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

　"Dragon Arrow" is a special move exclusive to "Dragonball", which even "Dragonki" does not possess.

　Instead, it possesses a Dragon-type special move called "Dragon Pulse".

　[Dragon Pulse: Draco unleashes a dragon-shaped shockwave from its mouth, dealing damage to the target.]

　While the power of "Dragon Pulse" is not weak, it is not particularly outstanding.

　Its second ultimate move is a Ghost-type ultimate move – "Spiritual Ambush"!

　[Shadow Strike: Dorgonki can bring Dorgonmesia into Shadow Strike mode.]

　"Sneak Peek" is slightly more powerful than "Dragon Pulse". The 30-second "Shadow Strike" state allows it to avoid most dangers, and the additional effect of being able to bring "Dragon Mesia" into the "Shadow Strike" state is very important.

　At the same time, "Doraki" also has a special move - "Protect"!

　[Protect: For 1 seconds, enter a protected state, completely blocking the opponent's attacks and becoming unaffected by most special moves. If used consecutively within one hour, the success rate of each subsequent use will decrease to the previous one.]

　Dragapult's stats are clearly geared towards offense, but its moveset is surprisingly utility-oriented.

　Dark couldn't help but look at the final, deadly move.

　"Round singing?"

　His eyes showed surprise.

　[Round (Dragon): Doronchi attacks its target with a dragon roar, dealing damage. When multiple dragons among its allies use Round, the first one to use Round ignores speed, and the remaining magical spirits immediately use it, with double the power.]

　"Finally, we've encountered a magical spirit with the ultimate move 'Round'!"

　In the Pokémon games, "Round" only has a power of 60. However, if a teammate uses "Round" at the same time, not only can it be cast instantly, but its power is also doubled, from the originally insignificant 60 to 120!

　Each subsequent use of "Round" by a companion will have a power of 120!

　With a power of 120, it's equivalent to the Grass-type move Solar Beam!

　However, the "round" in front of us seems to be a special version for dragons...

　I wonder if we can deduce a regular version of "ultimate move: round" based on this?

　As Dark pondered, he couldn't help but imagine the terrifying scene of summoning hundreds of "Doraki" and simultaneously using "Round" to launch a devastating attack on the enemy. He shuddered and woke up from his fantasy.

　After facing reality, Dark took out another "Elysium III? Moon" and evolved the "Drowmacia" of this "Drowmacia" into a new "Drowmacia".

　Then he sat down at the lab table, recording data while patiently waiting.

　About ten minutes later, when the first "Drownki" finished evolving, the "Drownki" and "Drowmercia" that evolved afterward gradually disappeared.

　"If we calculate it this way, relying solely on the 'Elysium' card to stack up the quantity, assuming there are countless 'Elysium III' cards, evolving a 'Droolchi' requires three seconds of casting and three seconds of cooldown, totaling six seconds. Roughly calculated, that's ten per minute, and one hundred and fifty per fifteen minutes..."

　"One hundred and fifty 'Doraki' simultaneously unleashed 'Round'..."

　"Still not enough!"

　"Perhaps only after we can evolve magical spirits using only mental power will we be able to quickly build an army of thousands of 'Dragon Legions'."

　Dark patted the magic card, a hint of longing in his eyes.

　Afterwards, he introduced "Dragon Balto" to the magical spirits, entrusted the basic education tasks of "Dragon Balto" and "Dragon Mesia" to others, sent the Dragon Grass back to the club classroom, and then calmed down to summarize and reflect on the two alchemy experiments.

　From each basic transmutation experiment, he could glean some secrets of targeted transmutation.

　In time, you will naturally be able to master it.

　……

　Around noon, Dark Demon went to the cafeteria alone for a quick meal, then recalled all his magical spirits, carefully adjusted his deck, and stepped into the open-air duel arena.

　On Friday afternoon, the students, who had been busy all week, finally had some free time. The much-anticipated news that Dark Dimon was about to face off against a fifth-grade prodigy, skipping three grades, suddenly resurfaced after a period of silence, spreading like wildfire throughout the castle.

