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Chapter 329: Dancing to the Devil’s Tune (2) · Nov 01, 2026

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301 Chapter 301: A Different Shade of Pain (1) 2026-11-01
302 Chapter 302: A Different Shade of Pain (2) 2026-11-01
303 Chapter 303: The Loop of Sorrow: Awakening in Darkness (1) 2026-11-01
304 Chapter 304: The Loop of Sorrow: Awakening in Darkness (2) 2026-11-01
305 Chapter 305: When Titans Speak 2026-11-01
306 Chapter 306: Nameless (1) 2026-11-01
307 Chapter 307: Nameless (2) 2026-11-01
308 Chapter 308: Journey’s End (1) 2026-11-01
309 Chapter 309: Journey’s End (2) 2026-11-01
310 Chapter 310: The next step (1) 2026-11-01
311 Chapter 311: The next step (2) 2026-11-01
312 Chapter 312: The Calm Before the Storm (1) 2026-11-01
313 Chapter 313: The Calm Before the Storm (2) 2026-11-01
314 Chapter 314: The Hunt Begins (1) 2026-11-01
315 Chapter 315: The Hunt Begins (2) 2026-11-01
316 Chapter 316: No Way Back (1) 2026-11-01
317 Chapter 317: No Way Back (2) 2026-11-01
318 Chapter 318: A Continent Against Twenty-Two 2026-11-01
319 Chapter 319: The hammer and the anvil (1) 2026-11-01
320 Chapter 320: The hammer and the anvil (2) 2026-11-01
321 Chapter 321: Cannon fodder 2026-11-01
322 Chapter 322: Beneath the Crowsʼ Gaze (1) 2026-11-01
323 Chapter 323: Beneath the Crowsʼ Gaze (2) 2026-11-01
324 Chapter 324: Beneath the Crowsʼ Gaze (3) 2026-11-01
325 Chapter 325: Womb of Ashes 2026-11-01
326 Chapter 326: Third-Generation Contracts 2026-11-01
327 Chapter 327: Ashes of Innocence 2026-11-01
328 Chapter 328: Dancing to the Devil’s Tune (1) 2026-11-01
329 Chapter 329: Dancing to the Devil’s Tune (2) 2026-11-01
330 Chapter 330: The Day Death Knocked (1) 2026-11-01
331 Chapter 331: The Day Death Knocked (2) 2026-11-01
332 Chapter 332: The Witch’s Gambit (1) 2026-11-01
333 Chapter 333: The Witch’s Gambit (2) 2026-11-01
334 Chapter 334: Frey starlight vs Beatrice (1) 2026-11-01
335 Chapter 335: Frey starlight vs Beatrice (2) 2026-11-01
336 Chapter 336: The Witch’s Game (1) 2026-11-01
337 Chapter 337: The Witch’s Game (2) 2026-11-01
338 Chapter 338: Snow Lionheart (1) 2026-11-01
339 Chapter 339: Snow Lionheart (2) 2026-11-01
340 Chapter 340: Snow Lionheart (3) 2026-11-01
341 Chapter 341: Snow Lionheart (4) 2026-11-01
342 Chapter 342: The Devil’s Bargain (1) 2026-11-01
343 Chapter 343: The Devil’s Bargain (2) 2026-11-01
344 Chapter 344: The Cost of a Few (1) 2026-11-01
345 Chapter 345: The Cost of a Few (2) 2026-11-01
346 Chapter 346: Maekar Valerion vs Astaroth (1) 2026-11-01
347 Chapter 347: Maekar Valerion vs Astaroth (2) 2026-11-01
348 Chapter 348: Maekar Valerion vs Beatrice (1) 2026-11-01
349 Chapter 349: Maekar Valerion vs Beatrice (2) 2026-11-01
350 Chapter 350: Sir Alon 2026-11-01

Chapter 329: Dancing to the Devil’s Tune (2)

Night fell.

Phoenix remained on the wall, keeping watch. The rest of the students had spread out across the strange administrative building, claiming rooms for themselves.

The place was quiet—eerily so. And completely dark.

While everyone else slept, the silence was broken by the sound of slow footsteps echoing through the dim corridor.

Step by step, a young man walked forward, dressed in a black robe, one hand on the wall, coughing now and then.

With his disheveled blond hair and pale face, the figure was unmistakable—Xevier Adams, the young mage, walked on with a single goal in mind.

”Damn you…”

Clutching the wall with one hand and his constricted chest with the other, the young mage looked like he was in genuine agony.

