The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

　The organization finally had a relatively complete structure.

　Everyone looked at each other, and they all breathed a slight sigh of relief.

　With the basic framework in place, the rest becomes much easier to handle.

　First is the "virtual ruler," which is the leader who acts as the "image spokesperson."

　Principal Arte should have been the best choice, but she has not joined the organization.

　Moreover, her presence is likely to cause the organization to gradually become her personal fiefdom.

　Even if she herself is of high moral character, she wouldn't do that.

　But the people below will gradually start to regard her as their leader.

　Therefore, Professor Sylph and Arvit both agreed to elect a new leader.

　At this moment, a person who was a professor at the academy, a member of the Valkyrie faction, a future son-in-law of the Free City, and a reserve disciple of the Star Tower was forced to step into the limelight.

　Dak stood awkwardly in front; he really didn't want to take on the role of "brand ambassador."

　First of all, the very existence of this position is awkward.

　Secondly, he just wanted a seat to watch the show.

　"How about we talk about the organization's name first?"

　Darko Dimon shrewdly changed the subject.

　And this shift in topic was very successful.

　The group then resumed their enthusiastic discussion.

　Of course, after a year, the members unconsciously became reserved and did not participate in discussions at this level.

　Professor Lily was the most active among them.

　Although all her proposals were rejected, she remained enthusiastic.

　Therefore, it was a long time before they received a provisional name.

　—The serpent of wisdom!

　……

　[A long chapter of 5,000 words! Including last night's, that's 9,000! I have to go out on errands now, and after a nap when I get back, it'll be quite late. Updates tonight will be at least past midnight, so don't wait up. Early to bed and early to rise makes you healthy.]

Chapter 792

　A cold wind howled outside the auditorium.

　The auditorium was warm and cozy.

　The roasted chicken, coated in honey, exudes a rich aroma of meat juices and the sweetness of honey.

　The bitterness of coffee and the sweetness of black tea mingled together, much like the students' mixed feelings of joy and sorrow.

　After a short holiday that wasn't too long or too short, St. Mary's College finally held its opening ceremony for the new year.

　The first-year students sat at the end of the long table, no longer as nervous as they were when they first arrived last year.

　Only occasionally would you see a few diligent and studious children quietly taking out a workbook of some subject and studying it in their spare time.

　After a wild holiday, Victoria, seemingly unfazed, was gnawing on a chicken leg covered in ketchup.

　Phoenix, sitting at the Knight Dean's desk, looked at her with a slightly helpless expression.

　The orc prince Spike Leon was engaged in a fierce battle with beef not far from her.

　The dark elf girl Vivian Alvind and Dark's little cousin Jon sat at the long table in the Magic Academy, listening attentively to the principal's speech on the stage.

　Meanwhile, at the headmaster's desk, Anna, Angie, and Joey... were all taking time to study!

　Aurora glanced at them sideways, then looked back at the second-year area.

　The seat between Diana and Rose remained empty.

　"Where did Dark go?" she wondered.

　As the only privileged student in the first grade exempt from math homework, Aurora's arrogance was beyond the comprehension of others.

　……

　"So, where did Dark go?"

　In the second-grade area, more students are thinking about this issue.

　Diana puffed out her cheeks, and the meat in her mouth didn't taste as good anymore.

　Rose, too, rested her chin on her hand, gazing at the stage, lost in thought.

　Then, Principal Arte on the stage finally finished praising and rewarding the best-performing students of the first semester and began to talk about the second year.

　Principal Art started by mentioning Witt Gold. After all, Witt had indeed won the Silver Cup, and even if he didn't achieve great success, he certainly put in a lot of hard work—he really did work hard—so it wasn't unreasonable to mention him.

　But then, Principal Arte announced the student who performed best in the first semester of the second year, who was still the son of the Valkyrie, the brightest star of St. Marian Academy in recent years—Dark Dimon!

　If Dark's performance in his first year didn't quite live up to the title of "most brilliant," then his performance in his second year completely won people over.

　In the Golden Cup, a competition for the entire grade, a second-year student maintained an undefeated record, even though he bravely accepted challenges from older students!

　Even Pandora Drogon, the most popular star among the students today, was nowhere near as dazzling as him in the first semester of his second year.

　In the period following Christmas, many people talking about the Golden Cup have been speculating about how far Darko Dimon can go.

　Based on their performance in the Gold Cup points tournament last season, as long as they don't tank next season, reaching the round of 16 is practically a certainty.

　But the real test will come after they enter the top 16.

　While not all senior students will give their all in the Golden Cup, reaching the top 16 is no easy feat.

　Throughout the history of the Golden Cup, there have been numerous examples of teams dominating the qualifying rounds only to be defeated in the round of 16.

　Given Dac's qualifications, this situation is quite possible.

　However, the most likely scenario is that he will be eliminated in the single-elimination round of 16!

　The students would often sip tea while listing the opponents Dark Dimon might face after entering the Gold Cup main event. Then, based on the information they had, they would verbally simulate the duel between the two sides, ultimately getting a smile in return. That afternoon would pass by leisurely and carefree.

　During the opening ceremony, Principal Arte launched into a long and enthusiastic speech, praising Dark's outstanding performance in the first semester of his second year. She highlighted his winning the Golden Orange Star at the Halloween Ball, his undefeated record in the Golden Cup, and his humility and courtesy in the Silver Cup.

