A Demon King Territory of hellish difficulty, an antique with some years on it, along with two notebooks and a stack of reference books that might take who knows how long to finish...

That summarizes everything Luo Yan obtained in the principal's office.

Although the official appointment hadn't come through, based on Professor Avin's tone, it seemed there was no longer any suspense about the matter.

In other words,

If nothing went wrong, he was about to have an accident.

After thanking the revered principal, Luo Yan left the office with a pile of items, his brows furrowed in distress.

He thought his bad luck for the day had run out, and that nothing else would go wrong until the day was over, only to have an accident on the way down the stairs.

Because his view was obstructed by the books, he didn't see where he was going and collided full-on with Miss Lilith who was coming out of the teacher's office.

A Diamond Level Enchanting Demon got knocked to the ground by a Bronze Level Undead Mage.

Hell probably didn't have a colder joke than this.

"Ow ow ow..."

Miss Lilith sat down on the ground, her crossed black stockings barely covering the hem of her tight skirt, and her seemingly delicate and seriously injured appearance betrayed no hint of the speed and strength comparable to Professor Enos's.

Silver hair fell over slender shoulders, rimless glasses conveniently fell into her half-open collar, and every detail was like something out of a textbook—wait, when did that button on her collar come undone?!

"Sorry sorry..."

Beyond stunned, Luo Yan instinctively apologized and then nervously gathered the books back into his arms, careful not to provoke this harbinger of doom and not daring to meet her gaze.

However, ironically enough, she was clearly here for him, springing up with a snap and snatching the two books from his hands, pinning him against the wall with her left arm.

"Luo Yan, Hell doesn't have the word 'sorry.' Do you think a simple apology can compensate for the teacher's loss? Or do you think this is what you call 'being manly'? Shouldn't you help dear Professor Lilith back to her dorm and then massage her injured jade feet?"

Prison guard?

This seemed like a charming suggestion.

However, he had just turned eighteen and wasn't keen on degrading from an endangered species to skeleton soldiers.

"You don't look like you need helping up right now..." Staring fixedly at the wall indented by his elbow, Luo Yan managed to keep his facial expression tight as he spoke.

"Uh..."

Realizing she had exerted too much strength, it was now Professor Lilith's turn to struggle to keep her composure.

Especially upon noticing the sharp gazes coming from the top of the tower, this professor with questionable ethics eventually refrained from bullying her student and returned the snatched books to him.

Tsk tsk tsk.

He hadn't expected this kid to be so lucky, to actually catch the fancy of that demi-god-level old monster at the top of the tower.

Perhaps...

She might make an additional investment.

Over the years, Demon King Academy had supplied a fair number of talents to Hell's officialdom and the courts of the Demon Gods, but most of the dispatched Demon Kings became expendables who barely survived a few years, leading the students to compete fiercely for government positions.

She wasn't lacking connections within the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but "Demon King" wasn't just her weakness, it was a weakness for the entire Demon King Academy!

There were certain goodies that Hell didn't have, and could only be obtained from human territories. And as everyone knew, only the Demon King had their own territory near the surface of the Earth... even if in everyone's eyes, that thing was a scorching Flame Crystal.

Speaking of which, she had been wanting to get an elf maid as a pet.

Lilith licked her lips, her deep pupils suddenly filled with a profound meaning.

"Alright, I'll stop teasing you. Actually, I came to... give you something."

Sister...

This old demon really dared to say it.

Luo Yan silently sneered to himself, but then he saw those delicate fingers trace a path in the air.

The dark space cracked open a pink fissure, and a bronze-colored ring fell out, landing precisely on the stack of books he was holding.

At the top of the ring was set a deep red gemstone, its captivating glow reminiscent of the pupils of an Enchanting Demon.

Looking at the object thrown onto the stack of books, Luo Yan was suddenly alarmed, his breath quickening.

"A Gold Level magic ring?!"

Due to his MP bar being too short, as an Undead Mage he could hardly cast a few spells.

Also, for that reason, he had once tried to take a different approach, contemplating using scrolls or magical items as a substitute for casting spells with incantations.

Unfortunately, it is a sad truth that in order to create a Gold Level scroll or magic item, you'd need at least the capabilities of Platinum Level.

He was just a tough-mouthed Bronze, after all, and although making a bunch of Black Iron Level magic scrolls wasn't to say pointless, they were practically only a bit more useful than nothing.

As for magic tools that could be used multiple times, and even replace a magic staff as a casting medium? The cost was ten to twenty times more than that of magic scrolls!

And his modest living expenses meant that he had to budget carefully just to stay alive.

Watching Luo Yan turn red and breathe rapidly, Lilith felt both triumphant and annoyed, and flicked his nose with her index finger.

"That's right, smart and clever cutie, its name is 'Soul Drain.' When you get to the distant frontier, a Gold Level magic item should be enough for you to hold your ground."

"If anyone dares to bully you, use the token from your sister to 'suck them dry.'"

Making a sipping sound by someone's ear, Lilith decided to stop tormenting this human young man and lazily returned to her office.