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

　But he still wasn't looking at the zombies.

　"boom!"

　Gunshots rang out suddenly.

　The zombie's head exploded like a watermelon. "Hey!"

　A beautiful woman carrying a large gun sped over on a beast-like motorcycle and waved at him.

　Dark couldn't help but shake his head.

　The woman riding the motorcycle was wearing a tight leather outfit, with blonde hair and blue eyes; I couldn't tell which female celebrity I remembered.

　But someone who is usually face-blind obviously can't tell the difference. "Click!"

　The woman suddenly pulled back the bolt, held the gun in one hand, and used the muzzle to lift his chin, asking, "Who are you?"

　"Fuck you," Darke casually replied, then used his thoughts to open a window and try to glimpse reality.

　The feeling was very strange, but in any case, he did see the scene around his own body in reality.

　The first thing that catches the eye is a pitch-black swamp, similar to the scene that occurred with Professor Harvey. Then there are the pitiful zombies whose heads have been blown off, and then... well, the appearance of the woman on the motorcycle in the tight leather suit has also been perfectly replicated one-to-one.

　Dark decisively severed the dream, returning to reality before being shot in the head by the motorcycle woman.

　The zombies and the motorcycle girl in reality instantly turned into mud.

　"call……"

　He sighed, took off his skull helmet, and looked at Professor Harvey and Ergany.

　Sure enough, Professor Harvey looked puzzled, while Ergany asked with considerable confusion, "What is that?"

　Before he could speak, Professor Harvey immediately asked, "Is that undead creature a zombie? And what is that mechanical creature the girl is riding? The dwarf musket it's carrying on its shoulder doesn't seem like it..."

　Dark blinked, looking completely clueless, and said, "Perhaps it's just a whimsical idea from a dream."

　Ergane glanced at him and suddenly said, "That sister is so pretty!" Darke blurted out, "Pretty as you?"

　Ergane blushed and said, "I mean, her outfit, the way she rode that mechanical creature, and the way she carried the gun were all quite impressive."

　As she spoke, she raised her hand and gestured, then pointed at Dark and made a "bang" sound, as if she had fired a gun.

　Darke shook his head and laughed, "If you like, I can try to build one."

　"Hey!" Professor Harvey said with a displeased look, "Didn't you say you didn't know?"

　Dark asked doubtfully, "No, I was just talking about ingenious ideas."

　Professor Harvey: "..."

　Dark shook his head, pointed to his temple and laughed, "Actually, it's nothing big. I might not have been able to make it before, but I can give it a try now."

　Of course, Dark didn't intend to build a genuine motorcycle, as that wouldn't fit the style of the era.

　His idea was to use alchemy to create a golem that resembled a motorcycle.

　For a specific image, you can refer to the motorcycle "Behemoth" from "Beelzemon".

　The motorcycle-shaped golem, driven by magic, is also more in line with the definition of "mechanical creation".

　However, the "dream" he had just experienced also served as a wake-up call for him.

　Before you can skillfully guide dream scenarios, it's best not to try using a "dream machine."

　It's impossible for every dream to be filled with "fantastic ideas," right?

　Besides, after experiencing it firsthand, he thought of another use for this "dream machine".

　All teaching and training are meaningless.

　This "dream-making machine" is practically a born (secret card manufacturing machine).

　By using dream-created artifacts to set up secret rituals and using the secret passage environment to amplify the effects, it is entirely possible to obtain secret rituals for free without needing any other resources!

　"That's the logic."

　After being enlightened by Darke, Professor Steven Harvey couldn't help but ponder the matter carefully.

　Limited by his preconceived notions about the original "dream machine," he didn't immediately think of this use. But after careful consideration, he quickly realized that this was the best use for the "dream machine."

　He immediately smiled and said, "That's a good idea. After the 'Demon King No. 2' is completed, we can consider conducting some secret ritual experiments in the secret passage. For now, it's better to be conservative. Everything should prioritize the completion of the 'Demon King'."

　Dak agreed.

　However, prohibition of action does not mean prohibition of thought.

　After discovering that this "dream machine" could be used to create arcane cards and that it could be used relatively freely, he couldn't help but start conceiving all sorts of arcane arts.

