Magic!

"Uh, I don't know? I've never thought about this problem." The black cat scratched his cat cheek.

"I have reason to suspect that the inventors of these curses invented such weird curses just to deceive princes and princesses into kissing each other." Russell speculated, "If these curses become more popular, we need to recommend that the royal families of small countries canonize more Some princes and princesses are here to take charge of breaking the curse."

At this point, Russell came up with a new idea:

"I think I can invent a new curse and the only way to undo it is to wire $100 million into Russell's account."

ah? The black cat narrowed his eyes and did not comment on this.

After browsing through the above five main extraordinary abilities, plus some other dark magic knowledge in his mind, Russell couldn't help but sigh. The abilities provided by the black magic knowledge scroll are very practical and powerful, but he doesn't know if they will. Mutated due to his own mutant talent.

No wonder the third grade is a stage of qualitative change. Magic abilities suddenly increase a lot, especially with the addition of destructive means such as "death rays". Finally, I am no longer a deformed mage who only controls spells but has no output!

"So, classmate Russell, can you start trying to use black magic?"

Professor Black Amber, who had been waiting on the lawn for a long time, urged.

"Okay." Russell nodded slightly.

Although he has only absorbed the knowledge on the scroll and has not truly mastered the corresponding spells and cannot exert the full power of the spells, with Russell's current level of spiritual cultivation and attainments in the field of necromancy, as long as he has the corresponding knowledge, he can forcibly Channel spiritual energy and exhibit a weakened version of the corresponding extraordinary ability.

Although the power was greatly reduced, Russell was not fighting now anyway, he just wanted to test how powerful the negative emotions would be to cast black magic.

Russell gently raised his right hand with a relaxed posture, and the rich darkness lingered on his fingertips, as if coming from the deepest lightless night.

Exhaustion ray!

The negative emotions needed for this spell are dissatisfaction, resentment, and depression accumulated in the heart. Russell half-squinted his eyes, trying to recall various unhappy things, and brewing the corresponding emotions in his heart.

One thing after another that made Russell sad flashed through his mind.

The black cat's amber eyes reflected the boy's gradual change in face - from the originally calm and cold face to a face full of gloom.

Professor Black Amber's heart was in his throat.

The first time they use black magic is an extremely critical moment for many students. Not every student can calmly accept and control the shadow in their heart. Many future fallen black magicians behaved differently the first time they used black magic!

Russell felt that his heart was getting heavier and heavier, and the depressed emotions were accumulating in his heart as if it were materialized, giving him a very distinct foreign body feeling, as if a monster was forcibly living in his heart.

etc!

"Young man, what's going on with you? Are you okay?" asked the Demon King who lived in Russell's heart.

No wonder he always felt like there was a foreign body in his heart, it was because there was really something here... Russell was relieved.

The shadow lingering between Russell's fingers became thicker and thicker, as if it had condensed into a substantial liquid, finally reaching the point where it could be released.

"I see, one exhaustion ray requires about this much negative emotion."

Russell nodded gently, carefully felt his mental state, and gained a quantitative understanding of the negative emotions needed to release black magic.

According to Russell's newly acquired occult knowledge, except for the death ray, which requires more extreme hatred, the other types of black magic require negative emotions that are similar to or less than the exhaustion ray.

"Child, try to release this black magic later." Professor Black Amber guided.

Russell pointed his index finger to the sky, completely releasing the darkness accumulated in his heart. It was as if a torrent broke down a dam or a volcano erupted, and the suppressed emotions were completely released.

A black ray shot out from Russell's fingertips, shot straight into the sky, and then disappeared.

"Okay, kid, can you try to control the demon in your heart?" Professor Black Amber wanted to ask, but suddenly remembered that Russell really had a demon in his heart, so he changed his words:

"Okay, kid, can you try to control the shadow in your heart? Do you think these negative emotions have a big impact on you?"

Russell lowered his head and began to calculate the area of ​​his psychological shadow.

Calculation found that the area of ​​​​my psychological shadow is zero.

"Professor, I feel that my current state is surprisingly good, and I feel indescribably happy."

Russell's face was rosy, and the young man's delicate face was rosy and full of color. He just felt that he was in a very happy mood now, and besides being happy, he was still happy.

Even the surrounding environment became cute in Russell's eyes. Every passing college student looked so amiable that one couldn't help but want to make friends. Even the little black cat on the ground changed. His eyebrows became clearer and his eyes became more beautiful.

Because he was so happy, Russell hummed a cheerful ditty.

