I am really not the villain BOSS of the game!

Chapter 59 Surge of Desire

At this moment, Anros suddenly had a pitiful thought about the seven nightmare lords who controlled different desires, including "lust".

They can only experience the pleasure brought by a certain desire, but cannot enjoy the satisfaction of controlling everything.

I am afraid that even the god of nightmares with endless desires cannot understand the mystery.

Anlos stared at his fish one after another, looking at their ignorant and joyful swimming figures with loving eyes.

Silk threads spread out from their bodies and connected to Anlos' hands, like flying insects caught in a spider's web.

Stars light up the night one after another - even if the number is sparse and weak, it is far from enough to dispel the darkness.

"what"

Anros couldn't help but sigh, and the ultimate sense of satisfaction and happiness filled his body.

Successful.

His experiment was successful.

He can use meditation patterns to enable others to establish a deep connection with himself, establishing a connection in which he is the leader.

At night, it pulls people into dreams.

Anlos feels that his lovely players will definitely like this pattern very much.

at this time.

Suddenly, a burning sensation evaporated from the sea water and jumped along the thread to Anlos' fingertips!
"Uh!"

Anros was in pain and couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

As if the flame had consciousness, it trembled suddenly, then shrank into a ball, burning obediently.

what?
Anlos reached out and was about to crush it.

To his expectation, the flames did not resist, but followed his will and extinguished.

Only a smear of burnt blackness was left on his fingers.

As if causing this little injury was enough.

No.

In other words, as long as it leaves "traces" on him, it will be satisfied.

Anros's ice-blue eyes reflected the clear burnt blackness on his white fingertips.

He raised the corners of his mouth and commented arrogantly and disgustedly:
"Changed."

In classrooms.

A student sitting in the shadow in the corner trembled violently, and then slowly opened a pair of magnificent purple eyes.

While everyone was immersed in meditation, they stared intensely at the white-haired figure in the center of the classroom.

As the meditation deepened, Professor Armstrong's smile became a little doubtful.

Why. He smelled something similar to his nursery?

That smell was called "disgusting" by other wizards.

This thought flashed through Professor Armstrong's mind without thinking about it deeply.

Not to mention that he had meditated with this pattern, and it was definitely a pattern designated as "safe" by Principal Gabriel.

Not only that.

Professor Armstrong looked at the students happily, his eyes full of kindness, just like looking at the seedlings growing vigorously.

All new students have successfully learned meditation!
This is also an extremely rare situation in the history of the academy!

Often within a few years, there will always be students who cannot cross this hurdle and can only regretfully transfer to ordinary colleges.

[I would like to thank our kind and generous classmate Anlos. 】

Professor Armstrong recalled what Principal Gabriel said to him and nodded in agreement.

Even though, the principal's smile at that time always felt a little weird.

time flies.

In the endless blue sky and white clouds, the sun slowly climbed to the center, casting warm light and dispelling the coolness of early autumn.

"Dang——dang——dang——"

The low and long bell rang, coming from the slim bell tower not far away and entering the classroom. It marked the end of the morning class and also awakened the students' consciousness.

A pair of eyes opened, and after a brief moment of confusion, they all became filled with joyful expressions.

"This meditation pattern is too strong!"

"That's right! It makes me feel like I'm a genius too, hehe~"

"How many dishes are you so drunk? Louis and Anlos didn't say anything!"

As he said this, the students all looked at the two most dazzling stars in the empire.

Albert Louis still pointed his nostrils at them.

But for some reason, the corners of Kuangtiao’s cool mouth were raised higher than usual, and his eyes looking down at them were even more contemptuous, as if they were idiots.

He must have meditated very smoothly.

the students thought.

In comparison, Anlos Tian is much gentler.

When he received their gazes, a smile immediately appeared on his pale little face, and his curved blue eyes were as clear as lakes and extremely friendly.

Sure enough, Anlos was easier to get along with.

After a while, except for a few students who may have some special quirks, they came to Louis to scold him.

Everyone else gathered around Anros, asking for help and chatting enthusiastically.

“I really want to know where the school found such useful meditation patterns,” one student lamented.

Another person answered and said mysteriously:

"According to the gossip over at Silver Oak, the academy specifically asked for help from a reclusive expert to get this extremely simple but very easy-to-use meditation pattern!"

"Moreover, some senior seniors are also considering changing to this pattern!"

Hearing this, a group of first-year students in their early teens suddenly burst into an uproar.

A great power that cannot be revealed in the world!

In their minds, there was an image of a hermit whose face could not be seen clearly, riding a small boat and holding a fishing rod, drifting on the dark sea.

They discussed enthusiastically and with great interest.

No one noticed, but everyone thought of the same picture, which was such a weird and strange thing.

Among the crowd, "Hermit Mighty" Anlos, smiling, listened quietly, chiming in from time to time, making the atmosphere more lively.

So cute~
Anlos looked at these new students and curled his eyes lovingly.

His eyes were like looking at the puppies jumping around and having fun around his feet.

"Dang——dang——dang——"

The low and melodious bell echoed throughout the campus, echoing among the red-orange fire clouds in the sky.

The day's schoolwork was over, and after dinner, Anlos declined the library invitation from King Juan's classmates.

He came alone to Professor Armstrong's nursery on the basement floor of the Wizarding Academy.

He slowly pushed his wheelchair, stepped over the dark green vines across the road, and knocked on the frosted glass door mounted on the gray wall.

"Dong dong."

No one responded.

The glass door was unlocked and opened a small crack.

Without any hesitation, Anlos pushed the door open and said, "Excuse me~".

Polite, but not much.

When you step into the nursery, you will see an office with a very life-like atmosphere.

In short, "clutter".

Various utensils were placed randomly everywhere, and Anlos actually saw a liquid that was very similar in color to the tea he drank last time in the utensil that combined the distilling bottle and condenser tube.

This made him smack his lips and his expression became a little awkward.

What exactly did his respected Professor Armstrong give him to drink?
(End of this chapter)