　Students from all grades then headed to the open-air duel arena in small groups.

　Last weekend, Dark Demon's victory over Patricia Bolin, a fourth-year magic student, is still fresh in everyone's mind. This week, he has taken it a step further and accepted a challenge from a fifth-year student. What will the outcome be this time?

　The students whispered among themselves, eagerly discussing the topic, creating a lively atmosphere.

　Soon after, the leaders of various large organizations also entered the circular area and sat down to wait patiently.

　With the opening of the "Golden Cup," Dark Demon's dueling prowess is increasing at a visible rate. If he can defeat that fifth-year student again this time, the Noble House will essentially have a terrifying ace capable of overcoming three ranks!

　If the other three colleges still want to compete in this year's College Cup, they will need more than just hard work!

　Therefore, many of the students who came to watch the game had unusually solemn expressions.

　In this atmosphere, Edwin Clarissa, the president of the Society for the Study of Aristocratic History, suddenly asked Mike Irwin beside him, "Speaking of which, who exactly is Fern Morse?"

　Mike Irving: "..."

　Dark Dimon's opponent today—Fern Morse—is currently a fifth-year student at the Fools' House.

　In Mike Irving's view, Fern Morse was not exactly a stranger in the shadows.

　In fact, in the previous few years, Fern Morse had been quite active as a top student at the Fools' House, but his activity level was not yet overly noticeable.

　Therefore, it's not surprising that someone like Edwin Clarissa, who is oblivious to the world around her, doesn't know much about him.

　However, after the start of this semester, Fern Morse's activity level increased further, and he became even more eye-catching—he was by no means a weakling to be underestimated!

　Although Mike Irving had a high opinion of Darko Dimon, he was also worried about today's duel.

　……

　Gradually, first grade, second grade, third grade... more and more people who were familiar with Dak took their seats.

　Pandora Drogon, unusually, sat with the members of the literary society and spoke quietly with the society's president.

　Beside her were Winnie Skadi, Patricia Pollin, and others.

　Clearly, they were all members of the literary society.

　In a magic academy where knowledge is power, it's perfectly normal for members of the literature club to possess unparalleled strength.

　As the pillars of the Magic Academy, they also had to face the sudden rise of Dark Dimon.

　……

　In the area where the second-year noble academy students gathered, Diana and Rose were fully armed and ready to go at any moment. They had come to watch a duel with Dark in the afternoon, and then prepared to enter the dungeon again to strive to become stronger.

　Diligence may not guarantee that you will always be ahead, but without diligence, it will be impossible to even catch up with others.

　There are quite a few second-year students who share the same idea.

　……

　As the center of attention this time, Darko Dimon had already entered the players' lounge ahead of time.

　Half past one in the afternoon.

　Fern Morse did not enter the players' lounge, but Darke, prompted by staff, entered the players' tunnel and walked towards the center of the arena.

　Upon arriving at the bottom of the dueling arena, they saw Fern Morse already walking towards the arena, his seven-colored hair standing out prominently.

　"So this wasn't dyed specifically for a masquerade ball?"

　"Or perhaps, the dye wasn't removed after it was applied?"

　"Wait, could it be that they dyed it again for today's duel?"

　Dark recalled the senior's costume at the masquerade ball and couldn't help but want to complain.

　The senior student suddenly appeared after he conquered a resource point. He was wearing a tuxedo and leather shoes, and his face was covered with a prajna mask with two red blushes. He was both eerie and comical, making him unforgettable.

　His companion, a magical spirit, is a "demon" that wears the same Hannya mask as him!

　The "ghost's" mask was exceptionally ferocious, with two sharp horns growing from the sides of its head and very thick hair.

　Apart from that, its body was completely shrouded in a large robe, exuding an air of mystery and terror.

　It was precisely because of the existence of that magical spirit that Darke had a higher opinion of Fern Morse's strength.

