[The Legend of Yamata no Orochi] (0-4)

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Prologue
Kazi… Kazi… Kazi…
Autumn was late and winter was early, and the north wind was gradually becoming biting. The cold, merciless wind was blowing, making the signboard on the door rattle.
A wooden signboard hung askew on the decaying iron gate .

The ancient seal script characters, due to long-term wind and rain and lack of maintenance, had faded, and the once bright gold-leafed characters were now only faintly visible.
Standing in front of the door in the wind was a young man, about seventeen or eighteen years old.
"The ninth school. Nine schools in three years, three schools a year. If this continues, whether I can graduate from high school smoothly is

really a problem." The young man stood there, staring ahead, muttering to himself as if in a daze.
"Chengmen High School, hmm... this must be it. Is it really a school where you can graduate just by paying tuition? Even the signboard

is so shabby. No wonder it has such a prestigious reputation in the education sector. I heard that the graduation rate here is

100% . I hope I can spend my final year of study here safely." The man looked at the signboard and gently pushed

the iron gate.
"Click... zi..." The ear-piercing scraping sound of the door opening rang out, and the signboard, which had been hanging diagonally on the door, swayed a few times with the help of the wind

and then fell down with a "thud.
" Just as the signboard fell to the ground, the previously clear and refreshing sky suddenly had a "bang..."

when a thunderclap appeared in the clear sky, and the already chilly wind blew up with enough cold

air to freeze a person.
"No way! This scene shouldn't happen in a movie, right? How come..." The man felt the scene

before him and stared at the front after the gate opened.
Before him stood a three-story building, its red brick facade topped with

a pointed clock tower flanking two rows of buildings. Thunderclaps, seemingly about to break the sky, continued to strike behind the building, turning the previously

clear and crisp weather into a damp and chilly atmosphere, creating an eerie ambiance. "Uh…something seems off…" the man murmured, a strange , ominous feeling
rising within him as he stared ahead . 　　Standing before the doorway, the unusual scene before him caused . Going in meant academic success; not going in meant a bleak future. In this materialistic society where academic qualifications reign supreme, a small college diploma was the bare minimum requirement for establishing oneself in society. Without it, even a basic restaurant job might be impossible. He, devoid of lofty ideals and ambitions, simply longed for this small piece of paper, beginning with his name and bearing the four large characters "[Proof of My Dedication]". 　　Shaking his head, the man cleared his mind and strode towards his ninth high school. 　　Thunderclaps continued to fall, the biting wind seeming to amplify their fury. He quickened his pace towards the red-brick building ahead. 　　Upon entering, each step brought surprises and delights. For instance, at the first entrance he saw a hand-drawn recruitment poster. It was simple, but it bore the striking statement that was the main reason he wanted to attend: a 100% graduation rate; followed by the signature of a high-ranking official from a certain empire . Beyond this, he was greeted by posters of outstanding alumni from previous years, densely packed with hand-drawn portraits and names and achievements, forming a long line that obscured the classroom windows. 　　"It really is…" the man murmured, staring at the posters with an excited expression and a darting gaze , his eyes fixed on the portraits and names. 　　"Wow... even this is an alumnus, and this... this... even this one?" The man pointed excitedly at the alumni portraits on the poster. Some of the alumni on the poster were well-known figures in the empire's political, economic, and business circles, demonstrating the school's significant standing in the education sector. So many famous people graduated from this school. 　　As the man walked past the classroom following the poster, a portrait in the most hidden corner of the poster caught his eye. 　　"Lawrence? Pound!" Attracted by the name, the man stopped and stood still, staring at the inconspicuous yet somewhat familiar portrait and name. 　　"I can't believe it, but..." The man looked at the portrait, muttering to himself, but after a few words, he moved on and walked towards the administration office. 　　The red brick exterior walls looked somewhat dilapidated due to years of neglect. The once bright and clear glass windows had turned a hazy white from not being cleaned for countless years. 　　After passing the admissions posters and walking past two classrooms, a sign that read "Application Office" hung precariously above the doorway. One wonders which unlucky soul might be struck by such a sudden sign. 　　Just as he reached the door, the faint light filtering through the interior and the movement of figures immediately convinced the man that this was indeed a prestigious school; the sheer number of people moving around indicated just how busy the administration was. 　　The man straightened his clothes, smiled, and strode inside. Upon entering, an unbelievable and shocking scene unfolded before his eyes. ********** 　　...　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　(This part is now written in the first person.) A short, sleazy old man was lying on a female doll 　　created using a simple alchemy technique , and the old man was thrusting his lower body into motion.

However, at this moment, my gaze was no longer focused on the old man's lewd actions, but on

the doll beneath him. Speaking of this doll, due to the diversified development of alchemy in this era, alchemy was no longer limited to

the research and development of refining metal ores. Long ago, a

historical used alchemy to refine paper, the materials of which were nothing more than tree bark and bamboo strips.
Of course, with the progress of the times, coupled with the refining and processing of various materials, this product, commonly known as "pseudo-skin,"

naturally emerged. With the processing and research of alchemists throughout the ages, this kind of

product, catering to the needs of single men, naturally appeared.
Incidentally, with the operation of market functions and the increasingly fierce competition among peers, many small

businesses were swallowed up by large businesses, leaving only the largest and strongest. Only

four such large businesses remained, and at the fixed monthly product launch conferences, one could always see these four businesses launching various novel

products to meet the sexual needs of various groups.
"Oh...oh..." The old man, who was lying on the doll,

groaned .
"Hmm..." As the sounds faded, the old man must have reached his limit!
He was completely exhausted, lying on the doll, its firm breasts flattened as if they were

real . He was panting heavily, showing

how much effort he had put into the doll.
"Excuse me..." I called out when I saw the old man stop moving and lie on the doll. "
Hmm......" The old man responded and turned to look at the doorway.
"Is there something you need?"
The old man moved and slowly climbed off the doll. Once he was off, I noticed that

