An elegantly moving ragdoll cat weaved through the crowd and paused to look up at him.

The next moment, the cat charged towards him.

Her steps were quick, and even during the run, her form started to change.

This was no ordinary kitty collision, and the passersby were all shocked, for they clearly saw a cat transform into a beautiful white-haired, red-eyed young woman. She rushed towards a young man who had just stepped out of a teleportation ritual, then threw her entire body weight onto him.

The young man caught the white-haired girl by her waist, spinning around a few times with the momentum.

They could still see the dazzling smile on the white-haired girl's face, her eyes almost squinting into a line.

Goddamn, they were clearly here on the island for a vacation, so why did they have to endure this mental assault as soon as they stepped out of the station?

Isn't anyone going to step in?

The tourists traveling solo reacted particularly strongly. Traveling alone was already miserable enough, and now they had to endure this torment.

Do these two have any humanity left?

Oh, it's Old Sen, never mind.

A few people with sharp eyes already recognized Ethan.

Lindong was the first to realize the King of Gold's defeat. That day, leisurely wandering around McCarthy Delin's former residence, she unexpectedly noticed a change in Mrs. Judith's wording.

Dean McCarthy Delin finally met the person he had been waiting for, thus concluding the lengthy wait of several decades with a perfect ending.

A romantic and epic story, and more importantly, it had a comedic ending.

Such tales were indeed rare in today's Gallog culture craze.

Lindong was very light, so much so that even a mage like Ethan could easily spin her around several times until she was satisfied before asking a serious question.

"Did Professor Wabul get mad at you and end up with a bald spot again?"

This old gentleman worked diligently at the academy for decades, and growing some hair wasn't easy, especially since, on a grand scale, the hair growth lotion was a gift from Ethan. If it didn't work, it would damage the brand image of Old Sen's Magic Technology Store.

For people in this era, making barren land sprout new growth wasn't easy. Alchemist Miss Keroy even used her regenerative tail feathers, but the little hen specifically emphasized to him that patients undergoing hair transplant treatments should maintain a positive and cheerful attitude, as frequent anger could affect the treatment's effectiveness.

"Am I the type who likes to make others bald?"

Lindong pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Then the question remains, who made Professor Wabul bald?"

But the cutesy strategy was useless against Ethan; he was already immune.

It's like assuming you're a fan of prison guards, yet you have a long-legged girlfriend who wears white stockings every day fluttering in front of you, it wouldn't be long before you develop antibodies, even immunity.

Ethan derived this scientific theory from real-life experiences.

"It was an accident, I've already said it was an accident!"

Lindong's eyes widened, a look as if she wanted to yawn, but seeing that the person holding her was Ethan, she couldn't yawn properly, forming a strange expression of wanting to yawn but unable to.

"What happened? The hair growth solution Miss Keroy made shouldn't have failed..."

"It's Old Ba's fault."

"Old Ba?"

"Some time ago, Professor Wabul introduced more than twenty new school regulations to regulate the behavior of the 'Bajatous Professor's Admirers'."

Old Ba's art appreciation course was highly praised in the academy and, due to his unique teaching style, every class was packed, with no empty seats.

Moreover, his promotional style was unique.

No need for extensive publicity, no need to post posters all over the academy, no need to use the class representative's free time to help the professor promote the course.

This course used just one sentence to make the academy's students flock to it.

——There are rumors of tentacle play in the class.

Of course, during interviews conducted by the Disciplinary Committee, these students all claimed to be interested in art and the origins of life and hadn't heard anything about tentacle play.

Ethan felt a sinking feeling, "Did they all become Evil God's Followers?"

He understood Old Ba, though Old Ba himself may not have such intentions, being an entity "unseeable, indescribable" to humans means that even an inadvertent gesture might drive people into madness.

"If that were the case, Professor Wabul wouldn't be this exhausted."

If Old Ba truly transformed a lot of students into Evil God's Followers, then even if he were an Old God, the academy would have to order him to stop teaching. However, the opposite was true. Students who attended Old Ba's courses were kind and helpful, only their style of dress and speech changed bizarrely.

Lindong comfortably rested in Ethan's embrace, ignoring the sidelong glances of passersby. She tilted her head and pondered for a moment. "It's like rushing over to help an old lady cross the street the moment you see her needing help."

Even doing good deeds and being helpful became much more proactive than before.

Ethan was puzzled, "Isn't that a good thing?"

"But the way they speak seems problematic."

"The tone?"

"They use the tone of a perverted serial killer to express their goodwill."

Additionally, the gradually liberalizing dress style and body painting of the students in the art appreciation class seemed to strip their goodwill of its original meaning. "And they would cackle weirdly."

She only mentioned a small part of Old Ba's course. To help his cultivated artistic talents broaden their horizons, Old Ba even summoned many of his creations to the academy, most of which stayed with the island's magical creatures, while a few helped at the academy when manpower was short.

For instance, you often saw some legendary Evil God's creations pushing carts with bricks on the island. When constructing a resort town for visitors, even a Giant Divine Soldier was dispatched, so for quite a long time, visiting tourists thought the academy was building a haunted house.

"What truly broke the 'last straw' over Professor Wabul's head was the content of this end-of-term exam."

Professor Wabul was the dean of teaching and also a lead scientist. He was a researcher of mysticism and held high hopes for Old Ba, which was why he initially hired Old Ba despite opposition.

This marked humanity's first meaningful close contact with an Evil God, indicating that perhaps Evil Gods were no longer unknowable. From an academic perspective, they could interpret the energies of Evil Gods and could potentially utilize them to develop new elemental magic or spells.

Over two months ago, at the height of Professor Wabul's excitement, when the bushes on his head were at their lushest, he published several new papers.

These papers were even featured in the newspaper headlines by the Ministry of Magic. If the research in the papers could be verified, it would bring unprecedented change to the academic world.

Professor Wabul pointed out in his paper that besides the few natural elements they were familiar with, other uncommon ones like 'light,' 'dark,' and 'corrosion' might exist. He drew these insights through observing Evil God Bajatos.

These theories became one of the hottest topics in academia, eagerly awaiting Professor Wabul's latest findings. As the dean of teaching and lead scientist, Wabul naturally placed great expectations on the end-of-term exams of Old Ba's first semester, earnestly hoping the exam would focus on the dark or corrosion elements.

Ethan found his mind wandering elsewhere.

He listened to Old Ba's many notable deeds and inexplicably thought of the mysterious "Village Get-Rich Guide."

——The story of the Academy Village inviting Evil God Bajatos to lead them to prosperity.

"But do you know what the topic of Old Ba's final paper was?"

"…What?"

Ethan absent-mindedly asked.

"'Why Sincaro is a clunky defense?'"

Ethan hadn't paid much attention to the first part, but the latter half immediately jolted him awake, just in time to meet Lindong's lively, keen eyes.

"Defense? What defense? No one, no one mentioned a defense!"

"I'm talking about the title of the final paper for the art appreciation class… wait, hang on."

Lindong's eyes suddenly sharpened.

Having spent so much time with Ethan, his peculiar behavior naturally couldn't escape her notice.

——"What did you secretly do behind my back while I wasn't around?"