High School of Demon Hunting

The black gemstone cat shook its head.

Looking left and right, with a confused expression.

It didn’t know why it was here.

A few seconds ago, it was still squatting under the cat fruit tree, playing poker with the big fox and the white jade cat—this competitive yet limited intensity game was very suitable for the three of them—but in the blink of an eye, it somehow appeared at the edge of a cliff, being blown by the cold wind!

Moreover, it seemed like something just hit it?

It lifted its paw and touched its forehead.

There was a leaf of a sycamore tree there.

This leaf was a gift left by the teacher on Zheng Qing’s birthday—the teacher originally wanted to send him on a high-dimensional journey, but he ultimately refused.

Intuition told the black gemstone cat that the recent impact was definitely related to that leaf.

Compared to the black gemstone cat, who couldn’t see its own forehead, Zheng Qing had fewer doubts.

He saw it clearly.

A faint blue snake mark suddenly appeared on the sycamore leaf on the black gemstone cat’s forehead. With just a bit of simple thinking, he guessed the purpose of the mark.

"Make it dance."

The boy nudged the dazed black gemstone cat with his foot.

"How come you’re here? Were you pulled over too? Who pulled us over!" The black gemstone cat was startled, and seeing it was Zheng Qing, it relaxed a bit and impatiently asked.

The boy raised an eyebrow: "—Did you just see me now?"

"Were you already here?" The black gemstone cat evidently realized the subtle discrepancy in their conversation.

"I’ve been here all along... this is my dream realm." Zheng Qing shook his head, no longer pondering the magical rationale hidden behind this special sensation, and urged again: "—Enough talking, let it dance."

"Who?"

Only then did the black gemstone cat notice the blue little dragon beside it.

And the blue little dragon pointed at by Zheng Qing also came to its senses and, upon hearing the boy’s command, jumped up furiously: "Dance? Me? For you? Are you crazy? Don’t think..."

Before it could finish speaking, it subconsciously straightened its neck and began to sway side to side, dancing a lively Xinjiang dance. The black gemstone cat watched wide-eyed, while Zheng Qing clicked his tongue appreciatively.

"Well danced." The boy praised.

"Who is it?"

The black gemstone cat blinked, quite interested in examining this small dragon about a foot long, and raised its paw again to touch its forehead: "—Did you just put its contract on me?"

"The contract wasn’t placed by me, it was Him." Zheng Qing gestured outside the cliff.

The black gemstone cat looked up, and then looked higher, continuing to look up until it flipped over in place, unable to fit the enormous figure of R’lyeh into its view, only seeing two impressively memorable eyes.

After getting up from the ground, it obediently lowered its head, glanced at the blue little dragon again, and showed a hint of realization on its face: "—I thought I recognized those eyes."

The blue little dragon also had red and blue eyes, and such heterochromia was not uncommon in the wizard world, so it’s no wonder it didn’t react immediately.

"—Enough, you can stop dancing!" The black gemstone cat nodded slightly.

The blue little dragon stopped twisting with a somber expression, its gaze hovering between Zheng Qing and the black gemstone cat, paying special attention to the leaf on the black gemstone cat’s forehead.

"It has nothing to do with either of us."

Zheng Qing took a small step back, fearing this little creature might take out its frustrations by biting him: "When the contract was placed earlier, it wasn’t with my consent...I guess He was worried you’d run away again and wake Him up, having to catch you once more."

"Then why wasn’t this contract placed on you?" The black gemstone cat touched its forehead a third time.

Zheng Qing didn’t have any ideas about this.

"Maybe because this leaf was given by the teacher, it’s quite binding?" he casually speculated, his peripheral vision catching the slightly shaking head of the blue little dragon, paused, then added: "—Its rank is high, grows fast. If a normal contract were placed on me, who knows when it might steal it away. This leaf is different. I remember the teacher saying this leaf is related to high dimensions? Maybe it’s not even in the same dimension as us!"

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"—When we can’t handle an unknown concept, we might as well categorize it as a dimension. By starting from the first principle, we can see the essence of things through phenomenon."

On the podium, the professor, holding the lecture notes, tapped the chalkboard, reiterating the methodology he mentioned in the first class.

It was already Saturday afternoon.

Zheng Qing was attending the ’Introduction to Dimension Theory’ class with several graduate students much older than himself.

It had been nearly twenty hours since the cliffside meeting in the dream realm last night. The blue little dragon quietly returned to dorm 403, not causing a ripple in the lives of the young wizards, everything continued as usual.

However, the blue little dragon, forced to bear the sale contract, did not choose to crawl back into Zheng Qing’s ear—this made the young assistant quite relieved—nor did it stick closely to the contract master, which was the black gemstone cat, instead, it clung to Zheng Qing’s ear like a piece of stubborn gum.

From afar, it looked like a peculiar-looking hearing aid.

He had once hoped to shake off this piece of gum during the Time Conversion course, but after the morning’s ’Command Studies’ experience, his expectations were completely shattered.

"—So, what exactly do you want to do?"

Zheng Qing held his head, watching the professor’s board work quickly, taking notes on his lecture notes while sighing and rubbing his ear: "I’ve told you many times, I really can’t do anything about that contract..."

"Do you have any questions, Zheng Qing?" The professor on stage finally couldn’t bear it any longer, stopping the lecture and smiling as he looked at the young wizard who had been murmuring to himself throughout the class.

The other students turned to look.

Zheng Qing stood up abruptly, about to apologize, and heard a very faint voice by his ear.

"You mentioned earlier that the level of magic power is not the real factor limiting communication between dimensions...So I want to ask, can a wizard in a normal dimensional state exert some degree of influence on higher dimensions?"

He repeated the question raised by the blue little dragon.

—It still hasn’t given up, wanting to damage that leaf.

That was the first thought that flashed across Zheng Qing’s mind.

—The wording of this question is really subtle, isn’t it just asking how a low-level wizard’s low-level magic can produce the effects that only high-level magic can!

The young wizard laughed inwardly, shook his head slightly, then snapped to attention, stunned.

Because he thought of his charm gun and fu bullets.