　He strolled up to the red player's platform, placed his deck into the card slots on the table, activated the table, and looked up at the player opposite him.

　This was the first time he had seen Fern Morse's face.

　Without that comical and bizarre Hannya mask, Fern Morse's image is actually not bad.

　Although he wasn't exactly handsome, he had distinct features and was easily recognizable. His skin was also very fair, so much so that his colorful spiky hair didn't look out of place at all.

　To be honest, his appearance wasn't repulsive.

　If there's anything that's gradually ruining his reputation, it's definitely his mouth!

　"I never expected you to accept my challenge!"

　Fern Morse began in a low voice.

　Of course, since he had turned on the amplification device, "low-pitched" is just an adjective describing his tone.

　It was obvious to Dak that he had been holding back for a long time. He had probably been thinking about this sentence ever since he received the notification that he had passed the challenge last week, and now he finally had the chance to say it =.=!

　"It shouldn't be...it's him, right?"

　Seeing that Fern Morse was still acting all high and mighty, Dark couldn't help but think of something.

　He had originally analyzed that Fern Morse's sudden rise to prominence was very likely related to "Netherfire," and coincidentally Patricia Bolin also said that there was a third holder of "Netherfire" hidden in the academy... But now it seems that it is somewhat different?

　To this end, he clenched his right fist, allowing a small portion of the "Netherworld Fire," which had shrunk in size, to emerge from it, deliberately revealing its aura.

　But Fern Morse's expression remained unchanged.

　Dark frowned inwardly, then replied, "Because when I saw your name, I remembered that I had met you once at a masquerade ball, so I just accepted it."

　Fern Morse pursed his lips and smiled, "So it seems my image and demeanor have intimidated you."

　"?" Dark asked curiously, "Is there any logic to this?"

　But Fern Morse did not answer directly. Instead, he said in a flash, "Since you dared to accept my challenge, then I acknowledge your courage."

　After he finished speaking, he adjusted his multicolored, glowing hair, looking like he was the best in the world.

　As Dark watched this scene, he suddenly had a bad feeling... Could it be that this senior, Fern Morse, simply has a problem with his brain?

　Emmm...

　With a slight sigh in his heart, Dark maintained the most basic politeness and said, "Senior Fern Morse, let's begin our duel."

　"Are you challenging me instead?" To everyone's surprise, Fern Morse's emotions surged, and he chuckled, "Since I'm already standing here, I have no reason to refuse your challenge. However, the duel that follows may not be as intense as you imagine, because it will be a...massacre show!"

　The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

　A cold wind blew between the contestants' platforms.

　The audience outside the venue reacted strongly to this sentence, and the whole venue was abuzz with excitement.

　Because Dak Dimon has consistently performed exceptionally well, the vast majority of viewers have a positive impression of him.

　Fern Morse's small group of fans were almost instantly overwhelmed by the will of the crowd, and the entire audience was filled with cheers for Darko Dimon and boos for Fern Morse.

　"Okay, that's the feeling!"

　But Fern Morse was not worried but rather pleased, a hint of madness showing in his slightly narrow eyes.

　"To rise against the tide and crush the will to resist is what we seek! Are you ready? Second-year student, this is the last time you'll smile and speak to me!"

　Dak frowned suddenly.

　"Beep——"

　Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, the referee immediately blew his whistle.

　Both players instantly focused their attention.

　No matter what boasts are made before the duel, once the duel begins, it becomes a pure contest of strength.

　Dark wasn't angry at Fern Morse's words; he just felt that the man... or really had something wrong with his head?

　"Let the duel tell me the answer."

　Dark whispered and placed his hand on top of the deck.

　"Tick!"

　After the words "Preparation Phase", a countdown of "30 seconds" appeared.

　Both players immediately drew their cards!

　With the five magic cards acquired in succession, Dark Dimon lowered his head slightly, his expression becoming somewhat serious.

　【Duolong Baruto】