”I curse you…”

He continued muttering between gasps, until a sudden coughing fit overtook him—so violent it forced everything in his stomach out onto the floor, along with blood so pale it had lost all color.

”Damn you…”

With a pale face, Xevier struggled to keep walking.

”Whatʼs wrong… Xevier?”

The young mage immediately froze when he heard that familiar voice—the very one that made his blood boil.

The voice came from a figure standing at the end of the dark corridor, golden eyes glowing fiercely.

”Were you looking for me?”

”Aegon… ugh—!”

Xevier cried out the name before collapsing again, vomiting blood, unable to even form proper words.

”Whatʼs this, Xevier? I always thought you were filthy, but throwing up your guts in front of me like this? Thatʼs just revolting—heh.”

The prince laughed, almost as if he had expected Xevier to show up.

The mage continued vomiting profusely, his blurry eyes barely able to focus on Aegon anymore.

The sound of his violent coughing echoed through the halls, drawing the elite students out of their rooms in a rush.

Lights turned on, revealing the sorry state of the young mage—his eyes still locked onto Aegon, struggling to speak.

”Xevier!!”

Selina was the first to reach him, followed by Emilia and the rest of the group.

”Whatʼs happening to him?! Why is he like this?!”

Selina screamed, horrified by the black veins writhing beneath Xevierʼs skin and the blood pouring from his mouth.

Emilia sprang into action, tearing open his clothes to reveal his chest—and what she found shocked everyone.

The skin across his chest had turned completely black, and the festering wound reeked of rotting pus.

”What is this?! I know I healed him!”

It was the bite wound he had received earlier from a mutated human.

The holy energy shouldʼve purified it completely, yet in less than a day, it had worsened to this degree.

Emilia immediately channeled her sacred power to try healing him again—but her expression darkened as she realized nothing was working.

”Whatʼs going on…?”

No matter how much sacred power she poured into him, it had no effect.

Thatʼs when Aegon spoke.

”Itʼs useless. The demon blood from that bite already reached his heart. Itʼs only a matter of time before he becomes like the other mutants.”

”Demon blood?”

”No! There has to be a way to save him!”

Selina shouted at Aegon, her voice breaking. He just shrugged casually.

”Then Iʼd love to hear it from you.”

She had no answer ... but Emilia, resolute, continued pouring her power into Xevier, refusing to give up.

Snow joined her, summoning Vermithor.

”My sword carries immense sacred power—it might help.”

Emilia nodded, continuing her efforts as their combined light bathed the room in radiant energy.

Their strength was so overwhelming that everyone present felt a wave of relief wash over them, their minor wounds healing instantly.

Everyone… except Xevier.

Sacred power could suppress demonic energy—but not the blood itself.

The mageʼs eyes never left Aegon.

Bathed in Emiliaʼs light, Xevierʼs thoughts drifted through his tragic past.

He had once lived a happy childhood, loved by his parents. Then he discovered his incredible magical talent, which earned him a place in the Temple.

There, he met friends who became like family. Life had been good—until Kai Lucʼs betrayal, and their capture by the demon prince: Aegon Valerion.

Threatening their parents, Aegon had given them all a task: to find the one who had disrupted his plans.

Selina succeeded and saved her parents.

But what about Xevier?

Aegon wasnʼt merciful. He didnʼt kill both of Xevierʼs parents—he was far too calculating for that.

Instead, the prince played one of his twisted games.

He decided to kill just one of them.

Xevier still remembered that day…

...

Bound and gagged in a wooden chair, he watched in terror as Aegon approached with his signature smile. Behind him, guards dragged in Xevierʼs beloved parents.

”Xevier, oh Xevier… you really let me down this time.”

He had failed. And failure came with a price.

The young mage trembled in fear, dreading what Aegon might do to his parents.

But the prince had no intention of making it simple.

”Letʼs play a game, Xevier!”

Thatʼs what he called it—a game.

”Iʼll kill one of your parents… and let the other live.”

He spoke with a cheerful tone, completely ignoring Xevierʼs muffled screams as he tried to leap at him—only to fall off the chair.

”How rude, Xevier… Let me finish.”

With a swift kick, Aegon shoved him back into place.

”As I was saying… Iʼll kill one of your parents. But I canʼt decide which one.”

Aegon gripped Xevierʼs mother and father by their collars, both trembling in his hands.

”So I thought… why not let you choose, Xevier?”

With a swift flick of his wrist, he removed the gag from the terrified mageʼs mouth.

