Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 619: Chapter 515 Answer_2

Huai Shi could only nod and sigh.

”So, this is about persecuting me again, right?”

”As your teacher, I’m also very gratified that you can see things so clearly.”

Luo Su’s smile became like that of the kindly grandfather on a family-sized bucket of chicken, appearing benign and harmless.

He simply pulled out a document from the drawer of his desk and slowly pushed it towards him.

His gaze was earnest, full of expectations for the young man’s future. Everything was clearly already arranged.

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In the end, Huai Shi still ended up accepting the trouble tossed his way by Luo Su.

No matter how troublesome it looked.

Whether it was the favor owed for the Summon Dragon Flute or Luo Su’s bill, Huai Shi had no valid reason to refuse.

Moreover, this wasn’t some personal matter of Luo Su but official business for the Ivory Tower. As a teacher at the Ivory Tower, if the research division allocated it, could Huai Shi refuse to go?

It was just a trip, after all. He could think of it as a new event starting after a game’s content drought.

This wasn’t the first time he’d played the working drone.

After more than half a year of a peaceful life, Huai Shi found himself actually starting to look forward to a life of adventure.

He thought he must be going crazy.

However, the business trip wasn’t for another three days.

The pressing issue now was how to settle the more than one thousand Ravens he had summoned.

This was truly a massive flock.

In the sky, they were a dense, dark cloud; on the ground, they were a sprawling black carpet. Moreover, they had a penchant for snatching food from people, making many students suspect the Ivory Tower was under some kind of biological attack.

It wasn’t until an emergency school-wide announcement that everyone learned Teacher Huai Shi was just bored and decided to take his Ravens out for a stroll.

Thanks to a certain black-hearted woman who often flew around disguised as Huai Shi’s pet, their appearance wasn’t entirely out of the blue... but the sheer number of them was the problem.

So many that Huai Shi was developing a headache.

They had brought their kith and kin all the way from the Abyss because of his recruitment notice. He couldn’t just keep a few and send the rest back, could he?

As for Uncle Fang... Uncle Fang’s abilities had their limits! He was getting on in years; how could Huai Shi possibly have the heart to dump a thousand Ravens on him to raise? That would be utterly conscienceless.

”Don’t worry, this is actually quite easy to solve.”

A certain black-hearted woman, disguised as a Raven and mingling with the flock, spoke up. ”Don’t you need to sign contracts with them first? Why not sign them all at once? There are only a little over a thousand. They’ll all fit into a single box eventually.”

Is it really that convenient?

In the basement, Huai Shi stared at the intricate matrix before him, somewhat incredulous.

By now, more than a thousand Ravens practically swarmed the enormous basement, leaving Huai Shi no place to stand.

He couldn’t even distinguish his own black-hearted woman among them.

Not until she reverted to her human form and appeared before him.

Seeing that long-unseen face, Huai Shi was momentarily stunned. For some reason, he also inexplicably recalled the ’rewards’ from last time that hadn’t been fully... distributed.

”Alright, snap out of it.”

She raised her hand, waved it in front of Huai Shi, and then, before he could react, she snapped her fingers.

Above her head, the ethereal image of a Crown flickered for an instant. Then, a torrent of darkness, like a cascading waterfall, erupted from Huai Shi, engulfing everything.

It was involuntary.

A burning Banner materialized in one of his hands, while the outline of the Sword of Virtue solidified in the other.

As the Soloist’s Stigma fully activated, the grim and majestic Buried Sacred Place manifested within the basement.

The chattering Flying Birds instantly fell silent. Then, they spread their wings once more, converging into a surging Crow Flock and eagerly plunging into the darkness of the Buried Sacred Place.

These death-loving Flying Birds were irresistibly drawn to this pure serenity.

For them, the Soloist’s allure was irresistible; moreover, they harbored no wariness or suspicion towards Huai Shi.

Under the shroud of the Abyssal miracle, a fiery light suddenly erupted from the Banner within the darkness of the Buried Sacred Place, spreading rapidly among the Ravens.

This was a Source Material Transformation triggered by the Soloist.

Within the flames, the Ravens from Hell rapidly disintegrated, dissolving into pure mist that merged into the Buried Sacred Place, returning to nothingness.

Soon, a glimmer of light shone once more, and those fleeting outlines emerged from the darkness, already completely different from before.

In the blink of an eye, they had undergone a profound Metamorphosis and Rebirth.

Now, they had become vassals of the Soloist, Guardians of the Buried Sacred Place, and a Hell Clan directly subservient to Huai Shi alone.

In essence, they themselves had become extensions of the Soloist’s Stigma.

No longer large and cumbersome, they returned to the size of ordinary birds. These Ravens, now formed from condensed mist, had completely metamorphosed into Source Substance creatures, becoming incredibly ethereal.

It felt as if... they were living Yin Souls!

The influx of negative Source Substance from the thousands of Ravens into the Ring of Nibelungen triggered an unexpectedly vast Transformation within Huai Shi: the nine Yin Soul slots, some of which had been vacant, were instantly filled.

Even the previously formed Yin Souls underwent dissolution and reconstruction.

And among the Crow Flock, nine Ravens underwent another transformation, their forms becoming increasingly solid.