Chapter 295: A Death That Cannot Be Resurrected

Several days passed in a row.

These days, whenever I needed to attend a runology class, I would pester Big Sis Bai to go with me.

In terms of studying runology, it could be said that we were mutually promoting each other's progress.

Runology could be considered the cornerstone of the transcendent.

A rune was just the name for a ritual after it had been deconstructed, a ritual for driving transcendent power.

It also had many other names, but the name "rune" was the most widely circulated in the void.

It could be said that as long as you were studying transcendent techniques at the academy, you would more or less come into contact with the knowledge of runes, but not many people would deliberately study them.

Similarly, for Big Sis Bai, runes also represented the foundation of mastering true editing after becoming a transcendent witch.

Although becoming a transcendent witch and mastering true editing techniques were not mandatory requirements, most transcendent witches would learn it.

The transcendent witches who didn't master true editing were mostly those who felt they didn't have the talent or said they couldn't learn it after trying, not those who directly refused to learn.

And most witches had actually only grasped the basics of true editing.

It was fine for creating lesser spellbooks, and they could barely copy ordinary spellbooks, but anything higher was not possible.

But don't forget, this was the Witch Academy.

There was still a large group of transcendent witches who claimed they would create grand spellbooks.

They were all confident in their skills.

Such transcendent witches might also take on students, and the students they taught would naturally not be bad…

Big Sis Bai's mentor was probably like that.

Because I heard from Big Sis Bai that her mentor had never taught any courses, so she was probably that kind of transcendent witch.

Although Big Sis Bai was no longer under her mentor's guidance, Big Sis Bai's connection with her mentor had not been severed, it was just that Big Sis Bai was being raised in a more free-range manner.

As for the rest of my time, I spent it with Senior Betty in the laboratory, freeloading off Witch Rola's alchemy teaching.

Although I had only been studying for a few days, I had learned no less than I had in the runology classes that required payment.

And I had also gained a deeper understanding of alchemy.

Alchemy was such a magical existence, achieving goals through various means.

It didn't matter if the means were spells, transmutation rituals, or other things.

What was done following the principles of alchemy was alchemy.

This was the technique of alchemy.

According to this understanding, a spell was actually a kind of technique, a technique for using transcendent energy.

Alchemy naturally also had methods for using energy, energy transmutation.

So could the methods of energy alchemy be equated with spells?

Theoretically, yes, because a grand unified theory theoretically existed.

But this theory had not yet been unified, so in reality, it was not possible.

Because alchemy and spells were techniques shaped by two different concepts, this could only be considered an overlap and collision between techniques.

Learning was like this, especially when you were just starting to learn something new.

You would always have many questions, and as you learned, you would feel confused, which would eventually lead to confusion on your learning path.

This required doing something else to divert this confusion, or to learn more until you understood why you were learning this.

These days, the Nightmare event had also completely broken out in the Witch Academy.

At first, some people didn't pay attention, just thinking they had a nightmare, or were cursed with a nightmare as a prank.

After all, things like curse spells were not uncommon in the Witch Academy.

But the scale of this was getting larger and larger, and it had started to spread.

Finally, some people couldn't sit still anymore.

By now, there had been many cases of students in the Witch Academy whose consciousnesses had been dragged into a dream state and fallen into a deep sleep.

The teachers were also very troubled by this matter, at least that's how it appeared on the outside.

When news came from the seniors outside the academy that many other transcendent academies were also experiencing the same situation, this matter was finally taken seriously.

This meant that this was no longer an anomaly within the Witch Academy alone.

Regarding this matter, even the Academy Head had come forward again to "appease" them, but I, who knew the inside story, had to sigh at how well the teachers of the Witch Academy were acting.

The transcendent witches who could hold a position at the Witch Academy naturally knew a lot of things, and many people also realized that this Nightmare event was a progression of the script.

After all, for transcendent witches, as long as they wanted to know the taste of destiny, there was always a way.

But there weren't many witches who knew that this matter was orchestrated by Academy Head Mei Linde.

After all, it also involved the grand spellbook, the layout of the Fool's Dream race, and so on.

But speaking of the grand spellbook, this grand spellbook was still inside my body, but it was sealed inside my body by the Academy Head.

This method could prevent it from being perceived by other transcendent witches.

According to the Academy Head, if I were a transcendent witch and possessed a grand spellbook, other transcendent witches might not snatch it.

But I wasn't yet, so they would definitely snatch it.

The Witch race had a very high degree of recognition for their own kind, and witches were not allowed to kill each other.