”W-What…?”

That was the only word Xevier could utter in his stunned state, but Aegon burst into laughter before shouting:

”Choose, Xevier! Who lives? Who dies?!”

He spun a thin dagger in his fingers, pressing it alternately against the throat of Xevierʼs mother, then his father.

”CHOOSE!”

Aegon screamed maniacally as Xevier broke down in tears.

”Donʼt kill them! Please! Take me instead!”

The young mage begged, but the prince only shook his head in disappointment.

”Thatʼs not how games are played, Xevier. You have to choose.”

Aegon grabbed Xevier by the neck, his eyes wide with lunacy.

”Choose! Choose! Choose! Choose! Choose! Choose! Choose! Choose! Choose! Choose!”

”Please… stop… why are you doing this to me? Kill me instead, please!”

”CHOOSE! CHOOSE! CHOOSE! CHOOSE! CHOOSE! CHOOSE! CHOOSE!”

Amid Aegonʼs screams and laughter, and Xevierʼs sobs and desperation…

A horrific scene was painted—one soaked in despair and innocent blood.

After several minutes of unhinged cruelty, Aegon finally grew bored.

”So you wonʼt choose, huh?”

”Kill me…” Xevier whispered, the last word he could manage.

”Understood.”

Aegon stepped back swiftly, moving behind Xevierʼs father. Grabbing him by the head, he yanked it back.

With a sickening smile, the prince slid his blade across the manʼs throat—unleashing a crimson fountain that drenched Xevierʼs face in blood.

His mother screamed in horror, and Xevier froze, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

At Aegonʼs gesture, guards entered, dragging the fatherʼs corpse away and escorting the mother out, leaving only Xevier and the prince alone.

”Remember this well, Xevier. I have no patience for failure…”

He patted the stunned mageʼs head, whispering coldly:

”Fail me again… and who knows what might happen to your dear mother. Understand?”

His father was dead. His mother remained in Aegonʼs grip.

Before the prince, Xevier felt what true despair meant.

And now, in the final moments of his life, lying powerless on the floor while the prince laughed ...having taken one parent and kept the other as a hostage ... Xevierʼs only emotion was regret.

ʼI didnʼt live a life worth remembering… I achieved nothing to be proud of.ʼ

He could no longer speak. Blood and bile filled his throat.

ʼThrough my own weakness, my father died… and my mother was left in the jaws of a monster worse than any demon.ʼ

He had failed—utterly and completely.

ʼYou killed my father… so I curse you.ʼ

ʼYou made my mother cry, left her a widow… so I curse you.ʼ

ʼYou ruined my life… tortured me… killed me… so I curse you!ʼ

Ignoring everyone around him…

Xevier raised a trembling hand toward Aegon, eyes lifeless, and channeled all his remaining magic.

His pain, his hatred, his sorrow—all of it—was poured into a single spell. A curse he had forged silently all this time, just for this moment.

ʼI curse you!ʼ

The final power left in his soul burst forth—a deadly curse aimed straight at the heart of the demon prince.

The magic had no color. No one noticed it.

But Aegon felt it pierce his heart. For a moment, his expression froze in shock.

This was a death curse.

A curse that could only be broken by another mage. And here, isolated from the outside world, there was no one who could help Aegon.

ʼAt the very least… Iʼll take you with me…ʼ

That was Xevierʼs final thought. If the prince died, then his mother and Selina would finally be free.

As he exhaled his last breath, Xevier looked at the prince one final time…

He wanted to see fear. Panic. He wanted Aegon to suffer—just for a moment.

To watch that arrogant prince, who thought the world bowed to him, finally break.

But fate was never kind to Xevier… not even in death.

Because what he saw wasnʼt fear.

It was the same wicked smile—the very one Aegon had worn when he killed his father.

In that moment, Xevier watched his powerful curse shatter ... fragmenting uselessly before it could reach Aegonʼs heart.

Stunned, the mage stared as Aegon moved his lips without making a sound.

But Xevier understood the words, because he was watching closely.

”Iʼll take good care of her… your mother.”

Xevierʼs eyes flew open wide… before slowly returning to emptiness.

The light of sacred energy faded—there was no need for it anymore.

Everyone stepped back, silent, as Xevierʼs cold corpse remained still on the floor.

Eyes blank, still locked on the void… his face frozen in pain, as if even death brought him no peace.

And so, surrounded by the elite students…

Xevier Adams died from his wound .. marking the fall of the first soul.

Remaining students: 20.

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