Anyway, in a whirlwind, the brief and chaotic time passed just like that. Under Angel’s strong suppression, the Magic Academy finally temporarily restored peace.
After gaining control over the entire school, Angel quickly began structural reform. Yes, it was the plan he had once discussed with the demon: delegate, delegate, delegate. Let every supporter of his hold power, and then fulfill the promises initially made to them.
As a result, those who followed him were of course jubilant. Angel was effectively indulging them to act as they pleased, endorsing their self-serving behavior...
"As a ’friend,’ I must remind you that this will have consequences. They might bring you a lot of trouble."
"Trouble like when the entire academy fell into chaos before?"
"Uh... probably not that bad."
"Then it’s fine; if there’s trouble, it can be solved."
"So what about the Vein Council? What do you think of the two Vein Councils now in your hands?"
"I mean, do you have any plans? For example, what do you intend to do with them? What do you want them to become? Actually, you’ve heard others say it too, the Vein Council is a faction, which remains influential even after graduation. Like the graduates of the Magic Academy, those who were members of the Vein Council tend to help each other based on that connection. It might even be more useful than the connection among Magic Academy graduates. Luo Ge Xian Ni has only two magical organizations, one is the Magic Academy, and the other is the Magic Tower. Almost all students graduating from the Magic Academy work in the Magic Tower. Your brother Andrew also worked there once. And the Magic Academy... since it’s the only Magic School, all magic graduates come from here. If everyone has something, it essentially means no one has it. However, the Vein Council..."
"Do you think I should join this faction?" Angel asked.
The demon hesitated and asked, "Don’t you want it?"
"Not at all." Sighing, Angel casually said, "Why would I mingle with people who have no proficiency in magic? The Vein Council is just a tool for me; once used, it’s discarded. I only need to think about how to use it to achieve my goals; what it becomes isn’t my concern."
"Alright, if that’s the case, then your decision has no issue at all. However, as a ’friend,’ I still must remind you, what you’re doing now might offend some of the veterans from the Vein Council. If I’m not mistaken, someone’s already gone to report you to those seniors. They will be hostile toward you."
"Let them come then."
"Hahahaha, alright then." The demon said with a chuckle, "How should I describe you? Brave? No, that’s not right; from a demon’s perspective, this is not bravery. Definitely not. Stubborn? That’s not right either. You’re just indifferent, cold-hearted. Forgive me for saying this, if you don’t ’wear a mask,’ most people will eventually dislike you, including those who support you."
Angel quietly looked at the demon.
The demon quietly looked back at him, smiling.
Vaguely, he suddenly saw the demon’s face evolving, slowly transforming into his own face. This startled Angel.
Once he calmed down, he found everything to be as usual. The demon was still the ugly demon, nothing had changed.
After thinking it over, Angel could only respond, "I don’t need you to tell me what to do."
Having completed the takeover of the two Vein Councils, the school returned to normal, and Angel’s life seemed to return to "normal" as well.
Everyone’s gaze at him changed; some filled with flattering smiles, some with disdain, some trying to get close to him, some trying to keep their distance. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on Nov3lFɪre.ɴet
Even while walking along the campus paths, the number of people brushing past him diminished.
He had become an unignorable presence. From afar, upon seeing him, one would either avoid him or greet him politely. Those were the only two options.
With sufficient funding and extensive authority, he began freely entering and exiting the dark section of the library, moving between various laboratories. Thanks to his power, he could even access resources from all Magic Masters’ laboratories except for Amos Mage’s, although it’s not direct power.
Every magical apprentice had to live under this sky, even if they followed other Magic Masters. As long as they lived here, they couldn’t escape Angel’s shadow. And everyone knew, Angel blatantly wielded power to trade.
To an ordinary magical apprentice, Angel’s presence was oppressive. But to those apprentices with privileges like his, Angel’s presence was a celebration.
"Every living being naturally accumulates magic power as they grow, the longer the time, the more magic power accumulates. Conscious meditation can increase the rate of magic power accumulation by more than ten times. And some special items can accelerate this accumulation of magic power. For example, the ’Twelve Stones.’ An amulet made of twelve special minerals that can enhance a mage’s meditation efficiency by more than 5%. Among them are three minerals more precious than gemstones. In the market, such an amulet requires at least five thousand silver coins. I have one here, I can give it to you."
"What do I need to give you in return?"