've mastered the supernatural abilities of memetics pretty well, right?"

Subway, who had already communicated with Clara just now, replied in a statement that seemed to come from fantasy before Clara:

"Clara's racial bloodline power seems to have awakened, and after being promoted to the third grade, she used the power of the bloodline to help break through and directly promoted to the late third grade!"

Skipping directly to the late third grade, and even overtaking in front of me! Russell gave Clara a surprised look.

It's the ruler of the old days.

"That's right, maybe I do have some talent in the field of mind and illusion." Clara shyly removed the tentacles that connected the eyeballs.

At this time, only the familiar voice of the immature boy came:

"Hey, the three of you have been promoted, if you have time, I will take you to visit the Higher Institute now, and introduce the situation of the Higher Academy."

(End of chapter)