Chapter 1471: Chapter 1469: Meeting at the Tomb
“Resonance”
The administrative building is equipped with multiple layers of Barriers, to the extent that each floor is akin to an Independent Space, reserved exclusively for senior personnel of department-head rank.
Yet Han Dong, upon entering the administrative building, instantly experienced a Resonance reaction with the vice principal on the top floor, indicating an exceptionally strong resonance between them.
In an instant, Han Dong’s consciousness seemed to be pulled into the Dark-Limbo, transcending time and space.
At the deepest depths of a decayed tomb, Han Dong saw a unique Old King resembling a shriveled carcass of an infant.
It seemed as though this being had never breathed since its birth; the burial cloth wrapped around it carried an ancient history equivalent to the cosmos itself.
A cord-like structure, resembling an Umbilical Cord, protruded from its navel, beckoning Han Dong to approach.
…
“Nicholas! Nicholas!”
When he regained his senses, Vinick, the overseer, was calling out beside him.
The hall had already been coated with a layer of black sand, symbolizing Death.
“Apologies, I was just…”
Before Han Dong could finish, the overseer immediately interjected: “You’ve already connected with the vice principal’s consciousness just now, haven’t you? I felt an indistinct Traction effect in consciousness… Truly remarkable, you were able to form a Resonance with the vice principal.”
Han Dong was elated inside.
“So, the one who summoned me here is indeed the vice principal?”
Han Dong’s maniacal grin betrayed his emotions, fulfilling his intentions in this very moment.
Since Captain Hugo had spoken of the vice principal—particularly how their abilities bore substantial similarities—Han Dong had been calculating how to meet the vice principal directly.
Whether climbing the colossal statue or excelling in evaluations, Han Dong exhausted every effort to present himself in the best light.
“Please control your emotions. The vice principal’s temperament is difficult to gauge even within Demon circles. Should you exhibit any form of disrespect or any verbal improprieties, it may provoke Danger.
I wouldn’t want a talented teacher like you to perish here.
If you’re ready, follow me.”
“Alright.”
The tomb sector of the administrative building.
“The vice principal resides in the deepest part; I’ll leave you to find your way as I need to wrap up the teacher evaluation work.”
“Understood.”
Han Dong walked through the tomb’s passageway, which was utterly incongruous with the notion of an “administrative building.”
Sand, sand, sand—
Grains of sand within the tomb flowed like trickling water, evoking an intuitive sense of time slipping away; a Common Demon, if they strayed into this passage, might age into oblivion without realizing it.
Occasionally, Yellow Sand Tentacles emerged from the walls.
Touching one even momentarily would cause instant Sandification and death, turning the individual into part of this area.
However.
Han Dong felt no Danger facing these tentacles; rather, he experienced a kindred familiarity.
This sensation prompted the slow emergence of the “Arm of the Undead,” voluntarily making contact.
A peculiar phenomenon occurred—the Yellow Sand Tentacles actively encircled Han Dong’s arm, even willingly channeling Death energy into it.
As the Death energy seeped into his left arm, Han Dong felt an unprecedented sensation—an entirely novel “Death Attribute.”
“This sensation! It’s an Ancient Death unlike anything I’ve encountered before. This type of Death transcends living beings; it universally affects any material… essentially, it directly alters time.
Clearly, I’ve come to the right place!
I never imagined that my original plan to study novel knowledge at Mi University’s library would lead to such an opportunity.”
Suppressing the excitement within him, Han Dong arrived at the Stone Door at the heart of the tomb.
Rumble!
The rolling mechanism of the Stone Door began to open on its own.
The “Corpse oil lamps” adorning the stone chamber’s walls gradually illuminated.
Though the overall aesthetic of the floor resembled a ‘tomb,’ the interior of the stone chamber adhered to a ‘campus’ theme, designed as an office.
Bookshelves formed from compressed Yellow Sand stood on either side,
while at the center, a crescent-shaped desk accommodated the vice principal’s [Outer Form].
A Mummy wrapped in burial shrouds sat there,
its limbs bound by restraints,
utilizing protruding Yellow Sand Tentacles emerging from the cloth strips to manage paperwork.
A sand-formed eye hovered above the mummy’s head,
making its true rank impossible for Han Dong to assess due to its sandy construct.
It appeared to border between a Middle Position Old King like the Toad Ancestor and akin to an Upper Old King.
“Greetings, Vice Principal.” Han Dong issued a salutation in the most ancient Demon tongue.
Crunch!
The mummy’s skull split down the middle,
its desiccated oral cavity crawling with tiny Sandworms of unknown origin.
These creatures’ limbs interacted through mutual friction, accompanied by flowing yellow sand within its throat, producing an Ancient sound that made one’s body itch and sting.
“Hmm… I never expected the winner of the London Game to come here afterwards to participate in our teacher evaluation.
Even more surprising, you possess abilities strikingly similar to mine.
Before we delve deeper into discussions about your ’employment,’ I need to verify something of great importance for my stance. I request your candor.”
“Understood!”
“What is your relationship with Pope Menda?”
This query startled Han Dong internally.
He had anticipated questions about the origins of his “Yellow Sand” or “Death” traits; instead, the vice principal broached a topic like this right from the start.
How should he respond?
Pope Menda—the university’s youngest professor—is reputedly one of the Void Principal’s most valued students, even praised as the “Son of Void.”
If Han Dong claimed a poor relationship, the vice principal might harbor reservations and deliberately distance himself.
On the other hand, a dishonest answer could backfire if exposed, potentially enraging the vice principal and resulting in dire consequences.
“After all, my original intention for coming to Mi University was simply to explore the library. Even if the vice principal discounts me, I could secure an associate professorship independently.
If the school proves unwelcoming, I can always relocate to the Center of Chaos to perform a head-level upgrade… no need for dishonesty; truth will suffice.”
“Though Pope and I collaborated briefly during the London Game,
due to subjective factors, our relationship isn’t particularly good.”
“How bad is it?”
“We generally lack any interactions. In situations involving conflicting interests, we might even engage in ‘conflicts.'”
Han Dong braced himself to be dismissed from the office.
Clap!
A sand-formed arm gently rested on Han Dong’s shoulder.
“Excellent! Very good!”
“Uh… I don’t quite understand your meaning, Vice Principal.”
“This school lacks any young teachers who could stand in comparison to Pope Menda. Over time, his campus-wide reputation has exceeded any balance point.
We are in dire need of a commendable, young teacher to restore equilibrium and Restriction.
During the London Game, your performance overshadowed Pope, naturally qualifying you for this role.
Valen Nicholas, would you like to serve as my personally appointed special lecturer? In addition to your regular courses, I will privately train you, fostering your adaptation to school rules and guiding you through rank advancements.”
“I’m willing!”
As such an opportunity lay before him, Han Dong wouldn’t let it slip.
However, he found the vice principal’s remarks somewhat peculiar… beyond the mention of ‘balancing and restricting,’ Han Dong faintly detected traces of dissatisfaction—a discontent aimed not just at Pope but also at something lurking behind him.