The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness

Chapter 98

Chapter 23, Hand

“Hmm, hmm, I’ve dazzled everyone, haven’t I?”

Under the spotlight gathered at the dormitory building, the monster’s massive dead body remained beneath Mu En, who still held that stylish pose like a thinker.

Feeling the surrounding gazes filled with shock, admiration, and a hint of meaning yet to be understood, Mu En felt an immense sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Due to the original owner’s misdeeds and the rumors from the news agency, he had been deeply affected by those prejudices during this time.

But now, he finally had a chance to show off a bit, and even if he couldn’t completely erase the prejudice in an instant, at least he could improve his image in the eyes of others to some extent.

At least, they could know.

Me.

Mu En Campbell.

Not a scumbag who plays both sides.

Nor a pervert whose mind is only on flirting.

But a man who dares to stand up in a crisis!

Rein, did you see?

Now those lovely junior girls must be looking at me with admiration.

Wow, my days of being popular with girls have finally come…

“But—

Why isn’t he wearing clothes?”

Just then, that innocent voice, like a child’s, rang out.

Like the brave little girl in some fairy tale who speaks the truth.

Huh?

Mu En was momentarily stunned.

What do you mean not wearing clothes?

Who isn’t wearing clothes?

The chill of early autumn, combined with the little girl’s naive words, made Mu En instinctively lower his head, and then—

He inevitably saw a certain part of himself that, if exposed, would get him arrested by the police for some kind of indecent exposure or lewdness.

“No way…”

The corners of Mu En’s mouth, which had been lifted in a grin, suddenly froze.

Memories in his mind began to race backward, until they returned to the moment he took off his clothes and drank the potion given by the senior.

Then, like a video recorder, it replayed the scenes he had just experienced, bit by bit.

From just now, until now.

During this time, he had spent half of it searching for something to wear.

But did he have any clothes on?

…No.

He had forgotten.

Because of the fierce battle with Rein, he had completely forgotten.

—The fact that he was not wearing any clothes at all.

“Ah, ah, ah—Rein, you b*stard, you’ve set me up for this!”

Letting me forget such an important thing is one thing, but why didn’t you remind me back then?

You just let me jump down here completely naked?

And in front of hundreds of people, no less?

Oh my God, just kill me already!

*Click—*

As Mu En was overwhelmed with shame and anger, he heard that sound again.

Thanks to the original owner’s memories, he recalled.

This was the sound made by a special magic called the Shadow Capture Spell when it was in use.

Due to the empire’s mandatory decree, the currently used Shadow Capture Spell had a mechanism that required a *click* sound when activated.

So, in this silent night.

*Click.*

The sound of *clicks* echoed all around.

“You… you all need to stop taking pictures! It will have a bad influence on Mu En!”

As the secretary of the student council, it was naturally unacceptable for such illegal activities to occur. Veer blushed as she tried to stop everyone, her magic surging in her hands, the *clicks* coming so fast they sounded like a fluent *click-click-click-click-click—*.

“…”

I’m numb.

Mu En’s eyes were vacant, like a dead fish.

Heaven, please send someone to strangle me.

I can’t go on like this; even if I’m a tough guy, I’ll end up crying…

“Wuwuwu…”

That’s right, I would cry like this too.

Hmm?

Wait.

It seems I’m not the one crying.

But I’m the one being publicly executed; why are the others crying?

Mu En instinctively followed the sound of the crying and then realized that the sobs were not coming from the surrounding students, but from the textbook he had pierced through?

What the hell? A broken book can cry too?

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“Is this—”

Weir suddenly felt a terrifying chill rising from her feet.

Her flushed face turned pale instantly, that ominous premonition which had never dissipated with the scripture now struck her heart like a hammer.

Without any hesitation—

“Mu En Campbell, run!”

“Eh?”

Mu En was momentarily stunned, then quickly regained her senses. She didn’t care about her current state of undress, hastily beginning to flee.

After all, she had already been seen; what did it matter now?

Her life was at stake!

“Wuwuwuwu…”

At the moment Mu En turned around, the weeping from the scripture grew increasingly sorrowful, like a chilling wind that swept through, sending shivers down her spine.

Gurgle, gurgle…

Mu En felt the dead flesh beneath her feet begin to writhe once more.

Like a swarm of ants drawn to honey, they surged madly toward the already shattered scripture.

The cries from the scripture momentarily ceased, replaced by the sound of flesh being devoured with delight.

“Could it be that…”

As she watched the horrifying scene unfold before her, Weir’s mind became clearer than ever.

She suddenly realized where the unsettling feeling she had sensed before had originated.

The previous monster… had appeared far too logically.

Using a beautiful hostage to attract hatred, being besieged, succumbing to darkness, transforming into this monster, and then being attacked again.

Everything unfolded so seamlessly.

Yet the development of the situation was in stark contrast to their initial demand for Mu En Campbell to appear, which seemed worlds apart.

It was as if the true purpose of those wicked cultists was never about Mu En Campbell at all.

But rather… to be besieged.

Besieged by countless spells.

In order to gain… immense magical power!

And now, it had succeeded.

As the scripture devoured the blood and flesh brimming with magical energy, the heavy tome began to float, its pages slowly turning, like a door swinging wide open.

Then, from the profound darkness of the pages, faint footsteps could be heard.

Something… was about to emerge!

“Stop daydreaming, attack with magic, quickly!”

Viola anxiously ordered the dazed crowd. Even if those flesh-and-blood beings were not afraid of magical attacks, the tome itself certainly was.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have dodged just now!

It must be destroyed before whatever is inside comes out!

Thus, hundreds of brilliant spells were unleashed simultaneously, and even Viola chanted her strongest magic, launching a frenzied assault on the tome.

But it was already too late.

Perhaps it could be said that when the magical power contained within the flesh reached a certain critical point, it was already too late.

A hand emerged from the tome in advance.

A slender, fair hand.

That hand opened its five fingers, aiming at the torrent of various magical attacks rushing in.

With a gentle grasp.

A sharp sound, like fabric being torn, echoed, and the howling cold wind between heaven and earth suddenly ceased.

It was as if space itself stagnated before that seemingly delicate palm.

The brilliant magical torrents were compressed together by an invisible might, shrinking, shrinking, and shrinking again.

Finally, like the candy favored by children, they were thrown into the darkness within the tome’s pages.

Gulp.

The sound of swallowing echoed.