Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nearly three weeks passed in the blink of an eye.
Dekan enjoyed his vibrant campus life. His daily routine still consisted of attending classes, crafting cards, and researching poisons. Most mornings, he spent with Cornelia. They were practically inseparable during their mandatory classes.
The difference now was that Croix might occasionally join them for lunch or afternoon library time. He would occasionally discuss advanced spell-related questions with Dekan. However, due to Croix's affiliation with the Mage College, his class schedule didn't always align with Dekan and Cornelia's.
Sunday.
The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a patchwork of fragmented shadows on the floor of Dekan's living room. With his eyes closed, Dekan furrowed his brows and turned over on the sofa. He stayed up late last night.
Even though he and Mielle tried to wrap up their research on poisons by 10 PM and go their separate ways, there were always those one or two days when they got carried away and lost track of time.
So they had no choice but to stay in Dekan’s dorm. Dekan gave up his bed for Mielle, who had no qualms treating his dorm room as her own.
Dekan felt like he wanted to sleep a little more, but there had been a faint sound in his ears since a while ago. Mielle must have already woken up. She was even more disciplined than Dekan.
After a while, he heard a gentle and slightly playful voice saying, "Thank you, I had a very comfortable sleep last night."
"Alright, alright, you can go now."
Dekan still didn't open his eyes but mumbled.
"You sure are a hard nut to crack."
Mielle's tone seemed a bit unhappy, but a mischievous smile couldn't help but appear on her face.
"You've always had this attitude in your speech. The one who takes things seriously loses."
"Hoo, then I'll be on my way, you continue to rest well."
"’Extremely Poisonous Spike 3.1' on the table, you can take it. I'll be able to make another one on my own soon."
Dekan sat up, rubbed his eyes, and looked at Mielle.
Once the b
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Current schedule is a bit unstable. But I will try to get 5chapters/week. Been a bit difficult, having some depression issues lately.