Even if I was a reserve witch who was about to become a transcendent witch, I was still not a witch.

They would snatch it if they should.

Similarly, the [Unanalyzed Transcendent Knowledge] I had obtained from my talent awakening, I still hadn't given it to the Academy Head.

According to the trial mission exchange contract, I should indeed give the Academy Head a copy of [Transcendent Knowledge].

And the copy I had now was obviously the best choice, because with my current ability, not only could I not protect the grand spellbook, I couldn't even protect the [Transcendent Knowledge] if it was discovered.

And the Academy Head had also made an additional promise that when I truly had the ability to study [Transcendent Knowledge], if she had not yet made this [Transcendent Knowledge] into a grand spellbook, she would agree to let me participate in the creation of this grand spellbook, and synchronize all her research materials.

Even if she succeeded, she would also give me this information, including the information on the Great Wisdom Enlightenment Spell.

Although it seemed like the wool came from the sheep's back, the research materials for a grand spellbook were also extremely precious.

For now, in the absence of absolute strength, I could only comfort myself like this…

After all, for a strong person who was not a research-oriented scholar, research materials were worthless to them.

Without [Transcendent Knowledge], there was not even a possibility of replicating the same grand spellbook.

But unfortunately, I was not that kind of brute.

I could see its value.

Sometimes, the finished product was not necessarily as precious as its materials.

And at this moment, the Academy Head had finally contacted me again.

“Is it time to start… severing the Earth Vein Chains? I wonder what form it will take this time…”

I shook my head as I looked at the message on my phone.

The Academy Head still loved to be a riddler…

But the Academy Head didn't reveal any more information to me, nor did she ask me to go to a dream state.

It seemed she wanted me to let things take their course.

However, as the class president of Class 14, a classmate in my class had been affected this time, so it was only right for me to go and visit.

Just like at this moment, I handed the things I had brought for the visit to the nurse senior here, which could be considered as having done my part.

If it weren't for the fact that Mingyun was affected by the Nightmare due to her talent, and those who were hit in their sleep in broad daylight, I wouldn't have sympathized with any of them, let alone visit them.

Mingyun's talent was narcolepsy, which manifested when she awakened.

But while she was narcoleptic, she could quickly recover from negative states, such as fatigue, serious injuries, poisoning, etc., which would be accelerated.

If this ability could be used well, it would naturally be a divine skill.

But it appeared at the very beginning, leaving her with no possibility of even trying.

For an ordinary person, it was too difficult to resist a talent-level narcolepsy.

It was like trying to study with a clear mind after staying up until three or four in the morning.

You just couldn't learn.

The effect of narcolepsy actually greatly hindered her possibility of mastering this talent.

Just as I turned around, I bumped into another person at the door.

“Yang Yuehan, what are you doing here?”

“Hmm… I should be the one asking you that, Lucianne.”

I looked at the girl who had come, who was Lucianne.

Thinking back to when he was still Lu Si'en Polit of the Wizard Academy, he was a completely different person now.

He adapted really fast… and even made friends.

I was really envious.

“I came to see my friend. Is that reason enough? As for you, you're nominally the class president of Class 14, but you only came to visit with feigned concern today after something happened in the class…”

“I suggest you don’t speak to me so aggressively. I don’t owe you anything, nor do I owe anyone in the class anything. Don’t project irrelevant emotions onto others. It makes you look like a clown.”

I looked at Lucianne with a smile.

Compared to a genius like Tan Han, a Child of Destiny of that level, if a script had to determine a protagonist, I felt that Lucianne was more like the puppet that could be manipulated at will by destiny.

“You…”

At this moment, after taking a few deep breaths, Lucianne also calmed down.

Perhaps she had really taken my words to heart.

“Alright, you're fine now, right? If you're fine, you can leave.”

“Mm, I'm leaving.”

I nodded and waved at her, passing by her.

I respected her friendship with Mingyun, but I also found her inexplicable hostility strange.

It wasn't like I had been too harsh on her during the exchange competition.

Could it be that she didn't like me during the time in the Witch's Secret Realm?

Her dislike was her own problem of ability.

If she could blame others for that, it could only be said that she was not a good person.

And then there was her inexplicable anxiety for others, which I had experienced in the Fool's Village secret realm.

There was also the possibility that I had destiny on me at that time, so she had an extra layer of targeting against me that she herself didn't know about.

But now that my destiny had been transferred away, she didn't bother me too much anymore.

This statement or guess seemed to be tenable.

But in the end, why should I live up to the image of a class president in the eyes of others?

I should find an opportunity to resign from the position of class president.

