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"...It's strange that there would be a transfer student at this time." The person responsible for leading Jadis to the classroom was the Son of Death. Read the book
Noticing the suspicion in the other party's tone, Jatis said angrily: "Don't think too much, I just can't adapt to life in an ordinary school, so my dad forced me to come to the Death Martial Arts Academy to study."
Naturally, the son of the God of Death would not believe Jadis's words easily, but he still had a reason to make excuses and followed the trend of the conversation: "So, it is your father who is in a special situation?"
"It's useless to talk nonsense from me. I don't know what deal he has with the God of Death." Jatis could only reply, "You can keep an eye on my stinky old man. Let's not mention his personality as a troublemaker. It’s like being cursed by the law of cause and effect. Events will happen wherever you go, so keeping an eye on him will definitely yield something.”
As for whether he can keep an eye on Feiton, that's another matter. Anyway, Jatis didn't lie.
"That's a pretty rude comment... Are you really his son?" The son of Death frowned.
"Yes, it's unfortunate." Jatis was melancholy for a moment, and then asked in a weird tone, "It's normal to have problems in the parent-child relationship. Isn't it the same for you?"
The son of the god of death stopped and said seriously: "Don't talk nonsense, I respect your father very much!"
"Really~ That's probably because there was something wrong with my understanding. I thought you were questioning the decision made by the God of Death~" Jatis had a mocking smile on his face.
"...!" The Son of Death looked sullen, but quickly turned his head to the other side.
[The Son of Death] is not the result of the love between Death and a certain woman, but an individual born from the core of the soul fragment that Death actively separated and fused with other soul fragments. When the Son of Death, who only possesses the power of "law", masters the power of "madness", the God of Death will usher in the end of his life, and the Son of Death will be promoted to the next God of Death.
The motive of the God of Death in seeking a successor is unknown. Perhaps he believes that a complete God of Death is needed to establish a new order in the new era. Perhaps it is simply that he has been slacking off for too long. Perhaps he feels the will of the world as a god, but it is certain. What's more, the God of Death is not attached to the position of god, and everything he does is for righteousness.
However, only a handful of people knew about the inheritance, excluding the person involved - the Son of Death. Under the riddle-like speech and the exclusive task of guiding growth, the Son of Death suspected that there was some ulterior conspiracy.
Jatis grinned. When he saw other people's family life being unsatisfactory, he felt full of recognition and pleasure: "Whether you agree or not, I just responded to your question, and now it's my turn - what you just said 'at this time' What do you mean, what happened to Death Martial Arts Academy recently?"
"Ah... who hung these two paintings!? Aren't they a little off?" The Son of Death took out a tape measure from his pocket and adjusted the hanging paintings on both sides of the corridor.
Jadis was speechless and said: "...This is the most blunt way of changing the topic I have ever encountered."
"No, you misunderstood. He is just a neurotic young master." The sister of the two-gun sisters, the weapons of the Son of Death, waved her hands. "What you want to know is not a secret at all. I can tell it on your behalf."
The younger sister of the Two-Gun Sisters raised her hands in the air and shouted stupidly: "Symmetry is his aesthetics."
Jadis looked at the Son of Death who was carefully adjusting the position of the hanging painting, and wondered: "But his hair color is not asymmetrical at all."
"Ah——!" The son of the God of Death broke through his defense instantly and lay on the ground, beating the floor and crying, "Anyway, I'm just a pig that no one wants. I might as well just die!"
The son of Death has three horizontal white lines on the left side of his hair. This thing's scientific name is "Three Ways". The three lines themselves have no practical effect. They only mean that the Son of Death has the power of law. If he masters the power of madness, the right half of his hair will appear. There will also be three-way lines.
Similarly, the person involved did not know this setting and was simply sad about his asymmetrical appearance.
Sister Pistol covered her face and said: "Oh, here we go again... again
I have to comfort the young master for a while, he will definitely be late for class. "
"It doesn't matter, I didn't want to go to class in the first place!" Sister Pistol held her head high and gave a thumbs up.
Jadis blinked and asked strangely: "If you care about hair color so much, why don't you dye your hair?"
"I tried! But whether I dyed the right side of my hair to have three white lines or the left side of my hair to be pure black, the effect will soon lose." No matter what, he is the future god of death, with special powers. physique.
Jatis said casually: "Then wear a hat."
"Ah——" The Son of Death suddenly jumped up from the ground, grabbed Jadis's hands, and said with shining eyes, "Are you a genius!?"
After saying that, he turned around and ran in the direction he came from, leaving behind a sentence: "You take him to the classroom, and I will go to the clothing store to pick out a hat that both suits my identity and is full of symmetrical aesthetics——"
"...Are you two his weapons?" Jatis asked.
"Yes, it's unfortunate." Sister Pistol said weakly.
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"...There are not many normal people in the faculty and staff of this school." Feiton, who followed Death to the office, gave his initial impression.
A zombie, a mummy, a Frankenstein with a huge screw in his head, a lecherous man with a porn magazine in his hand, a one-eyed woman who wants to marry an office chair, the only normal person is a man who can do it just by looking at it A strong girl with short hair and glasses.
(Crack) Everyone in the office suddenly distanced themselves. Among them, the mummy turned into a dagger and was used by the zombies, and the lecherous man turned into a sickle and was used by Frankenstein.
"Calm down, calm down~" This is why the God of Death had to go there in person, "This is Teacher Feiton who will join the job starting today, everyone should get along well~"
"Master Death, are you serious?" The short-haired girl with glasses stared at Feiton. As one of the Death weapons (DeathScythe), her soul perception ability is naturally not inferior. "Even if you tell me, he was I also believe in the first generation of sealed ghosts and gods."
"Well, I already have enough code names, please don't add another 'ghost', see clearly -" Feiton stretched out his index finger, and the madness from the City of Death swarmed in, and a trace of the madness came from Frankenstein's body. Extracted.
After the madness gathered into a red sphere the size of an apple, Feiton continued: "——The madness of ghosts and gods you call is different from the madness of mine."
It is difficult to express the difference in simple words. I can only say in general terms that Guishen's is madness born of fear, while Feton's is arrogant and unruly born from the yearning for freedom.
"...Indeed, there is a little difference." The faculty members breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well, I think it's completely different, but it's good to clear up the misunderstanding." After saying that, Feiton threw the aggregation of mad energy into his mouth.
"What the hell!" The faculty members were shocked.
In fact, even the look in Death's eyes suddenly changed, but it was hidden behind the mask and not shown.
"What's wrong?" Feiton looked at everyone strangely, and suddenly realized, "Ah... don't worry, I often use similar things to practice, and use my soul fire to burn out all negative thoughts, and I can't even destroy my will. It's nothing but madness that can corrode me."
Frankenstein turned his head and said seriously: "Lord Death?"
The God of Death made a cute gesture and told the most important information: "Yes, Teacher Feton is very strong~ Although he will not work for me, he will help protect the City of the God of Death during his tenure."
