Still seated on the hard library chair, my eyes scanned the texts before . The ancient books, digitized in my virtual lab, provided enough information to begin understanding the foundations of the magical world I was in. "Now I have a basic foundation," I thought to myself as I carefully closed the last book, avoiding making noise.
I stood up and adjusted my coat, my eyes fixed on the library exit. The librarian, wearing a stern expression, glanced over his glasses and sighed, shaking his head as if questioning my intentions. Ignoring him, I walked past and began heading back to my room.
The corridor was busier than usual. Acolytes whispered among themselves, exchanging nervous glances, but I ignored them all. My focus was the door to my room, but sothing made stop. An unusual concentration of people surrounded the door opposite mine—Mary’s door. I frowned in confusion.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked, pushing my way through the small crowd.
A slim boy with dark skin, ssy black hair, and green eyes turned to with a tense expression. "Have you seen her recently?" he asked, his voice heavy with concern.
"No," I replied bluntly, frowning. "Why?"
He clenched his fists before responding, as if struggling to stay calm. "She killed an acolyte."
His words echoed in my mind. My heart skipped a beat for a mont, but I quickly swallowed my surprise. "What?" My voice ca out sharp, laced with skepticism. "Dude, that doesn’t make sense. How could a magical doll still at level 0 kill an acolyte? Are you sure about this?"
Before he could answer, violent knocks on Mary’s door interrupted our conversation.
Bang! Bang! "Mary, open this door imdiately!"
Angry voices rang out from the other side of the crowd. More banging and pounding echoed as the boy turned to observe the shouts.
He looked back at . "She advanced to level 1 after understanding the magical alphabet. I don’t know how she did it—maybe she studied sothing or used a ntal potion—but what I do know is that after advancing, Daniel forced her to continue experinting. Now she’s in a frenzy, mutating uncontrollably."
My chest tightened for a brief second, but I masked any reaction. Of course, it was because of that she had learned the magical alphabet. I had helped her, making the learning process more efficient. However, this sudden level-up was surprising, even to . Internally, a faint smile crept in—a mix of pride and curiosity.
But reality quickly hit again. If Mary was out of control and had broken the rules, it didn’t matter if it was because of the mutation. The academy was strict with those who crossed the line, especially low-level acolytes. Her execution was almost guaranteed.
I sighed and pulled the key from my pocket. Not wanting to get involved in the chaos, I opened my room’s door. I stepped inside but didn’t close it completely. I left it slightly ajar, the gap giving just enough of a view of the commotion in the corridor. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, I watched.
It didn’t make sense to risk my position for Mary. She was an unstable variable, a wildcard. Getting involved would an jeopardizing my progress.
From the small opening in the door, I observed every movent in the hallway. My eyes tracked the group, and I soon noticed that their leader was Bruce, the Head Apprentice. Bruce was always a confident and authoritative figure, known for his self-control and the loyalty of his two henchn: Henry, with his brute strength and fiery temper, and Matheus, the smaller one, but extrely opportunistic.
Bruce looked irritated. He had clearly lost patience with Mary’s silence behind the door. As I saw him preparing to break it down, sothing unexpected happened. The door creaked, slowly opening.
I was speechless for a mont. Standing in the doorway was a stunning young woman. She wore a red cotton dress that seed to glow under the soft light of the hallway. Her delicate voice flowed like a lody when she spoke, her tone simultaneously sweet and venomous: "So it’s Head Apprentice Bruce looking for ? What do you want? Need sothing?"
My eyebrows shot up. That wasn’t Mary as I knew her. Not at all.
Her features had completely changed. The small, fragile doll body from before now displayed perfectly proportioned curves, with slender limbs that seed to dance with every movent. Her skin glead like polished jade, flawless. Her face, once made of cloth, was now of absurd beauty, with features so perfect they seed sculpted by divine hands. But what truly caught my attention—and everyone else’s—were her eyes. Blood-red eyes, shining like two rubies, radiating a hypnotic aura.
And that smile... A delicate smile, but laden with sothing dangerous.
She was impressive and terrifying all at once.