his penis was unusually large and long, and even after ejaculation, it was still

very . It made me feel ashamed. Fortunately, although this old man's thing was one in a million,

mine wasn't bad either. Besides, he would age while I would grow, so I didn't believe his thing could stay in the limelight for long—provided,

of course , that the old man truly achieved immortality in his lifetime.
"I...I'm here to apply for admission!" I answered the old man's question with a smile.
"Hmm...wait a moment, I'll get you a form to fill out!" The old man reached for his pants,

pulling them on while simultaneously removing the air vent from the doll's head. Instantly, the doll, like an old

orange peel, wrinkled up from its smooth surface.
A moment later, an application form appeared before me. Calling it a form was a stretch; it was more like

a stack of documents—a thick pile of papers. Aside from the first page which had a section to fill out

, the rest was filled with densely packed school rules. I glanced at the last page—my god, there were

practically a thousand rules!
After handing me the form, the old man pointed to a table next to the door I had just entered through and told me

to fill out the application documents there.
In no time, I had finished filling out the basic information on the form. This was thanks to

the orientation programs I had received at several previous schools; a set of basic information, while not a huge amount, was still quite

a headache . So, with my experience from those schools, filling out the basic information was a breeze.
"Hmm… all done?"
The old man's sudden question startled me. Filling out the basic information

hadn't taken much of my attention, but the old man's ghostly appearance behind me instantly put my already strong aversion to student administrators, honed during my time at eight

previous into a state of heightened

alertness.
These student management mentors, almost ubiquitous in every school or college

, have subjected us, the so-called "problem students" in their eyes, to a torment. They ostensibly do this to

help students manage their age-related psychological and physiological immaturity, prevent them from going

astray, and guide them back to the right path, thus employing extreme measures to monitor them.
However, this justification merely satisfies their own excessive repression during their own growth. In this process of supervision,

they treat these so-called "problem students" with inhumane or even more perverse revenge.

How many can truly help these students return to normalcy and achieve genuine mental and emotional growth? Everyone claims they can,

but what they see is only the surface; the intense self-repression remains deeply hidden within.
I whirled around, intending to give the old man a big surprise, but to my surprise, he moved in

the so fast I could only see his afterimage. He

was standing opposite me at my desk, holding my newly filled-out "Application

Form for University Admission."
"Hmm… quite complete. You seem to have a lot of experience filling out these forms!" the old man

said with a smile, but that smile made me uneasy. This unease would later lead

to a battle of wits between us! But at this point, I had no choice. I had to grit my teeth and persevere, even if it meant risking my life. Just

one more semester, and... my luck would change.
"Yi Ruo Xuanyuan…" the old man called out my name, looking at my form. I returned his

smile with the standard obsequious expression of a good student.
"Hmm, what a strange name. Young man, where are you from? Are you trying to fool this old man?"

The old man looked at my name with that puzzled expression I'd seen countless times, but it had also honed my skills to

respond appropriately.
I stood up and respectfully pointed to the 'Personal Basic

Information for Admission Application' in the old man's hand, saying, "My father is a member of the Yanhuang clan, and my mother is a citizen of the Germanic Confederation.

Xuanyuan is my father's surname, and Yiruo is my mother's. So, using the Confederation's surname system, my name is Yiruo

Xuanyuan. If using the Yanhuang clan's system, my name is Xuanyuan Yiruo."
After hearing my explanation, the old man nodded, continuing to look at the information in his hand. He seemed to have seen

something , and a smile with a very sinister meaning flashed across his face, disappearing in an instant, but that fleeting change...

Seeing this, my honed reflexes immediately kicked in, telling me something was wrong

.
To my surprise, the old man's next reaction was: "Hmm... the information is complete. If

there's nothing else to add, go to the application office later to pay the fees and pick up your books." The old man put down the documents and

instructed me on the next steps.
Strange... strange... my honed sense of atmosphere had malfunctioned. My innate, sharp

sixth sense told me this old man was no ordinary person.
"Young Yi Ruo, have you prepared your tuition?" The old man suddenly called out, instantly

snapping But what I saw was even greater astonishment.
"You... you... sir... you..."
It was truly shocking. The old man was now sitting right where the whole scene had just unfolded, a sly grin on his face.

He had changed into a suit and trousers—what's commonly known as a "pointed eel" in Germanic parlance—only missing the top hat.
In some local dialects of the Yanhuang people, there's a saying: "Even if you take a cow to Beijing, it's still a cow."

I don't know where Beijing is, but this saying perfectly describes the old man's attire.
"What are you doing here?" Looking at the old man, my doubts and worries grew stronger.
"Oh... I forgot to introduce myself. I am Nobi Dafir, and I am responsible for all school affairs, including academic

affairs , general affairs, management, etc." The old man had a kind old man's

smile, but to me, it looked like a despicable and cunning grin.
It wasn't that I didn't trust him, but he felt too unreal and unbelievable. Just like how he held

all the school's positions by himself, even the most basic educational institution needs a basic

team to maintain its operations.
"Young man... do you want to enroll or not? If you do, come here and complete the paperwork. If not, the gate

is right behind you. Just walk back the way you came in!" The old man's tone changed

slightly he was probably unhappy that I had ignored him and completed the paperwork.
"Yes, yes... I'll do it right away." I smiled back. After all, my purpose here was to

complete my higher education, and I absolutely couldn't afford to clash with this old man right now. However, once I got that certificate

... heh... heh... heh...
I reached into my pocket, intending to take out the money I had saved from my part-time jobs. I touched it, and my face changed drastically. Where was my money

