Chapter 97.

After having secretly climbed onto the elevator that Squidward was riding and arriving at his destination, I killed my presence and observed the situation from the shadows.

Squidward got out of the elevator and went straight into the room that was labeled the Tower Masters office. The old man beckoning him over seemed to be the Red Magic Towers Tower Master.

Hmm, by the way, why was the mana flow like this here?

The mana here was calm and heavy as if it had precipitated somewhat. Usually, for mana to precipitate to this extent, hundreds of lives had to have been killed here or there had to be a special mana stone in place.

The only time I had felt this kind of mana was when I was young on the peak of the mountain behind my hometown. The mana I felt back then was pure, but now it felt like someone was spreading a putrid smell of corpses.

Did life magicians usually require this type of unpleasant mana for experiments?

The Tower Master's room had lots of peculiar magic formulas drawn all over it. I eagerly jotted down the magic formulas in my notes. While I was quickly scribbling, I felt something strange.

Whats this? Isnt this forbidden magic that black magicians used?

There were curse magic, alchemy, and other unknown magic mixed in, but the basic framework of the magic circle was curse magic, and the core was black magic.

Shouldn't this be stopped?

Of course, not all black magic was evil. The basis of black magic was sacrifice, and in that self-sacrifice. Therefore, in ancient times, there were also records of black magicians being revered as sages.

However, over time, the direction of sacrifice changed from self-sacrifice and developed into sacrificing others.Then they called over the Demon King, and soon black magic became a condemned profession. The records were lost.

Although I didn't have black mana, I still lightly knew a couple of black magic spells. Black magic was that standard.

Why? Everybody knew of the Demon Kings summoning magic. It was also in my father's study. Well, I did use it as firewood to make roasted sweet potatoes. Anyway, black magic wasnt bad. The person who used it was bad.

Therefore, I decided to take a look first, to see if the Tower Master was going to perform a self-sacrifice experiment that would go down in history. I was definitely not waiting to find out how that magic circle worked. Of course not!

After properly preparing for the experiment, the Tower Master and Squidward each stood in their respective positions and began to infuse mana into the magic circle. And inside it, a magic formula that had not been there before, appeared.

I was making a note of the quickly appearing formulas but then paused my pen.

"Now!" the Tower Master cried.

Squidward infused his own mana, pointing to the magic circle on the floor.

"Good! Keep pouring it in!"

You bastard!

"Hectopascal kick!"

Squidward, the recipient of my fierce hectopascal kick, flew into the wall.

"Ah, NO!"

At the deathly pale Tower Master, I flipped my middle finger and yelled, "You XX bastard! I'll just X the XXX and XXX then dip it in salted anchovies, you bastard!"

The Tower Master was stunned from the curses he had never heard in his life. Such a XX idiot didn't even have the qualifications to make that face. He was openly offering Squidward to the newly appearing formulas. I couldnt tolerate human sacrifice as a magician.

"What What are you doing!" Squiward, throwing up blood after getting flung into the wall, barely got up and protested.

"You're the same, you XX bastard! God damm*t, XX why is a life magician bastard doing human experimentation?!"

Squidward looked genuinely enraged, like when Flam had accused him of experimenting with humans.

"Who... Who's experimenting with human beings?"

"You, Im talking about you! You XX-like bastard, you didnt even know that you were the human sacrifice for this human experiment? What a moron!"

"What... What are you"

While Squidward was panicking, the magic circle was raging amok due to the sudden loss of mana.

Keuk! Aaaahhhk!

The Tower Master tried to stop the raging somehow, but it must have been painful as he let out a scream.

Kking! Kkkiiiing!

From behind, the chimera that was still tied to the magic circle whined as if in pain.

"46A-10346!"

Squidward called out to the chimera and tried to approach it. I grabbed his arm and restrained him.

"Let go!"

"It's too late. If you go now, you'll also be caught up."

Scarily, as I finished speaking, the chimera's body split apart and began to crumble.

"Eh, Ed...Ward

The chimera crumbled into ashes as it spoke its last word.

"Ah... AHHHH!!"

Squidward was kneeling and crying in despair. It was not impossible to understand his heart. It probably felt like his beliefs as a magician were falling apart.

Even at a glance, I could tell Squidward was not handling the chimeras just for academic research. He probably felt even more despair knowing that he was also the subject of human experimentation, which was the worst taboo as a life magician.

However, sadly, there was no time to console him.

The Tower Master finally caught a hold of the raging magic circle. I took out a sword and a magic wand from the pocket space.

Kuahhhhhh