　The core of creating a Mystic Card is "setting up the ritual".

　Mages extract various legendary events, deeply understand and explore them, and then recreate them in the real world through rituals, before inscribing them into magic cards, which are called "Mystic Cards".

　The effectiveness of "Mystic Cards" depends to a considerable extent on the legends surrounding them.

　The historical significance of the item.

　However, the older and more obscure the legendary event, and the more drastic the changes to the events, the more difficult it is to reproduce, let alone record.

　But St. Mary's College is situated on the "axis of time and space," making it arguably the closest place to "history."

　It's much easier to craft arcane cards here than anywhere else.

　This is one of the benefits that students of St. Marian Academy receive from the very beginning.

　Therefore, the course "History of Magic" is also very important.

　However, when Dark's thoughts wandered, all that popped into his mind were legendary and fantastical events that did not belong to this world.

　Forget about ghost marriages, ghost brides, or paper dolls.

　Things like the Investiture of the Gods and the Journey to the West kept popping up. He tapped his head, quickly suppressing his "wild thoughts." "You have to eat one bite at a time, walk one step at a time... If you keep thinking like this, you'll end up with Nuwa patching up the sky and Pangu creating the world..."

　"Stories like ghost marriages and painted skins are somewhat interesting, but I don't know if they can be based on my understanding of the world, or if there are similar stories in this world."

Chapter 851 [Seven-fold Discount] Divination is not such a convenient thing.

　Ritual cards, magic cards, and item cards.

　Dark has a basic understanding of the crafting methods for these three types of magical cards, but further in-depth research is needed before they can be gradually developed.

　This includes ideas such as using "dream machines" to create arcane cards, which require a sufficiently high level of "magical language" to continue development.

　Therefore, ultimately, the "language of magic" is the most important thing. That evening, Dark returned to Professor Hoddle Bode's office to continue the lesson.

　After midnight, they sent Sarah and the others back one by one.

　Then, just like the night before, they encountered Hank Willard, who was still practicing late into the night!

　“”

　While Dak and the others were surprised by this, Hank Willard was also speechless.

　Why are these people here again even though the curfew has already passed midnight?

　They go out in groups every night, aren't they afraid of getting locked up? They really aren't!

　Hank Willard quickly moved to another location.

　Dak and the others exchanged bewildered glances, then began to whisper amongst themselves. They weren't unaware that senior Hank Willard was training them so late at night. But Willard had clearly been training for a full day and night; why was the president of the [Sports Club] showing up again today? Wasn't that a bit much?

　That big guy looked so honest, I never expected him to be such a awful person.

　"So, he'll have to train like this for a few more days?" Heidi suddenly asked. Immediately, everyone's attention focused on Victor.

　Witt said somewhat awkwardly, "How would I know... Well, I'll ask Robert tomorrow."

　They chatted casually, their figures gradually disappearing into the night.

　The following day was Sunday.

　When Dak got up, he found that it was raining heavily outside the window, and the dampness hit him in the face.

　He stopped Devimon from going out in the rain and decided to wait until it was almost time before having breakfast at the cafeteria, something he hadn't done in a long time, and then go to participate in the duel that morning.

　He actually attached great importance to these duels.

　At this stage, every defeat could become the main reason for eventual elimination.

　To maintain their current ranking, they have to keep winning.

　The only fortunate thing was that none of the three players he was matched with this week were the kind of opponents who seemed invincible at first glance.

　However, compared to Hank Willard on Friday and the senior on Saturday, this Sunday's opponent is clearly much more difficult to deal with.

　Hank Willard is very skilled, but his tactics are too straightforward, making them very easy to defend against.

　Dark hadn't felt any psychological pressure when he dueled with him. But today's opponent made him feel uneasy. Because today he was facing a fifth-year senior from the "Astrology Club"!

　This fifth-grade student wasn't in the top sixteen, but that was only because she wasn't interested in participating.

　The members of the "Astrology Club" who made it into the top sixteen of this year's "Golden Cup" rankings. There is only one vice president of the "Astrology Club," who is said to be a widowed fourth-year student from the Fool's House, someone who can rival Winnie Skadi, who is also a fourth-year student.