?
I fumbled in my front pockets, then my back pockets!
"My money... the money I worked so hard to earn!" I cried out in despair. Why? Why was the money I worked

so hard to earn gone? I looked at the old man waiting to collect my money with pleading eyes, and

said in a very humble and sorrowful tone, "I... I've lost my tuition!"
Upon hearing my words, the old man kindly asked, "Are you sure you've looked everywhere?"
I nodded. Aside from what I was wearing and another set of clothes on my back, I

had very little else left.
"Oh, I see!" The old man's expression changed several times as he saw me frantic

.
"Well... young Yi Ruo! How about this? I have a student loan application form here. If you

really can't pay your tuition, you might want to try applying for it."
Although a student loan application is a very common student aid application, the old man's actions at this moment

truly showed the demeanor of a kind old man. This made me feel extremely ashamed. Just moments ago, I had been suspicious and distrustful of him

, finding his appearance despicable. I... I... I am truly ashamed and have wronged him!
"Come on... young Yiruo, take this application and fill it out. Otherwise, according to the rules, I

can't let you enroll without paying!"
The old man, oh... no, I can't call him an old man anymore; I must address him respectfully as—Mr. Dafir.

I made up my mind.
"Thank you! Mr. Dafir."
I walked up to Dafir, took the loan application,

and quickly filled it out, presenting it to him.
Dafir took my application, looked at it, made some corrections, then stopped writing, looked up at me, and

asked, "Yiro, after you enroll, will you apply for accommodation at the school or commute to class?"
Hmm... probably accommodation! Accommodation should be cheaper, especially since I've been ripped off!
"Accommodation, I want to apply for accommodation." I answered immediately after considering it, but the living expenses after enrollment

would be troublesome.
"Okay, then I'll include this year's accommodation fees in my student loan application! Is that alright, Yi Ruo

…?" Dafir kindly helped me take advantage of the student loan opportunity and conveniently included the accommodation fees.
"This… of course!" How could I let such a good opportunity pass by? Anyway, student loan repayments are in

installments after graduation, and each installment isn't much. I might as well use this opportunity to apply for all the necessary expenses

at once, saving me the trouble of scrambling to pay off the remaining debt after enrollment.
"Mr. Dafir, can miscellaneous fees also be included in the student loan application? If so, could you please

include those as well?" I politely asked Dafir.
"Of course, as long as the school issues a tuition fee statement and I attach it."

A glint of brilliance flashed in Dafir's eyes as he answered this question.
"Alright, please sign your name in the applicant section of the application form. I'll then provide a list

to attach the application!"
Dafiel handed me the application form. I took it, glanced at it briefly, and without suspicion

, signed my name and added my fingerprint at the bottom.
"Welcome, Yi Ruo, welcome to Martial Arts High School!" Dafiel

smiled at me after taking the application form and casually offered his welcome. 　　" 　　What
... Martial Arts High School, isn't it Chengmen High School?"
********** ...

Next week is the Dragon Boat Festival holiday, so Chapter 2 might be released after the festival (I'm currently working

on )!
As for the exciting part that everyone is most looking forward to, I estimate it will appear in Chapter 3 or 4,

but even I'm not sure if it will actually appear in those two chapters!

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Chapter 2??? Entering the Wolf's Den
"Isn't this Chengmen High School?" I was startled by the old man's words. Why is this Wudou High School

instead of Chengmen High School?!
"When did I say this was Chengmen High School? Yi Ruo, kid, don't say it, I know you want

to back out, don't you?" Dafiel's answer was also straightforward.
"But... but doesn't the school sign at the gate say Chengmen High School?" I retorted.
"Hey... no wonder you can attend so many schools in a row.

You can even mistake Chengmen and Wudou, which are so different. Kid, you're really something!" Dafiel laughed, mocking my poor literacy.
"I...I don't believe it, you old geezer, you're lying to me!" I was furious. The name "Mr. Dafir

" was completely forgotten, no, I would never use it again.
"I'm lying to you? Fine, I'll show you!"
As soon as Dafir finished speaking, he stretched out his left hand, muttering incantations. In a moment, the school gate

sign appeared in Dafir's hand.
"See clearly, what is martial arts; what is success. You brat!" Dafir's tone was quite

displeased .
The old geezer's sudden display of skill was truly astonishing. Despite his sleazy appearance, his

intermediate-level magic, [Wind Magic - Moving Objects in the Wind], was so exquisite.
Due to the rebirth of the new era, various

magical elements that did not exist in the old world had emerged in this space due to the drastic changes in the quality and quantity of matter over time. Some so-called

magicians used their spiritual power to control these magical elements for various applications. Conversely,

due to the substantial changes in nature, races and beasts not found in the old world now abound, and various elemental

crystals are being extensively mined and researched for various needs.
Currently, the commonly used elements are divided into

eight categories: earth, water, fire, wind, electricity, light, darkness, and summoning. Although this space is filled with various elements, not everyone can use these

eight types of magic. Generally, users must undergo extensive training and learning. However, learning and training do not

guarantee the ability to use magic. The use of magic usually requires a combination of one's own constitution and

the elements , and there are also mutual repulsion phenomena among the various elements.
For example, a high-level water mage, because their constitution is more attracted to the water element,

and due the use of other magic

is weaker because the combination of elements and their own constitution is less effective. Therefore, a high-level water mage using other magic

is not as efficient or smooth as using water magic, and their magical rank is also lower.
Due to the repulsive nature of elements, the applications of auxiliary elemental crystals are thus more extensive.

Therefore, if you encounter a mage on the road, you can

deduce their elemental magic simply by observing the auxiliary elemental crystals they use.
Among these, earth, light, dark, and summoning magic are particularly noteworthy.
Earth magic utilizes the ground beneath the ground to perform various actions and is the only type of magic

that doesn't repel other elements; almost every mage can use it.
Besides the three most common uses of support, attack, and defense, there's another

particularly application: tilling farmland using earth magic. This

method was invented by a down-on-his-luck mage named Kaia Drissis who failed to learn elemental magic

, and in his honor, the magic is called Drissis magic.