　As for anything related to the Demon King, not a single word will be mentioned!

　However, this would leave no good reason to give extra rewards.

　As Principal Arte spoke, she went beyond her prepared remarks and began talking about Dak's role as a teaching assistant in the first year.

　It was only at this moment that the students outside of the first and second years finally realized that Dark Dimon, while maintaining his own leading grades, was also a professor, and gasps of surprise rang out from the audience.

　"I originally thought he had just compiled a few math textbooks..."

　"No, isn't writing textbooks even more impressive than being a teaching assistant?"

　"Oh, right! So what were you so surprised about?"

　"I was just going along with what everyone else was saying, and wow, that's amazing!"

　"Who is Mad?"

　"Who do you care I am?"

　Amidst such conversations, the atmosphere of the opening ceremony reached its climax.

　Principal Arte ultimately couldn't find a reason to publicly award Dak extra credits, so he simply awarded him credits as usual and continued to praise the outstanding third-year students.

　In reality, the students who receive praise from the principal at the annual opening ceremony remain largely the same, except for the first and second grades where there are more significant changes.

　Although the total number of students in the front row may change, the one who is the best is actually very difficult to change.

　Such a tragic story is quite rare at St. Mary's College, where the academic atmosphere is exceptionally strong.

　After praising the students of each of the six grades, Principal Arte continued his speech, as is customary, offering his vision and expectations for the future.

　According to the normal procedure, she can end her speech for the evening after she finishes her concluding remarks, and give the rest of the time to the students.

　But just as she was about to leave the stage, a sphinx carrying a letter slowly flew in from backstage.

　A thought struck her, and she stopped in her tracks, took the envelope from the elf's hand, and opened it in front of all the teachers and students.

　This unexpected turn of events, which had never occurred in the normal procedure, attracted the students' attention.

　The professors on the faculty seats all wore smiles, fully demonstrating the sense of superiority brought about by their "information advantage."

　Professor Melno was beaming with pride, practically as if he had the words "I have done great service to the college, I am one of the top ten professors" tattooed on his face.

　After opening the envelope, Principal Arte looked at the letter with a slightly strange expression.

　However, she still read aloud as instructed: "It seems that at the beginning of the year, our dear Professor Lars Melno has brought us some unexpected good news. I wonder if any of the students can guess it?"

　Before he finished speaking, whispers had already begun to circulate among the audience.

　Lars Melno was a renowned senior professor at the college, and he had helped write much of the original arithmetic textbook.

　But if we're talking about who knows him best, it's definitely our first-year students.

　However, after seeing Principal Arte's deliberately mysterious manner, the first-year students all had a very ominous premonition.

　Especially those first-year students who were "studying in their spare time" had constipated expressions on their faces.

　Clearly, after studying mathematics for about half a year, their logical thinking abilities have improved significantly.

　We have a very clear understanding of the current situation.

　What other good news could Professor Lars Melno bring?

　"what? What?"

　Victoria looked up in bewilderment, and her little classmate at the next table turned her face toward her with a serious expression and wiped the grease off with a wet wipe.

　Seeing that the atmosphere had been built up enough, Principal Arte casually tossed the envelope in her hand, causing it to turn into a dove and fly away.

　"It seems many students have already guessed correctly, especially the first-year students... That's right, your beloved teaching assistant, Dark Dimon, is officially a full professor starting today! Let's welcome a new professor to the academy!"

　"In addition, Professor Lars Melno will be placed in inactive status effective immediately."

　No one was listening to that last sentence.

　All the students were completely bewildered by Principal Arte's announcement.

　what's the situation?

　Being a teaching assistant is fine, since a teaching assistant is nominally just a professor's assistant.

　But what the heck is this "promotion"?

　We're all students, so why are you allowed to be a professor in your second year?

　How are we, as senior students, supposed to conduct ourselves in this situation?

　If we meet again, should I call him junior or professor?

　Of course, the shock of the upperclassmen was never as real as that of the freshmen; they couldn't feel the pain as acutely.

　Especially those who tried to study in their spare time... oh no, and those who were unwilling to even try to study in their spare time, they are now regretting it to the core!

　"It's over. Before, we had Professor Melno as a buffer, but now that Dark Demon has become a full professor, the first-year math class is going to be completely overrun!"

　"He's only a year older than us, so why is that?"

　"Why was Jerry born if Tom was already here?!"

　The first-graders looked miserable, and even the meat in their mouths didn't taste good anymore.

　Both Jon and Joey from the Dimon family had expressions of intense rage, as if they'd bitten into an eight-pointed star anise.

　Anna and Angie also looked apprehensive, feeling that the second half of the semester would probably be even more difficult than the first!

　"Don't worry, Angie, it's only for six months. He can't possibly be a professor until his second year, can he? It must be that Professor Melno is getting old and wants to retire, so they asked him to fill in for six months!"

　"Anna, I've never hoped as much as I do today that you were right. But do you think that's possible?"

　"Oh ho ho ho, thinking about it carefully, we've actually been pretty unlucky since the start of the semester."

　"Oh ho ho ho, I think so too."

　"Oh ho ho ho, are we destined to be this unlucky forever?"