　Moreover, apart from the fourth-year vice president of the "Astrology Club," the other members of the "Astrology Club" were relatively indifferent to duels that required them to participate in person.

　They seem to prefer watching from the sidelines, discussing the players' performances at length, or even divining the outcome before the match and comparing their results with their teammates.

　In short, the core members of the "Astrology Society" are always mysterious and rarely show themselves in public.

　Dak's limited understanding of the "Astrology Society" largely stemmed from Eudora.

　However, there are always some people who, although they don't appear often, leave a very deep impression every time they do.

　Dark's opponent today belongs to that type.

　Her name is Fate Steinbeck, and she is known as "The Diviner." "The Diviner" is a title, but Fate Steinbeck is called "The Diviner" because after a duel, she explicitly announced that she could predict the cards she would draw in each subsequent turn after the shuffle was complete.

　In other words, her deck is essentially "open secret" to her! Knowing in advance which magic cards she will draw minimizes the impact of "randomness" and makes it easier to plan ahead, instead of leaving the outcome to fate or luck.

　This is seen by some as blatant cheating. Therefore, "fortune teller" Fate Steinbeck is often criticized.

　However, any behavior not prohibited by the rules is permissible. From a duelist's perspective, it's impossible to condemn such behavior. Moreover, outside of St. Marian Academy, there are countless professional duelists who use off-field tactics in professional matches, and some even use certain off-field tactics as a distinctive feature to promote themselves.

　Just like Dark Deemon, he can actually activate "Eye of Truth" during a duel to assist in the battle.

　These are all actions within the rules.

　It's just that it's not used by default within St. Marian Academy.

　In short, F. Steinbeck is very difficult to deal with.

　If you don't take it seriously, it wouldn't be surprising if you messed up on the spot. As Dak was eating breakfast, he suddenly frowned and saw someone walk up from behind him and sit down directly opposite him.

　The person exuded a faint vanilla scent, had a fair complexion like jade, slightly pointed ears, and rare peach-pink hair.

　Dark recognized her almost immediately as a half-elf lady. However, judging from the pointed shape of her ears, it was clear that her elven bloodline was not strong.

　"Good morning, junior Dark Dimon. Let me introduce myself. I am Fate Steinbeck, a fifth-year student at the Knight Academy."

　When it comes to "fortune teller", most people will subconsciously think that she is a student of magic academy.

　But this Fate Steinbeck was indeed a student of the Knights Academy. Darke relaxed his brow and politely said, "Good morning, Senior Steinbeck. What can I do for you?"

　“Don’t be so hostile. I just happened to see you and came to say hello.” Fate Steinbeck rested her hands on the table, clasped them together, and covered her mouth with a soft laugh.

　o

　Dark shook his head and smiled slightly. "If anyone else said it was just a coincidence, I would definitely believe it. But Senior Steinbeck is known as the 'Fortune Teller,' so I can only remain skeptical."

　“If you want to think that way, then think that way,” Fate Steinbeck said casually, as if it were commonplace. “Since we’ve run into each other, might as well ask, is your elective course ‘Astrology’?”

　Dark looked slightly doubtful, but still answered honestly, "Yes."

　Fate Steinbeck then asked, "So, how's your astrology coming along?"

　"I'm just starting out," Dark said. Fette Steinbeck asked, "Is it usable?" Dark frowned, "It's barely usable."

　Fette Steinbeck clapped his hands and laughed, "Then I'm relieved."

　After saying that, she stood up from her seat, waved to Dark, and said, "Then... see you in the dueling arena!"

　Dark wanted to ask a question, but Fate Steinbeck had already turned and walked away. This made him lower his raised hand involuntarily, and he pondered, "She came all this way just to ask me how my astrology is going. Could it be related to today's duel? But if that's the case, how will she connect the duel with astrology?"

　Dark thought quickly, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table. He only stopped abruptly when someone reminded him, apologized profusely, and quickly left the cafeteria.

　But as soon as he stepped out of the cafeteria, he encountered Doron and Pistan rushing over.