This type of magic is taught in basic magic classes at most secondary schools.
The other three types of magic depend on the individual's inherent qualities and their compatibility. Light and dark magic require a combination of thought, quality

, and elements, so there aren't many magicians who specialize in them. Most magicians of all types

use basic to intermediate levels of light and dark magic. Those who specialize in these two types of magic

are mostly members of various religions.
As for summoning magic, it depends on the magician's mana and the compatibility with the magical beasts. The stronger the mana,

the more powerful the magical beasts that can be tamed.
However, not all magicians can summon magical beasts. The reason is simple: magical beasts, due to their nature and varying intelligence

, will assess whether a magician is worthy of their following. When you capture a magical beast, you use summoning

magic to communicate with it spiritually. If it accepts you, it will accept your summoning magic and acknowledge you as its master.

If it doesn't accept you, there's no other way but to force it to submit and acknowledge you as its master through inhuman communication. To put it

bluntly , it means the monster doesn't like you, hates you, despises you, and simply doesn't want to deal with you.
In terms of summoning magic, the elves are arguably among the most powerful,

as their upbringing and mental state are roughly similar to those of monsters. Therefore, elves

generally use summoning magic better than humans or other races.
Furthermore, elven girls are top-tier beauties. Even the most ordinary elven

girl is considered a top-tier beauty by humans and other races. Therefore, in the black market for slaves,

elven slaves are considered high-class goods. Their prices are about half to half the price of the next-tier fox-girl beauties

.
When I saw the school sign, I was speechless. As I approached

the followed the strokes of the characters, uh… it really was "Martial Arts," not "Inheritance"!
Damn, I've entered the wrong school. That was my immediate reaction. Looking at that sign, my memory drifted back to

before I even arrived at this school.
"Excuse me, which way is Chengmen High School?" I asked a firewood vendor by the roadside

.
"Huh...what the hell...what are you talking about?!"
The merchant's answer left me completely bewildered. What were you talking about? Never mind, I asked again, "Excuse

me , is there a school nearby called Chengmen High School?"
"Oh... a school? You should have said so earlier! What do you mean by 'high school'? I don't understand. Let me tell you,

see that fork in the road at the end of the street? Turn right, keep going, go around a pond, and you'll see a hill.

That's where I got my firewood. The school is halfway up that hill." With that, the merchant, seeing I had business,

felt too embarrassed to ask any more questions and picked up my luggage, heading towards the school.
Recalling that moment of asking for directions, ah, I'd been tricked! My mood plummeted. No... wait,

I can get a refund! Thinking that I'd only filled out the forms and the other procedures weren't finished, hey... there's

a chance! Thinking... thinking... my mood naturally improved.
"Hehe... Anyway, this isn't a prestigious university, and besides, I just finished filling out the application materials

, so... even if it's about student loans, you haven't submitted it yet, there's still

room , right? Mr. Nobi Dafir!"
Usually, people's expressions change as quickly as a fairy's when they need something. Of course, I was no exception.

Although I asked politely, I was secretly furious!
"Is that so?"
The old man said, "Is that so?" Then he picked up a thick application form, weighed it in

his hand , and flipped through it with his other hand. After flipping through several pages, the old man handed the application form to me.
"See this? Application form—Article 99, Section 10 of the Application Agreement: Please read the Application

Regulations carefully. The Application Regulations of this school are a unilateral contract. Once the personal information and

signature and verified to be correct, the application is immediately valid. Anyone who wishes to terminate

this contract after the application is valid will be subject to punitive damages of 1,500 Confederate Gold Coins. Therefore, all

applicants to read this agreement carefully before applying to Martial Arts High School."
After reading this clause, a cold sweat broke out on my back. My god, this isn't an application

form , it's a loan agreement from an underground bank!
"This...this is a complete scam! You old bastard!" I couldn't take it anymore and roared! I pointed angrily at the old man,

but he remained unfazed, his arrogant demeanor seemingly saying, "Money...money...I'm

waiting for you."
"Don't say it, I know what you're thinking. My application terms have been approved by the Confederate

Education , so... kid, you only have two choices now: either enroll obediently and

be a good student, or give this old man 1,500 Confederate gold coins to spend." The old man, seeing

my expression, had already completely blocked my escape route.
The terms approved by the Education Review Committee are legally binding. Now, as this old man said,

I enroll or pay. I... where would I get so much money? In all my life,

the highest denomination I've ever seen is ten Confederate gold coins, and my annual living expenses are only five Confederate gold coins. This... 1,500

Confederate gold coins, how could I possibly afford that?
"Hey... kid, what's your decision?"
The old man's sly smile returned. I knew I really couldn't escape this time. I should just accept my fate. Anyway, my past

records showed that the school would

automatically expel me shortly after enrollment for reasons like being late, leaving early, skipping classes, or taking too many absences. So... fine, I'll gamble. What's there to be afraid of!
"Okay... I accept it. I'll enroll." "
That's right, that's a good student who wants to study seriously. Our school won't let you suffer for taking our money!

Here, take this book list. Go to the administration office to pick up your books later. Oh... I almost forgot, you

can just find me to pick up your books. I almost forgot I work part-time in administration."
Hearing the old man's last words, I only had one thought: Let me die!
"By the way, about this student loan, the school... uh, no, I mean, how much tuition do you want to apply for?"

I almost forgot about the student loan application. I almost ended up with

a debt of 1,500 gold coins because of the breach of my enrollment application. Seeing that this old man looked like he was trying to rip me off, I thought it would be better to ask him more clearly.
"Oh... not much, not much!" the old man muttered, putting the enrollment application back on the table and

picking up my student loan application to read it carefully.
"Wait...wait, let me see! Hmm...tuition and fees—fifteen gold coins; instructor's

fee—one hundred gold coins; school district maintenance fee, various activity equipment usage fees, annual desk and chair replacement fee...

add all that up, uh, oh...eight hundred and fifty gold coins. So...the total fee is one thousand gold coins.