Her red dress made no effort to hide her form. It seed designed to highlight every detail, as if it were a deliberate weapon. In the monotonous and almost clinical environnt of the tower, dominated by the pale whites of apprentice robes, her presence was like a fire in a dark room.
It was fascinating—and unsettling—to see how the n around her reacted. It didn’t take long for the silence to be replaced by low sighs and intense stares. So even seed paralyzed, their expressions bordering on delirium. Even Bruce’s henchn, Henry and Matheus, were utterly captivated. I could see in their eyes that their thoughts had ventured straight into the darkest, most primal corners of their minds.
Everyone started drooling and whistling. "How beautiful! Let’s rape her right here." Almost everyone was delighted. "Let’s have a gang-bang and defile this Lolita."
But Bruce was different. He took a deep breath and regained control, although his expression was one of pure disbelief. He took two steps back, one of his hands already ready to pull sothing from his waist.
"Who are you?" he demanded, his voice heavy with authority. "Tell your na now, or..."
Bruce hesitated. He was thinking. Of course he was. Like , he knew there was sothing strange about this girl. While the henchn were completely lost in lust, Bruce was battling with his own thoughts.
Then, he murmured sothing to himself, and my attention sharpened.
"But wait..." he whispered, narrowing his eyes. "This lolita... She ca from Mary’s room."
My heart skipped a beat. I had also made the connection, but hearing Bruce vocalize it sent a chill down my spine.
Mary was the magical doll, Daniel’s constant victim in his experints. Weak, always cowardly and tearful. This girl, this vibrant and dangerous figure, couldn’t be Mary. It was like comparing a wilted flower to a living fla. But... what if it was? Bruce seed to be reaching the sa conclusion. The shock in his eyes grew as he took another step back, his mind clearly struggling against the absurd idea.
"Shit! Mary? Is that you?"
His voice echoed down the hallway, and for the first ti, the henchn seed to snap out of their daze, staring at the girl in shock.
When Bruce ntioned Mary’s na, the change was instant. The girl who had once exuded a seductive, dangerous beauty now transford into sothing completely different—sothing monstrous. Her sweet expression twisted violently, the corners of her mouth stretching impossibly wide, until the opening reached her ears. That sight made my spine freeze.
From her forehead, two glorious horns sprouted.
Zzzzz~~, the sound of her lunge echoed down the corridor, followed by a BITE~~, which sounded like the snap of sothing breaking.
Before anyone could react, she lunged at Bruce in a movent too fast to follow. It was like lightning, a blink, and by the ti I realized, she was already at his neck. The bite was brutal. The sound of flesh tearing and the abundant flow of blood were vivid. Half of Bruce’s neck disappeared in seconds, exposing the shredded flesh and the broken trachea.
Blood spurted like a fountain, splattering the walls, the floor, and even the girl herself. The scene was chaotic, tinged in red. Bruce staggered back, crashing against the wall before sliding to the floor, trembling as if his life was rapidly draining away.
Despite the shock and obvious pain, Bruce wasn’t the type of man to give up easily. He still had enough strength to act. Trembling, he pulled a device from his belt—the Scarlet Crescent. I had read about it before.
The item was a type of portable weapon, like a combination between a short sword or dagger. The blade of the device had a bright red core, surrounded by magical runes that emitted a soft glow when activated. The hilt was ergonomic, covered in leather or a durable material, with buttons for adjustnts and firing.
Additionally, a small cylindrical "reservoir" at the base contained crystallized magical energy that powered the device. Bruce held the item out of his pocket and fired, sending a blazing red beam of energy straight toward Mary in her red dress. The beam went straight to her chest.
Bang~~
It pierced her with such force that a hole the size of a tire was burned through her body. Charred organs and intestines fell to the ground, releasing a horrible stench that burned my nostrils even from a distance. The ray continued, hitting the wall behind her and leaving a scorched hole.
She staggered back but didn’t fall imdiately. Even with that devastating wound, her posture remained strangely rigid, as if the pain was irrelevant to her. That sent a chill down my spine.
Bruce, on the other hand, had no ti to waste. He discarded the now useless magical device and, with trembling hands, pulled out a small bottle the size of a fist. I recognized the glowing green liquid inside the vial imdiately: Last Breath potion.
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