The Demon King living in Russell's heart also felt the changes in his living environment:

"Young man, what did you just do? Why is the atmosphere in your heart different? Why do I feel so happy for no reason?"

Professor Black Amber looked at Russell who was humming happily, and was extremely shocked. His amber pupils widened violently:

"Russell, what's going on with you?"

Russell thought for a moment and replied:

"I think it's probably because the energy of black magic comes from the negative emotions in my heart. After I released the black magic, I consumed the negative energy in my heart, and only love, peace and joy were left in my heart, so I was very happy. Life is full of love.”

"What the hell is this, this, this, this, this?" Black Cat's jaw almost dropped when he heard such a logical answer.

Russell also noticed that Professor Black Amber’s expression was not right and asked:

"Wouldn't others do this after performing dark magic?"

"If other people's hearts are filled with only love and joy when they release black magic, then aren't all black magic masters good people with bright hearts and positive minds?"

"Isn't it true that other black magicians are like this?" Russell shrugged, "Actually, I think the villains in many stories are career madmen who are positive and love their work."

The black cat couldn't help but cover his face:

"It seems that black magic has also changed due to your talent."

Later, Russell tried other weakened versions of black magic in front of Professor Black Amber, convinced that every time he released black magic, he would have the same effect on Russell.

After a series of experiments, Russell's heart was filled with light and hope, and he had endless love for life. He bathed in the bright sunshine and greeted everyone he met enthusiastically.

Russell, who had just finished the experiment and said goodbye to Professor Black Amber, saw Subway and Clara running towards him.

"Haha, I have also successfully been promoted to the early third grade." Subway, who looked particularly cute today in Russell's eyes, said happily:

"I am now a true supernatural craftsman, capable of crafting otherworldly items."

"Now that you have become an extraordinary craftsman, you have to be careful of the group of people from the All Things Society. They have been trying to gather all the extraordinary craftsmen in the entire academy into their own hands." Russell reminded kindly.

Subway then said:

"If you get any high-value supernatural materials, you can entrust me to make them into extraordinary items. For example, the corpse of a powerful extraordinary creature is the perfect material."

The ghost wind chime ran out of the phone at some point and appeared next to Russell. He was shocked: "Could it be that those extraordinary items we saw before were all made from the corpses of dead students?"

This terrifying thought made Feng Chime tremble all over.

"Wind chimes are very good. You are already a mature female ghost and know how to scare yourself." Russell gave a thumbs up to the side, praising the wind chimes that looked particularly cute today.

Subway deliberately lowered his voice and said in the tone of telling a ghost story:

"That's right, except for consumable items such as spells, which are made with the blood of the corresponding student, every extraordinary item that can be used multiple times is made from the corpse of an academy student.

"For example, if you want to make gloves that can release black magic, you need to kill third-year students in the Department of Undead and Life and use the palms and hearts of the deceased as materials..."

Seeing Feng Ling screaming in fright at Subway, Russell smiled and comforted Feng Ling and said, "He was joking with you."

Subway also put away the gloomy tone of telling ghost stories and returned to its original sunny and generous attitude:

"It's indeed a joke. In fact, we only need students of corresponding majors and grades to assist the craftsmen on the side. We don't really need to kill them."

"And it's not like the college can't resurrect students." Russell added.

Wind Chime was so angry that he punched Subway with his fist. Although every punch passed through, it had no effect.

Looking at the wind chime like this, Russell suddenly felt emotional.

When Feng Chime was still alive, she probably wasn't a girl with such extreme emotions, but after transforming into a ghost, her emotions were amplified.

Of course, maybe it was like this in life, who knows?

Russell looked at Clara who was silent and shy. Miss Clara is exceptionally beautiful today, every tentacle and every eyeball looks so beautiful in the sun:

"How's it going, Clara, are you doing well in mastering the extraordinary ability of memetics?"

Subway, who had just communicated with Clara, got ahead of Clara and answered with a statement that seemed to come from a fantasy novel:

"Klara's racial bloodline power seems to have awakened. After being promoted to the third grade, she used the power of her bloodline to help her break through and was directly promoted to the late third grade!"

He jumped directly to the late third grade and even overtook me! Russell cast a surprised look at Clara.

As expected of the Old One.

"That's it. Maybe I do have some talents in the field of spirituality and illusion." Clara shyly removed the tentacles connected to her eyeballs.

At this time, I heard the familiar voice of a young boy:

"Hey, the three of you have been promoted. If you have time, I will take you to visit the Institute of Higher Education and introduce the situation of the Institute of Higher Education."