By the way, this year's student loan application is with the fourth branch of the German Confederation Bank Union."
When the old man read out all the application fees, all I could think was, this...this...is this

some kind of scheme? Even the instructor's fee is included, plus it's

a loan from the fourth branch of the German Confederation Bank Union. Everyone knows that this fourth branch of the Confederation Bank Union is a well-known

legal Uh...I seriously doubt this is really a school? This is practically an underground lending operation!

This...who's going to kill me?!
"Don't worry, our school has a series of student part-time job application programs. We will never let students leave

our school with such huge student loan fees. You can use a year of part-

time work to pay off the debt. Don't worry, the interest rate for this student loan is the lowest ever, only eight percent—

calculated quarterly. It used to be twelve percent, so you can relax." The old man said with a smug look

.
"Fine, I give up. Give me the textbooks I need after enrollment. Also, where is the dormitory? I'm

feeling I'm not arguing with you anymore. I surrender." I waved my hand. I was completely defeated in this battle

. Now I can't advance or retreat. I'll settle for second best and slowly wear you down after enrollment. Let

me go back to the dormitory to rest first, and then I'll fight you again in the second round.
After I finished speaking, I took the book collection list. Looking at it, there were no books listed;

there was only one book in total. I glanced at the old man; the old man's demand for money was still the same as ever. I quickly signed my name and handed the list back to him.

He turned around and took out a very thick book from behind his back. I looked at it…
"Is it a new book? Why is it all tattered?" I asked.
"Don't let its age fool you, this book is the culmination of the efforts of all your seniors!" the old man retorted loudly.
"The culmination of the efforts of all my

seniors Who were these seniors that they could withstand this old man's ruthless treatment?
"Oh! You mean those recruitment posters? No, it's because the windows of those classrooms have been in disrepair for years, and

the school didn't have the extra funds to repair them, so they just picked up these big posters from the roadside and stuck them up. Hey...

they actually work!"
The old man was quite pleased with his clever trick, but hearing it hurt me deeply.
"Stop talking! Just tell me where the dormitory is!" My heart was bleeding, and I

was on the verge of a breakdown.
**********

...

Before I even left that so-called teaching office, the old man instructed me not to be late for my first day

of class . Anyone late would be penalized with a silver coin according to school rules. If that were the case, I might work myself

to death after graduation and still not be able to pay back the money I owed the school.
Currency was unified by the Allied Currency Foundation established by the five major alliances of this era.

To unify the value of currencies, gold, silver, and copper were used as the basic currency values: one hundred copper coins

for one silver coin, and ten silver coins for one gold coin. To prevent unauthorized minting from affecting the market and

to clarify the responsibilities of each alliance, each alliance had its own currency design, but these were still

interchangeable until the currency reached public and private financial institutions in the market for exchange.
To put it simply, if you use the currency issued by the German Confederation

to spend , the merchant will automatically convert the received currency into the currency issued by the New Era Federation. The currency issued by the German Confederation will be exchanged

annually by financial institutions with representatives from each allied nation through market settlement . 　　The elemental crystals produced by the various states and tribes within the alliance will have their prices determined by the free market. The Foundation does not interfere with the trading of elemental crystals unless the market price rises . In such cases, the Foundation will intervene in the market to stabilize elemental crystal trading. This measure significantly reduces the chances of a few speculators using elemental crystals, a high-priced necessity, for illegal activities. 　　Looking at the stone slab house before me, my head was throbbing terribly. What bad luck I've had today! Why am I being treated like this just to get to study? 　　Pushing open the small wooden door that could barely be called a door to the stone house, I saw an empty room with only a bed, a desk and chair, and a small cubicle separated from the main bathroom. There wasn't much furniture, and the whole place looked like it hadn't been cleaned in ages. A thick , and the bed was even worse—it had a large hole in the middle, with termites crawling around it. 　　Furthermore, the windows above the bed and desk had long since rotted away , leaving only half of them open. 　　"Ha...ha..." I laughed at the scene before me, a helpless laugh. 　　"Sigh..." I sighed deeply. Since today was my first day of school, and the old man hadn't said we 'd start classes today, I might as well use the day to tidy up this little nest that I might be living in for the next year! 　　As soon as I finished speaking, I used a wooden board to scrape some clean surface off the desk, placed my clothes on it, and began my thorough cleaning. 　　First, I opened all the ventilation openings, including the two half-open windows, and then ran to the bathroom stall next to the stone slab house. When I opened the door, I saw a pair of stray cats, a couple, seemingly appearing , making love. Just as I opened the door, two pairs of cat eyes looked at me. I stared into their eyes, and the male cat, who was on top of the female cat, suddenly meowed. He hadn't even pulled his penis out of her body yet , and he was still dragging her away. Apparently, this hurt the female cat, because she let out a loud yelp and slapped the male cat across the face with her paw. 　　As a result, this one slash ended the brief affair between the male and female cats. Seeing that the female cat had scratched him, the male cat, disregarding their previous encounter, twisted and leaped, pulling the little creature still attached to the female cat. With a swift swipe of his claws, he attacked the female cat, and the two cats fought their way from the cubicle all the way to the dense woods behind the house. 　　"Forgive me...forgive me..." I said with a smile, using a teasing tone, mimicking the words often uttered by members of a certain religion of the Yanhuang people after committing a mistake. 　　The bathroom facilities were quite good; the toilets, both large and small, were fairly clean. The shower room had a large wooden tub for storing water, and inside that was a smaller tub, probably for collecting water for me. 　　Since the bathroom facilities weren't as dirty as I had imagined, I immediately began cleaning the stone slab house. The first step in cleaning the house was the bed. Since the bed's wooden planks had a large hole, I simply removed the . After getting rid of the termites and cleaning the bed, I put the door back on—hey…it fit perfectly! 　　The second step was to remove cobwebs and dust from every nook and cranny. During the cleaning process, I also discovered one particularly difficult corner…

