Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 416 The Seventh Subject
The liches did not get their bet back in the end, and Andrea's executors were helping the members of the literary club against the crazy rioting liches.Because they lost their minds, these skeletons just shoved each other chaotically, howling and waving their fists.This made the law enforcers heave a sigh of relief, although they wanted to turn around and give it to the smug members of the literary club who were regulars in the punishment hall. Even among the law enforcers, there were many liches who lost money.

But the rules must be followed, willing to bet and admit defeat is also one of Andrei's rules.

Andrea's riots did not last.

The Literary Society did not withdraw the bets they won, but used the spoils to issue some IOUs and became the creditors of the Liches.Yes, the Literary Club is not short of money, what it lacks is the "tolerance" of the Liches.Think about it, if the Literary Club does trouble again in the future, if the persecuted Lich happens to be his debtor.They gritted their teeth and watched, but they never retaliated.That kind of angry and helpless demeanor is obviously a great joy for the Literature Club.

The lich who got the money back breathed a sigh of relief, but he would not be grateful to Dade.The grievance in their hearts blended with the laughter on the faces of the Literature Society. Of course they knew what the Literature Society wanted, but they had no choice but to endure the next rather fucking period of time.In the heart of Andre Lich, the status of the Literature Society is low again.

The Literary Society didn't take the losers' money, but it took Mr. Delusional's billions.Because the betrayers are even more hateful, they even took those money bags to show off in front of the skull of Mr. Delusional, and the reporter skull and the gentleman skull even sang songs beside him.

The world where only Mr. Delusion was injured is complete.

The lich's life has been guaranteed, but the depression in their hearts has not been alleviated.

The Literature Society has become his own creditor, so the only thing left to vent his emotions is nameless.

The liches prepared to start their own actions in a panic, but found that some of them blocked the way earlier.

"Apocalypse! What are you advanced magicians doing here!"

The heavy metal armor made Mr. Tianqi look a head taller than everyone else. The professors of the Advanced Demon Research Institute stood around Tianqi, their faces hidden in the shadow of the stone walls of the arena. Only those pairs of eyes with strange brilliance stood in the dark In the middle of the flash, looking at his fellow Lich.

And Wuming was standing behind Mr. Gravity.

"Wuming is a member of our Advanced Magic Research Society, and a lich under my Tianqi."

"Don't you see what a commotion he's caused! He deserves to be..."

"You should shut up." Mr. Tianqi took a step forward, the gap in the iron helmet, the position of the pupils exuded a gloomy light. "Don't blame my subordinates for your idiot-like behavior. The literary society is tolerant, because they are literary and artistic societies, with the standards of literature itself."

"But we are advanced magic research. Under magic, there are only hierarchical forces."

"You want to be an enemy of my society? Do you... want to disappear?"

The lich took a small step back under the threat of Tianqi, and said sternly, "You are not the number one in Andre." Then turned and ran away.

Apocalypse did not act, nor was he enraged as the Lich imagined.

The gloomy voice was mostly offset by the thick armor, and only vague whispers came out.

"I don't need to be number one, I just need to be stronger than him."

The Literary Society is the troublemaker among liches.The Advanced Demon Research Institute is a freak among liches.

They are more lonely than liches, because their own knowledge has surpassed this era. Geniuses are always lonely.When Tian Qi was still in the Magic Research Club, he had already realized his abnormality.

His knowledge, his insights, cannot be recognized because no one else has taken that step like him.

The mirror chose to distort itself to satisfy the cognition of this world.

Apocalypse, chose to distort the cognition of this world to satisfy himself.

The Advanced Magic Research Institute was born.

Apocalypse accepts wisdom that cannot be understood, and abnormalities that cannot be expected.

Gravity, Stasis, Fear, Electromagnetism, Death Star.

The emergence of senior professors proved him right.

Apocalypse, who has become a leader of a different kind, also maintains absolute tolerance for them.

"But, Nameless. I'll be very upset if you don't give me a good explanation."

In Mr. Tianqi's line of sight, the professors of the Advanced Demon Research Institute separated to the two sides, making Wuming look directly at his president.

"Don't repeat any irresponsible nonsense. If you say 'I am not responsible' to the glory of our society, I will beat you in front of your mentor's gravitational face."

Everyone controlled their movements without making a sound.

New shouts broke out in the arena again, and a new gladiatorial match started with an unknown voice.

"Master Gravitation, you prepared [Sky Vientiane] for me, right? I can also guess your intentions, and use the chaotic gravitational field to bring some visions at will, which will surely satisfy the unknown curiosity. You Must have thought so."

"Fate is elusive. We can only feel powerlessly at its mercy on us. This feeling will be more profound in me. Because I can see the 'thread' of fate."

"President Apocalypse said a word. [All existence is born by accident, and all accidents are miracles.]"

"Master Gravity, you made a fake come true."

"In the chaotic gravitational field, I saw the mystery of fate. The silk thread changed its color and changed its direction. With the help of the simulated galaxy, I am no longer the observer of fate, but the guide of fate. "

"I found [rules] that are unique to me and suitable for me."

"A new discipline."

"The seventh subject of the Advanced Magic Research Society, and I will be its founder."

Wuming's speech speed gradually accelerated, and his explanation was like the roar of victory in the arena.

"That is my own discipline. It will interfere with fate. I will surpass all fortune tellers throughout the ages, because they are the slaves of fate, and I am the master of fate! All luck will become my companion, and all bad luck will be my companion. Come down on my enemies!"

"I will become destiny, and I will become the spokesperson of God!"

Wuming looked around, the originally indifferent expression disappeared, and his eyes swept across the professors, and finally fell on Mr. Tianqi.

"My subject will be the strongest subject, and it will surpass the knowledge of all of you, even you, Mr. Apocalypse."

Wuming put on a posture of Lao Tzu being number one in the world, and pointed at the majestic president.

After the silence, all the members of the Higher Demonic Research Society laughed, leaning forward and back together, laughing heartily.

Wuming frowned, looking at everyone including his mentor.

"You think it's funny? You think I'm joking?"

The laughter of the Advanced Magic Research Society did not stop. Mr. Tianqi slapped his leg armor and stood up again.

"The reason we laugh is that you are the sixth person who pointed to my face and said that his subject will surpass mine, Mister Unknown."

"sixth?"

"Gravity, stasis, electromagnetism, Death Star, fear, they all made similar announcements to you, although Mr. Fear almost cried out at that time. Infinite confidence in one's own discipline is the cornerstone of the arrogance of the Advanced Magic Research Institute."

"Wu Ming, I don't know how much you are capable of, but you do look like a professor."

"I am very satisfied with your explanation."

"Honor is only the added value of our knowledge after all. If you have a new path, there is really no need to continue competing to waste time."

"Then come on, future professor of the seventh subject."

Everyone in the Advanced Magic Research Society left with a smile.

Before leaving, Mr. Gravity sent his congratulations.

"My student, have you decided on a name for the subject you gave you? The subject that interferes with fate..."

Nameless nodded, "Of course, I've thought about it a long time ago. Because my subject is to adjust fate, the most obscure and mysterious power in the whole world. So, I named it..."

"metaphysics."

(End of this chapter)