High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 592 - 261: 3 Rules_1

Chapter 592: Chapter 261: 3 Rules_1

"Bad luck."

Zhang Ji Xin, standing on the outer edge of the defensive formation, spat furiously.

"There’s worse." Zheng Qing sighed, adding, "Because it’s just a novice race, the school’s set procedure isn’t that strict... I am referring to the name list."

He sullenly glanced at the name list placed on the president’s table.

The rest of the absolution team almost immediately figured it out.

In a regular hunting contest, each hunting team is separately inspected before the contest, and from the pre-contest check, the hunters only use ’aliases’ to refer to each other, to avoid secretive magic curses.

But for a race where the entertainment aspect outweighs the competitive aspect, the novice race is very lax in this matter.

All the hunters are crowded in this small hall, a list with everyone’s names is casually held and read aloud by a few veterans. If this were on an ordinary day, no one would care about this detail. But after today’s unexpected accident, that name list has obviously become the ’Achilles’ Heel’ of all the hunters in the small hall.

Now, that ’unblessed heel’ is swaying under Puppet Man’s pointed nose, causing unease to anyone who looks at it.

Luckily, the puppet, as the host, is still indulging in the various noises emitted by others attacking the gate, beating rhythmically in ecstasy, his long slender arms trembling like they are having a fit, as if he’s conducting a grand symphony orchestra.

The explosion of talismans is the drumbeat, the shriek of the spells is the piccolo, and the trembling clash of swords adds to the sound of triangle combos and violin crossings! Mixed in between are the cries and screams of young male and female wizards - even the best performers in a real opera wouldn’t exert themselves this much.

The Puppet Man whirls from one end of the president’s table to the other, completely absorbed in his musical world, regardless of the noise made below.

The young wizards’ ’riot’ lasted for a good half an hour, until everyone trying to rush out realized they were powerless against the faint red light membrane, finally giving up in despair, the riot gradually subsided.

On the president’s table, the puppet beating rhythmically finally slowed down, his body shivering at the sound of the last talisman exploding, he trembled, putting an end to his conducting career.

"Cry! Laugh! Make a scene!"

The Puppet Man spread his arms and chanted in an exaggerated recitative:

"Fight!"

"Struggle!"

"Despair!"

"Feel each other’s existence in the blood, seek the meaning of existence in death."

"This is you! A brood of amoebic offspring!"

"And I!"

"The great Night • Illusion of Shadow • Puppeteer • Puppet Highness!"

"Will help you single-celled creatures understand the true essence of life in the hunting ground!!"

There was silence under the president’s table.

This time, everyone was not curious, but silent in fear.

The Puppet Man on the president’s table suddenly bent over and turned around, covering his ears and whispering to the back: "How did I do? Is it infectious? I thought about this speech all night, and only finished it 10 minutes ago amidst those little guys’ screams..."

"Your Highness! You were absolutely brilliant!!"

"Heart-wrenching, revealing the truth of the universe!"

"Touching, thought-provoking!!"

"We cannot describe the strong infectiousness in your words!"

From the shadows behind the Puppet Man, a jumble of incredibly flattering praises arose, making the young wizards below want to vomit.

However, the puppet man on the president’s table seemed to like these compliments, and he even took his head off again, bowing exaggeratedly in every direction as if he had just finished a grand opera performance.

"Thank you! Thank you very much! I will keep working hard!!" The Puppet Man bowed deeply, his high-hatted head spinning around on his finger, loudly thanking with a humming voice: "Thank you for your applause!! Thank you for your enduring! applause!!"

The last few words were said very forcefully, even giving a feeling of gnashing teeth.

A few sounds of vigorous clapping reportedly came from the shadows behind the president’s table.

The Puppet Man continued bowing his head to the young wizards below, not moving for a long while.

After some time.

Zheng Qing hesitated, then lightly clapped his hands.

"Thank you!!" The Puppet Man immediately shouted thanks.

Zheng Qing sighed, nudging the doctor next to him.

Xiao Xiao tucked his notebook under his arm, and clapped with a blank expression.

Soon, under their influence, there was a round of heated yet weary applause in the hall.

The Puppet Man finally put his head back on his neck, stood straight up, and adjusted his hat brim:

"Politeness, always more important than people think."

He pulled out a neatly folded white silk handkerchief from his front pocket, pretentiously wiping the corner of his eyes, and sighed, speaking those words.

"As a response to your warm applause, I announce the second rule of the hunting contest."

"RULE, NO.2, the biggest rule when hunting is that there are no rules!"

"In my hunting ground, you don’t need to consider things like the ’108 Rules of Hunting’ or the ’Wizards Alliance Monster Hunting Committee Regarding Certain Explanations on Hunting Rules’, nor do you need to care about such cumbersome words as friendship, face, honor, let alone pay attention to boring numbers like casualty rates and death tolls!"

"Don’t consider these matters at all... do you really think I would deduct points from you for these ridiculous reasons?!"

The Puppet Man laughed sharply, waving his arms forcefully, loudly denying:

"No! Of course not!!"

"I absolutely would not deduct points from a team captain for twisting off the head of a disobedient team member!"

"And would absolutely not deduct points from a hunting team for poisoning a river!"

"I also would not deduct points from two hunting teams for fighting until only one person is left standing!"

"You absolutely don’t need to pay attention to those backward, ridiculous, strange precautions..."

"The only thing you need to pay attention to is how to achieve the final victory... to get that only chance to survive."

"Yes, the only chance to survive."

"This is the third rule in my hunting ground ...RULE, NO. 3, only the victor may leave my hunting ground!"

"Death? It’s necessary!"

"Only blood can awaken you confused little minds!"

"If no one dies, are you all to leave alive? If all of you live, who will irrigate our barren, nutrient-deficient hunting ground? Who will feed our adorable, starving Secret Garden Elf?!"

As if to answer his question, an old and greedy voice came from the high silk hat on the Puppet Man, "I’m so hungry..."