I found over a dozen silver coins bearing the five-clawed dragon seal issued by the Yanhuang clan. Finding these coins made me incredibly happy

. I wondered which kind senior student was so insightful, predicting that someone would fall into that old man's

clutches again, and leaving these coins to support future juniors so they wouldn't suffer too much.
I picked up one of the coins and carefully hid it away, secretly

vowing that if I could escape that old man's clutches, I would do

the same and leave some money here, so that if any unfortunate junior were to suffer the same fate, it would

lessen the damage.
After cleaning the hard-to-reach corners of the room, I moved on to the desk and the chair. While cleaning the desk, I discovered

a hidden compartment in the drawer. It wasn't large, only enough to hold about twenty or thirty sheets of standard paper. The papers

had both text and hand-drawn illustrations. The text was densely written and I couldn't make out what it said, but I could

understand the illustrations. They were roughly depictions of sexual intercourse, with dozens of positions shown in each illustration, each

accompanied by a description!
Ha... I wonder which senior left these behind. But with such good stuff, I won't be bored living here

alone !
After finally cleaning the entire room and the bathroom, I was drenched in sweat. The water bucket,

which had been half full, was now empty.
After a short rest, I carried the bucket and headed towards the woods behind the house. I don't know who came up with the bad idea

of building the dormitory on the mountaintop. It's exhausting for us all. Fortunately, I've been independent since childhood

, so these little things aren't too difficult for me.
Walking along the forest path, seemingly carved out by someone, the dense trees allowed

sunlight to filter through, and a gentle breeze lingered in the woods.
After about ten minutes, the path ended at a small pond. It seemed this forest path

had been carved out by a senior student to collect water.
The pond wasn't deep, only reaching my thighs. The clear water reflected the bottom, and many

fish swam and foraged.
I approached the pond, scooped out a little water from a wooden bucket to rinse it, and then began filling it with water. After doing this

a dozen times, the large wooden bucket in the bathroom was nearly nine-tenths full before I returned to the pond, satisfied,

to wash myself.
Early September weather was hot but with a touch of coolness. The water in the pool was cool but not icy. I

tested ; it was just right. I easily pulled off all my clothes

and jumped into the water.
"Wow...so refreshing!" I gently shook my hands in the water, squatted down in the pool, maintaining

buoyancy with only my head above the surface, occasionally dipping it in to enjoy the cool sensation.

Instantly, the day's fatigue was washed away in the pool.
Just as I was happily playing with the little fish in the pool (actually, I was chasing them),

I suddenly saw a red light emanating from a crevice in the water.
"What is that? It even emits red light?" A faint red light shimmered on the golden surface of the water.

I looked on curiously, wondering what could possess such wondrous light energy?
People say: curiosity killed the mouse. That's absolutely true.
I swam to the source of the red light, submerged myself in the pool, and slowly parted the pile of pebbles .

A moment later, I saw a tiny bead, about the size of a thumb, lying quietly in the water, slowly emitting its

own luster. As the cracks in the rocks widened, the red light shone even brighter.
When I reached out and picked up the red bead, a strange heat instantly spread from my palm

throughout my body , concentrating all around three inches below my navel. This feeling was fleeting;

in the cool pool water, it wasn't particularly surprising. Of course, this was also because my

attention , so I didn't notice the strange sensation.
"How beautiful! Hmm… there's a smoky feeling flowing inside the bead." I held the bead up to the back of

the sunlight, examining the small red bead closely.
"Great! I never expected to find something so good while just soaking in the water and taking a bath.

Heaven , otherwise that old man's antics this morning would

have ruined my mood." I held the red bead in my hand and slowly walked back to the pool.
"Alright, I can go back and rest now!" I quickly put my clothes back on, thinking: Today was a mixed

bag .
Back in the so-called dormitory stone hut, it was almost evening. After entering, I first put away the red bead

, then changed out of my filthy clothes and went to the bathroom to wash them and hang them to air

dry on a tree branch outside, otherwise I wouldn't have any clothes to wear tomorrow.
Back in the stone hut, I pulled up a chair, opened my luggage, and took out today's dinner: a slice of meat-

filled toast with a hard-boiled egg and a few vegetables mixed in.
Fortunately, I bought a quick breakfast on the street in town early this morning to rush to school. I

planned to eat after completing the registration process, but not only did I end up at the wrong school, but that old geezer also

messed things up, turning my breakfast into dinner.
I ate my dinner while looking at the textbook that old geezer gave me today.

Seriously I only wanted to learn some basic subjects after enrolling, but instead, this old geezer gave me

books on magic theory. What's even more ridiculous is that this so-called textbook is a completely

handwritten copy , densely covered with handwritten text. I wonder where all my seniors are now?
Looking at this magic book, my spirits sank. It's not that I can't use magic, but my own

constitution and the various magical elements existing in the space don't mesh well. Every time I use magic, I have to

prepare for a long time before I can cast it. As a result, I've been called a "half-baked magic apprentice,"

so I gave up learning magic and switched to studying basic subjects.
Looking at that magic book, I became less and less interested in flipping through it. After finishing dinner, I simply put the magic book away and

took out some good stuff left behind by some senior student to look at.
As I stared at the dense text on the first page, the more I read, the stranger it seemed. It contained

strange phrases like "qi gathers in the dantian, cycles endlessly, all qi returns to one, qi swallows heaven and earth," and so on. But because it was so

strange , my body unconsciously began to move in accordance with the descriptions. Unexpectedly, this

caused some inexplicable phenomena to slowly appear throughout my body.
Initially, as I began studying the first sentence, it felt as if

many different forces were running wildly through my body. As I read less,

all the forces generated throughout my body concentrated three inches below my navel. At the same time I finished studying the page, the forces that had been generated

throughout my body disappeared. Instead, a

force seemed to concentrate three inches below my navel, but I felt no discomfort; on the contrary, my whole body was filled with even more energy.
I felt a strange excitement. I picked up the stack of papers and sat on the bed, following the descriptions to generate various energies within

my body , just like before. I then

concentrated these energies three inches below my navel, as described on the papers.
Perhaps my body had naturally become accustomed to the way this method worked, because after several repetitions,

