After I became a real young master, I became famous for my bad behavior

"Hmm,"

St. John took off his wizard robe and threw it on the ground, which was a signal of disobeying the will of the Lord of the Magic Tower.

It was clear that St. John had long wanted to rebel.

Da da da...

St. John walked towards Sheen who was lying on the ground, lowered his head and looked at her:

"I had originally planned to give you this thing as a gift, and I would knock you down after you put it on. But I didn't expect you to take the bait. It's really embarrassing to tell others about it.

"Hahaha!"

Sheen just looked up at St. John. He believed that villains die because they talk too much, so he was too lazy to argue with St. John.

Although he was indeed the bait that Romos had placed, being too calm would arouse suspicion, so he finally pretended to be stupid and said:

"You took off your cloak in the magic tower. Don't you know what it means?"

"Of course I know. But who made the old man so stubborn?"

St. John impatiently ripped off the magician's necklace from his neck, mocking Sheen's "blind following" sourly.

"I really don't know why you want to follow an old man. His tricks are outdated. They are no longer suitable for current development."

Xien couldn't help rolling his eyes at him and whispered:

"It's as if your thoughts keep up with the times. God knows how many years you have locked yourself up here. You have been isolated from the world for a long time, right?"

St. John didn't want to bother with the experiment anymore.

He turned around and clapped his hands, calling over a few big and strong men.

They wanted to take Sheen away.

St. John commanded them—

"This is the number, get ready for the experiment!"

"Experiment? Me?"

Sheen launched a dark magic attack against the puppets that were trying to carry him away.

Swish!

After being hit by the black magic, the puppets fell to the ground and could not move - they did not expect that Sheen could actually use the black magic.

But the puppets can never finish their work.

"Yoho,"

"You actually have some talent for dark magic, which makes you even more suitable to be the subject of this experiment!"

St. John looked at the attack of Sheen's black magic aura that was seeping in from his feet, and was secretly proud of his unique vision.

He kicked Sheen and Sheen fell to the ground.

DUANG.

"Ugh..." Sean felt a headache.

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"You'd better stop struggling. This place is isolated from the outside world and no one will come to save you."

St. John called on more puppets to carry Sheen away.

"When you become an artificial demon, the entire empire will be yours. Do you still need to respect these things?"

Sheen heard the experiment done by St. John, which was the same as what he had thought before:

"(Lines from The Game of Negotiation) Since demons cannot be controlled by humans, if we inject the demon's power into a human body, wouldn't it give the human consciousness?"

They want to create an artificial demon to satisfy human desires!

However, Sheen's seemingly useless behavior is not superfluous.

The magic tower on the surface has received the signal that Sheen is using black magic.

Drop drop!

When Romos saw the signal light up, he knew that St. John really couldn't suppress his impulse.

The Demon Tower Master sat at the table, stirring his coffee with milk and smacking his lips.

Although the result was disappointing, Romos was not upset at all. Instead, he said calmly:

"Saint John, I knew you still couldn't resist the temptation of Zephir's power, and you still insisted on having your own way..."

"Although you are the elected chief magician, you don't have the demeanor that a chief should have."

As a teacher, he certainly would not ignore Sheen's life.

but...

Romos tasted with great relish the coffee ground from coffee beans that Arthur got outside.

“It tastes so good!”

Romos seemed very excited.

Anyway, sending Sheen over there is like playing the long game to hook a big fish - the big fish being caught is not only St. John, but also the demon that devoured Ivan.

Let’s finish this cup of coffee before going over.

...

Click.

A big door was opened by the puppets.

The room in the sealed room that had never been opened turned out to be a large operating room.

Sheen was under the spell of anesthesia and could not move anything except the part above his neck.

But at least he could see the entire structure of the operating room with his eyes:

In the middle is an operating table similar to a capsule cabin, next to it is a conversion box for transmitting power, and a storage box.

Sheen recognized the thing in the storage box; it was the black dragon scale that appeared in the original work.

In "Game of Mediation", Sheen, who was bewitched by the Zephyr Crystal, underwent an operation on himself and placed black dragon scales in his left arm, turning his left hand into the shape of a black dragon claw.

What he wanted was the corrosive magic in the black dragon's curse:

As long as the owner is willing, anything the hand grabs will turn into ashes.

“(Inner thoughts) Looking at the situation, Saint John wants the artificial demon he created to be even more terrifying, right?”

Sheen half-opened his eyes, feeling helpless.

Several puppets carried Sheen into the capsule. St. John stood outside the capsule and looked at Sheen who was unable to move:

"Why, judging from your grim face, you don't seem too happy with your current situation. Haha!

“Shouldn’t you be happy about this?

"You will become a work of art, or a great demon that can be recorded in history. Because you will be the first man-made blade."

Sheen naturally felt that "this guy is hopeless":

“Isn’t he aware of how ambitious Zephiel is?

If he knew that Zephyr would bring disaster if he was released, he wouldn't have laughed, right? "

Ugh...

"Sometimes I really feel that everyone I meet is weird, and you are the weirdest one."

Xien said calmly,

"Of course you are stupid as hell."

This guy must have stayed in the basement for too long, and his brain is broken...

Sheen actually wanted to complain a lot to St. John, but St. John seemed not to hear a word he said.

He just instilled in Sheen how "it's a proud thing to be a man-made devil" - a self-righteous extra.

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Readers said: I can’t even listen to the system’s initial brainwashing, so how can you be the one to tell me these things?

What made Sheen feel even more outrageous was that when St. John was making these remarks, his subordinates beside him were echoing the boring words “You’re right, you’re right”.

"Good Poems, Good Poems" déjà vu...

Sheen really couldn't help it:

"Don't waste time talking like that. It's true that villains die because they talk too much! If you want to do something, just do it quickly. Don't be so long-winded here!"

St. John wiped his mouth (he was drooling) and glanced at Sheen:

"Humph!"

"That's what you said."

pat.

chapped.

St. John suddenly cut Sheen's left arm with a knife, and then quickly stuffed the black dragon fragments that had been broken long ago into Sheen's left arm.

Xien almost fainted from the pain:

Are you sure you are the one who has gone through this experiment? This technique is really bad...