High School of Demon Hunting

Giant God Warrior Project.

This is the first time Zheng Qing has heard the name of this project.

But based on the related information mentioned later by Professor Montreya like ’suitable candidates’ and ’the other six people,’ he easily deduced that the so-called ’Giant God Warrior Project’ is probably the project being conducted by Edge Academy.

Nevertheless, Zheng Qing’s mind was in chaos at this moment, neither pondering why that not-so-tall and militarily average experimental body was given the name ’Giant God Warrior,’ nor feeling any joy for having ’smartly’ captured the loophole in Professor Montreya’s speech.

On the contrary, for Professor Montreya, such a normally meticulous and serious wizard to make such a glaring verbal slip, it shows to what extent he has already lost his composure.

Moreover, the fate of the other six people mentioned by him further induced a trace of fear in the young assistant student.

If it weren’t for the people surrounding him on all sides, what he’d most want to do now is to lean in front of Dylan’s tall dressing mirror and carefully scrutinize the wrinkles on his face.

Thus, when the black-robed wizard approached again with the mana extreme piece, Zheng Qing hurriedly lifted his robe, revealing his belly. The room on a summer night wasn’t cold, yet when the cold copper piece pressed against his skin, his back, arms, and cheeks erupted uncontrollably with goosebumps.

"Relax a bit."

The black-robed wizard assisting with the physical check gently consoled the young man: "——In a state of mental tension, measurements of the physical body, blood, and magic power will show deviations, affecting the final conclusion."

Without saying a word, Zheng Qing instinctively reached for a ’Calm Heart Talisman’ and slapped it on his forehead.

Like a zombie freshly out of its coffin.

Although it didn’t look good, it worked exceptionally well—the hairs on his body visibly flattened. Meanwhile, Professor Montreya once again asked him the question from the moment he entered:

"——So, how do you feel now?"

Zheng Qing closed his eyes to seriously sense his physical condition.

Then he opened his eyes in slight confusion, lifting the yellow talisman paper from his forehead, hesitating: "I don’t feel any abnormalities... could it be I’m feeling depleted, so I can’t sense it?"

Older wizards, with weakened blood and spirits, often lose control over their own bodies, often unable to detect minor physical damage. At this moment, Zheng Qing thought this was the most likely possibility he could think of.

"Don’t frighten yourself."

The elder wizard from the School Works Committee, Master Ernest, raised his hand and patted the young man’s shoulder, reassuringly: "——The conditions of the other suitable candidates vary, without significant patterns. Among all the candidates, you’re the youngest with the most vitality, so not experiencing discomfort is possible."

"From our visual observations, your condition is also very normal, with no signs of abnormal aging." Professor Montreya supplemented, his gaze burning as he looked at the young man, his emotions lacking the intense tension and unease from when he first entered, carrying an unclear and puzzling hue instead.

"I think it might not be due to being young."

Doctor Duzem suddenly spoke, looking thoughtfully at the young man’s tent: "I noticed when he entered, Zheng Qing is proficient in transformation techniques?"

Most wizards present were old veterans at the school, so many magic knowledge pieces that are secretive to ordinary wizards were common knowledge to this small circle. Thus, as soon as Old Ernest spoke, everyone realized another possible explanation.

"If that’s true, then his intuition is incredible indeed!"

Professor Charles from Alpha Academy laughed softly, stroking his grizzled beard, his gaze swiftly sweeping past the blue snake hanging from Zheng Qing’s ear: "Being able to avoid such major risks on a whim isn’t common—does your family have any renowned diviner bloodlines?"

Zheng Qing, late to catch on, finally realized what everyone was discussing.

"No, no, no, it’s not like that." He hurriedly denied, explaining softly: "I’m transforming only because there’s a certification assessment for shape-shifting wizards this weekend, so I’ve been familiarizing myself with the transformation technique..."

His voice grew smaller and smaller.

As the expressions of the surrounding wizards became increasingly bizarre, some seemed to have thought of something, yet all of them remained taciturn, while those unaware of the inside story couldn’t hide their envy. The atmosphere in dormitory 403 was peculiarly subtle.

"That’s not high intuition,"

Professor An curled his lips, breaking the subtlety, whispering a vulgar word into Zhang Yu’s ear: "——This is damn high luck... or, high fortune. More frustrating than high intuition."

Zhang Yu remained silent.

"——Initial checks show Zheng Qing’s physical condition is good, with no signs of damaged fate or depleted lifespan." The young black-robed figure that placed the patch on Zheng Qing was holding a compass-like tool, speaking quickly: "More detailed conditions will require subsequent thorough checks to confirm."

Upon hearing the words ’thorough checks.’

Zheng Qing’s gaze involuntarily fell on the freshly assembled exquisite metal recliner and the transparent glass coffin in the dormitory. Especially the coffin, each time he saw the rolling pale green liquid inside, his mouth inexplicably flooded with saliva.

"That’s a magic potion for replenishing vitality."

Noticing the young man’s gaze, Doctor Duzem eagerly explained: "It contains dragon blood, tai sui, Kabbalah leaves, and a series of rare magic potions that can be used to replenish lifespan damaged by accidents—it’s the most effective means we’ve currently conceived to address project defects... Several other wizards have already used it with great results, we brought it also just in case."

Zheng Qing nodded slightly, confirming it was indeed within the school’s responsibilities.

Yet he doubted whether this equipment was genuinely effective for the ’Giant God Warrior’ project.

Because to know, the real demanders for this project’s Northern District wizards, or rather the fringe wizard group, mostly are paupers. Actually, when he first heard the word ’lifespan depletion,’ Zheng Qing’s first thought was the Northern District wizards casting magic, connecting to the initiators of this project, he felt a peculiar sense of rationale.

"That chair then?"

"It’s a magic device that balances life sustenance and status monitoring."

It’s still Doctor Duzem who answered this question: "If you had been unconscious upon entering, or had a poor condition after preliminary checks, then for a period you’ll spend most of your time on it..."

Zheng Qing didn’t listen closely to the following words, as the nearby elder wizards seemed to be quietly but fiercely debating the cause of the Giant God Warrior’s defect, which made him involuntarily perk his ears.

"——Did the project group use sacrificial magic when constructing the experimental body?"

"No, absolutely not! We even used extra measures to block the experimental body’s original unique sense ability to kindred entities, it’s absolutely not sacrificial magic!"

"——I suspect it’s the high-dimensional body’s siphon effect on low-dimensional magic power..."

"Not right either, those experimental bodies at most can exert the power of a big wizard, according to your logic, syphoning low-level wizard magic and lifespan might be possible, but you should know, among the candidates, there’s a true big wizard! Why did his lifespan also show abnormal damage?"