I no longer needed to look at the descriptions; my body operated on its own according to the process.
Of course, having learned most of the written instructions, what followed was what men love most

. But it would have been better if I hadn't looked. As soon as

I did Normally, I would cool it down with cold water, but this time it seemed ineffective. Not only that, but

my little brother was half a size larger than usual, almost comparable to the old man's penis I saw this morning—

it was even more impressive.
"Wow! Cold water didn't work, so I'll have to use the last resort: sleep!"
Based on my usual methods, if my little brother is still standing strong after cold water,

sleeping is almost a guaranteed solution. With that, I stuffed the stack of papers into

a (it should be "too" now), and fell asleep.
Chapter Four: The Lustful Dragon
In my dream, I vaguely felt a certain hard part of my body being surrounded by a warm, slippery, soft object

. The slow, gentle suction made that hard part swell even larger.
Sometimes I felt that the hard part was sometimes hot, sometimes cold, sometimes loose, sometimes tight. Sometimes

the sensation changed with the movement of the soft object, but the same thing was that the feeling was very comfortable, vaguely revealing a pleasure that was about to

come out.
Enjoying this feeling in my dream was both illusory and very real. In the dream, I was in a

state of floating, but this feeling, both real and illusory, prompted me to explore further. Finally, I broke free from the illusion of

my dream . I opened my eyes, and what appeared before me was an absolutely erotic scene.
The bright moonlight outside shone through the half-damaged window, illuminating the small stone house. Although the light

wasn't as bright as daytime, the soft moonlight allowed me to see clearly what was in front of me.
A beautiful woman with long, waist-length hair, flawless white skin, and a voluptuous figure

, was naked before me. I wanted to speak, but found myself unable to utter a sound. I wanted to move,

but my body was frozen in place on the bed, still in the same position I had been in when I fell asleep.
The woman's slender, long hands were constantly stroking my erect penis, using

various , each one making me gasp for breath.
Because the woman was kneeling on my lower thighs, her long hair obscured most of her face

, but I could still vaguely make out that she was quite attractive.
Because of her kneeling position, her heavy, firm breasts pressed against my thighs, rubbing against them with

her movements. Perhaps due to the restriction of her movement,

she was acutely aware of these subtle movements; the slight rubbing of her breasts against my thighs allowed me to tell that the

protrusions in a state of pleasure.
The woman's hands continued moving, but her head had moved towards my penis. A series of sensations came, and my thigh muscles

felt a softening sensation, only to immediately return to their original state.
She was licking my ammunition storage chambers. As her tongue teased them, the two '

protein seemed to be vying for her dynamic, fragrant tongue.
"Huff..." I couldn't help but exhale deeply. The woman beneath me was not only licking my

penis with her tongue, but also sucking on my testicles.
Her sucking and licking made it impossible for me to calmly consider what was happening.
"Ghostly encounter?" That was my first thought, but... was that possible? Could the feeling of encountering a ghost be that

real? But how could I explain being unable to move or speak?
Could it be that I encountered a flirtatious female ghost who specifically drains men's essence as food, letting you soar to the heavens first,

and then taking your life at the moment of your climax? Or was it a trick played by that old man, giving me

a girl , making me addicted, and then extorting money from me? Besides, that old man is elusive; I

'm stuck here now, it must be his doing.
I felt the various stimuli from the woman's movements in my mind, while simultaneously analyzing

the problem . The latter seemed most likely.

Putting aside everything else, just the way that old man treated me during the day showed he was no good. And considering the woman's practiced movements beneath me, it was clear that the old man

had spent a fortune hiring someone to orchestrate this.
After considering this, I made up my mind: don't let me gain the upper hand, or I'll

show what an invincible, virgin rooster is!
Daring to eat my virgin rooster? They're asking for death! This rooster is meant for my future wife;

how can I let such a casual woman eat it? My rooster is sacred and inviolable. Dare to eat my

virgin rooster? I'll show you what a real virgin rooster is like.
Thinking about it was one thing, doing it was another; I still couldn't move my body or open my mouth, I didn't know what to do.
The woman had been manipulating me for a long time, but my penis remained firmly erect, unshaken.

So I had to move my target again, aiming her tongue at my penis once more.
Sucking, licking, stroking, sucking, holding… I tried every method available, but my penis remained

unmoved ,
showing no sign of ejaculation. The woman, probably getting impatient, slowly rose to her feet. Her exquisite, alluring figure and firm, full

breasts flashed before my eyes as she stood.
As she slowly moved her body in a half-squatting position towards my penis, I could even

clearly the glistening moisture on her pubic hair.
The woman reached out, grasped my penis, and slowly moved her moist vulva above it

. Her body sank.
"Oh…" A very soft moan escaped her lips. I felt the same urge to groan

, but the sound was muffled. But at that moment, I felt like I was being raped. I thought I

could only turn my head away and let the tears flow. Ah… my first time in the bedroom, gone just like that.
But I didn't turn away in despair and let the unknown woman trample on me.