Speaking of which, I had forgotten why I had become the class president in the first place.

It seemed to have been appointed by Teacher Ji Niang at the time.

Now, this position was really… hard to describe.

If I had fought for it back then and not become the class president, would things have developed as they were now?

At that time, I would no longer be the class president, there would be no newcomer competition, and I wouldn't have been forced to participate in the academy exchange competition…

There would be no venue for me to show myself, and I wouldn't have all the resources I have now.

Of course, there would also be fewer troubles, and life would be as plain as boiled water.

Of course, I wouldn't have had any intersection with my ex-girlfriend, and she wouldn't have recognized me…

Overall, there were pros and cons.

But my own value was still worth affirming.

At least with Teacher Ji Niang still thinking highly of me, my development wouldn't be that bad.

Just as I was about to see how far the big event at the Witch Academy had fermented, a call came directly to my phone.

“Big Sis Bai’s?”

I raised an eyebrow, a little surprised, but still answered it.

“Hello Big Sis Bai, why are you calling at this time?”

“Little Han, did you see the latest news on the academy network? Where are you? Don’t go near those who have fallen into a dream state! I’m coming to find you.”

“What happened?”

I felt a sense of unease when I heard Big Sis Bai's panicked voice.

When was the last time Big Sis Bai had called me so urgently?

I had forgotten.

“It happened… the first case of death from consciousness being trapped in a dream state appeared at the Holy Angel Academy! Don’t investigate this matter, leave quickly. Didn’t you say you were going to see that classmate of yours who fell into a dream state? Don’t go! Be good, Little Han, leave that place as fast as you can!”

At this moment, on the other end of the phone, Bai Yu's voice was almost roaring out of my phone.

The urgent emotion had already overflowed my phone screen.

And I didn't dare to delay and left the infirmary without looking back, but my mind was full of what Big Sis Bai had just said, death!

On the way, I even forgot what Big Sis Bai had said to me in her haste.

“Hello… Little Han, Little Han, are you still listening?”

“Hmm? I’m here, Big Sis Bai. Is there anything else?”

I quickly said.

“Little Han, have you left?”

“Mm, I left. Thank you for the reminder, Big Sis Bai.”

“It’s good that you left. Little Han, be good. You’d better not get involved in this matter. I heard that a teacher from the Witch Academy has also gone over for that death. The specific situation is still unknown. I heard that they are trying to see if the resurrection spell can resurrect them, but the possibility is not high. After all, you know that every academy has its own resurrection methods. There’s no need to specifically find the Witch Academy, and they wouldn’t let a witch from the Witch Academy go over. So Little Han, you must not do anything stupid.”

“Understood.”

I nodded.

I was naturally very cautious about death.

After learning that there were deaths that couldn't be resurrected even with a resurrection spell, and the essence of life, I was not going to touch the bottom line of death again.

As for specifically looking for the Witch Academy, it was probably because of the existence of the Soul Truth Witch in the Witch Academy, thinking that the Witch Academy should have a soul-level resurrection spell…

After chatting with Big Sis Bai for a few more sentences, I also hung up the phone.

At this moment, I was still very confused.

The Academy Head had personally told me that the Nightmare could not kill people, and those affected were just being taught a lesson.

But it wouldn't go as far as death, right?

Death was a serious topic at any time.

I had a feeling that I had been deceived by the Academy Head, but I didn't think that with my current status of being valued by the Academy Head, it was enough for me to confront the Academy Head and ask why this had happened.

And I had no obligation to ask these things for them.

So the best way to deal with this matter was to wait and see.

Don't forget that the Academy Head had said she would help me escape the script, but I hadn't escaped yet.

I had just gotten rid of the destiny on me.

Without destiny, I was indeed a bona fide cannon fodder in the script.

But this timing was also too coincidental.

It was hard not to suspect that this was also one of the Academy Head's calculations.

After all, not long ago, the Academy Head told me that I could start severing the Earth Vein Chains.

Then I went to visit the affected classmates, and now I received this reminder from Big Sis Bai.

It was obvious that once this matter spread, the nature of it in the academy would change.

This was death!

No one was not afraid of death.

Now… it was probably time for a period of everyone being in danger.

Was this the trouble of knowing too much?

Many things couldn't be made public.

It seemed that I could do many things, but I could still only watch.

Just as I was thinking this, I bumped into a figure head-on again.

“Sorry, sorry…”

I said sorry as I raised my head, only to meet a pair of smiling eyes, “Acad… Academy Head?”

“Mm, walk with me. You must have many questions.”