All-around teacher at the magic academy

Max sat at his desk, his eyes looking somewhat tired, but his hands moved with unwavering focus.

The silver pen danced lightly between his fingers, lines of writing spreading across the white documents. His movements had become mechanical and numb, like a meticulously programmed machine, endlessly leaving its mark on mountains of paperwork.

The clock on the wall ticked away, each tick like a blow to his heart, reminding him that time was relentlessly slipping away.

The pace of work in Barton City has been unusually intense lately, with everyone working like clockwork. However, there's been no major incident during this period, and the city's crime rate seems to have decreased due to the upcoming game.

Such tranquility was a rare comfort to law enforcement officers, and it made Max feel that their hard work had not been in vain.

Just as he was secretly rejoicing at the quiet busyness, a series of hurried footsteps shattered the atmosphere in the office, followed by a loud bang as the door was slammed open. Max's thoughts were instantly pulled back to reality; his brow furrowed as he looked towards the doorway.

"Something terrible has happened!" Kate's voice was filled with urgency, and his face was pale, clearly indicating that he had just experienced a great shock.

Max paused, slowly putting down his pen. The nib left a single drop of ink on the document, a reflection of his current mood.

"What's wrong?" Max's voice was lower than usual. His intuition told him that Kate's sudden intrusion was no small matter.

Kate was usually a very polite person, and he had never been so out of line before; this time, he didn't even bother to knock. Max's heart skipped a beat; he realized that something terrible might have happened.

"Something has happened at the Duke of Adams's residence." Kate finally calmed down, but his voice still trembled slightly.

Upon hearing this, Max felt a chill rise up his spine and quickly spread throughout his body. His hands clenched involuntarily, his knuckles turning white from the force—this was certainly not good news.

.....

Inside Duke Adams' mansion, a terrifying, enormous creature roared incessantly, as if excited to have escaped the dark world and arrived here. Its voice was like a call from the depths of hell, sending chills down one's spine.

This creature appeared to be pieced together from countless rotting flesh and irregular chunks of meat. Its existence defied logic, like a nightmare woven from death and decay. Its body had no fixed form, resembling a constantly shifting mountain of flesh, changing every moment, each change brimming with a malevolent vitality.

The flesh split open and closed, each split revealing its nauseating inner world. Organs and bones peeked out from between the flesh, like the grinning face of a demon mocking human fragility. And each reassembly of the body's structure seemed like a cruel joke played by nature, making it impossible to predict what form it would take next.

Its skin, a putrid green and dark red, resembled the color of rotting fruit, making one want to vomit. The viscous liquid on its surface was a mixture of decomposed flesh and blood, emitting a suffocating stench. These liquids dripped onto the ground, polluting the earth, each drop seeming to announce its arrival to the world.

Its limbs, those tentacle-like fleshy chunks, can stretch and deform at will. They wave in the air, searching for prey, and each stretch and contraction is filled with indescribable terror.

Its head was a massive fleshy sac, housing a pair of dark red eyes that gleamed with an evil light. Its mouth was filled with sharp, serrated teeth capable of easily tearing apart anything. Deep within its oral cavity were writhing tentacles that secreted thick saliva, dripping with a nauseating sound.

The man stood at a relatively safe distance, his gaze fixed on the constantly shifting mass of rotting flesh.

His laughter sounded particularly jarring amidst the chaos and panic; it was a mixture of madness and satisfaction.

Although the appearance of the Flesh Demon is unbearable to look at, and its very existence is an extreme provocation against human aesthetics and order, in the man's eyes, it is all his meticulously planned masterpiece, a symbol of his power and ambition.

The Carrion Demon roamed freely in this once-prosperous ducal mansion, its greedy eyes scanning the surroundings, its olfactory organs searching for the scent of food in the air.

It could feel the pulse of life; to it, the panicked humans fleeing were nothing more than lambs to the slaughter. It let out a low growl, as if announcing to the world that its feast was about to begin.

Max led a team of law enforcement officers to the scene before him, and the sight before him made his heart clench. People screamed in terror and scattered in all directions, while the disgusting creature hunted and destroyed with impunity.

"Evacuate the crowd and seal off this area!" Max's voice was firm and powerful, and his orders were quickly carried out by law enforcement officers.

As soon as he finished speaking, Max charged towards the monster, his steps firm and his eyes flashing with determination.

He needed to ascertain the Duke of Adams' safety as soon as possible, and although he had prepared himself for the worst, he was unwilling to give up any hope. He had to see it with his own eyes before he would be satisfied.

...

At this moment, Leon sat alone in a quiet corner, his brows slightly furrowed, lost in deep thought. His mind kept replaying his conversation with Raphael, especially the moment when Raphael suggested a sparring match.

Whether this request was simply an unintentional act or concealed a deeper intention remained a mystery to Leon.

He couldn't fathom the other's thoughts, since the two hadn't had any prior contact, but this made Leon wary; no unexpected incident should happen.

"Teacher Leon!" A call broke Leon's reverie, abruptly pulling him back to reality.

Leon turned around and his gaze fell on a man standing behind him. Seeing the man running out of breath, Leon's brows furrowed.

He remembered the face; yes, it was one of the law enforcement officers, and his name seemed to be Henry.