Instead, I watched her, watching her thrust in and out of my penis.
I don't know if her movements slowed down because of my size, or if it was also her first time, but her beautiful

face showed a hint of pain.
As time passed, she seemed to get used to the size of my penis, and her movements gradually

quickened. Her face, which had shown some pain, now turned into one of pleasure, and her moans

grew louder with each movement.
"Mmm… ah… mmm…" The moans echoed rhythmically in the room, and I felt

the warmth, wetness, and tightness of her vagina.
"Ah… oh… hurry… come out, give me back my essence!" Her moans carried a different

kind of plea.
"What...what essence? Why didn't you say so earlier? Aren't you taking my sperm right now?" Because

her voice was faint, I couldn't hear her very clearly, but since she said "essence," I figured she wanted my sperm!
Being made love to by a stunningly beautiful woman is definitely a pleasure for a man, but conversely

, being restrained, having your voice muffled, and being violently made love to without being able to make any responsive movements

is absolutely cruel and abusive for a man.
"Quick...quick...the essence, please return to my body!" The woman's moans changed again, this time with

a hint of helplessness and urgency.
My penis was being moved up and down by the woman's wonderful honey hole, like the tip of a succulent constantly

making the most intimate contact with the walls of her honey hole. With each movement of the woman, my succulent

scraped out the lustful fluid produced by her body from the inside out, making my entire penis wet. Although my body couldn't move, this

feeling was not bad either.
Perhaps the woman was nearing her limit, for the suction within her honeyed orifice grew stronger, as if it wanted to

bite off tight yet slippery.
The woman's movements became increasingly vigorous, each thrust swallowing my entire penis into her tight little hole, the tip

of her nipple penetrating deeper into that beautiful but unknowable realm with each stroke.
"Mmm...ah...mmm...mmm...no...I can't take it anymore, hurry...hurry, my essence,

give it back to me, I...I...I can't take it anymore!"
As soon as the woman finished speaking, the entire stone house was bathed in a brilliant red light, brighter than moonlight, a blood-red hue

filling the entire room. Simultaneously, the woman's movements locked her body tightly in place,

the contact between her honeyed orifice and my penis reaching its most intimate point.
The tight, elastic walls of her vagina gripped my penis tightly, the tip feeling like countless tiny hands caressing

it. The intense sensual sensation made me want to release all the semen I had stored up for years at once.
Just as I was about to climax, the words from that unknown erotic book I'd read that evening flashed into

my mind, and my body naturally activated its internal energy cultivation technique.
"Ah...no...quick...quick...give me back my essence!" the woman

cried I truly heard her; she wanted her essence.
Perhaps due to the natural activation of the internal energy cultivation technique, I was supposed to reach

the peak of climax with her, but due to tension, the internal energy cultivation

technique .
This preventation, however, actually made things worse. My penis suddenly thickened and lengthened,

causing the woman to cry out. Instead of me ejaculating first, she released a large amount of her vaginal fluid. And perhaps because

there was so much fluid, I felt a suction sensation at my urethra, as if it were drawing the woman's

fluid back into my body, afraid of wasting it.
"Ah...no...no...don't!" the woman screamed, struggling to shake her body. But because

she had just climaxed and their bodies were so tightly joined, it was too late for her to pull away.
"So...so good!"
Ah...I can speak now. I tried to move different parts of my body, and I could move! With that movement, my

wish was about to be fulfilled.
Perhaps because the woman had climaxed too much, she lay limply on top of me. I moved my body, pinning her

beneath me. My penis wasn't pulled out. Soon, the roles reversed, and I immediately started shaking my hips,

thrusting my penis in again with all my might.
"Ah...no..."
The woman, who was already somewhat weak, screamed again after this. I didn't care. To get revenge, I

thrust in and out even harder with each stroke. After about a hundred thrusts, the woman beneath me quickly reached her

second orgasm, and I, just like the first time, sucked the sweetness she ejaculated from my glans.
After her second orgasm, the woman was visibly weak, but that didn't mean I would let her go. I

pulled out my penis, which gleamed silver in the moonlight, a silver tinged with blood. I tried to think about what that

bloodiness meant, but my desire for revenge was stronger, stronger than anything else—I only wanted to get revenge on her.
I held the woman's slender waist; her supple skin felt so good.
I didn't let her rest for long; after all, she had provoked me first. I got out of bed, picked her up, and...

I cleared the things off the desk, then picked the woman up from the bed. She wasn't too heavy, and as soon as I

lifted her , I immediately thrust my penis back into her wet, sweet hole. Her narrow opening hadn't

loosened despite my repeated penetration.
The woman automatically wrapped her long legs around my waist, enjoying

the few techniques I'd learned from that erotic book.
The sounds of flesh slapping echoed in my ears,

and the woman's moans were even louder than the previous two rounds. I, too, exerted myself to the utmost.
"Good...good...I...I...I'm coming again!" Soon, as I changed to the second position,

the woman lay on the desk, her hands gripping the edge, while I lay behind her, penetrating her from behind

, simultaneously enjoying her incredibly firm and full breasts from back to front. The delicate, bean-sized nipples, which had been firm and full,
remained in a state of pleasure throughout the ongoing, uninterrupted sex. They changed shape constantly in my hands. 　　"Good...good...ah...it's coming again!" 　　The third climax arrived, her juices spilling onto the floor. Under the moonlight, they reflected on us, creating . The unfinished flow of her juices wasn't as intense as the initial spray; as her strength waned, the juices simply trickled down her slender, jade-like legs. 　　The fourth round began. I, who hadn't yet ejaculated, didn't have many problems besides the exhaustion. It was the woman who, after this long period of interaction, seemed utterly exhausted, but that wasn't a reason for me to let her go now . 　　I carried her back to the bed and thrust into her again. The woman cried out again, but her subsequent moans lacked the heightened passion of the previous times. Even so, I continued my vigorous thrusts, my hands not neglecting her full breasts . In this final round, perhaps the suction of her vagina wasn't as strong, I finally ejaculated all the semen I had accumulated over the years deep into her vagina.

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