The Great Demon King

Chapter 5: How Is That Called Stealing?

When Han Shuo woke up, he found himself lying on the small wooden bed in the warehouse, covered in ice cold water. In front of him, little fatty Jack had a wooden pail in one hand and was climbing onto a stool with great effort. He intended to dump the ice cold water right on top of Han Shuo.

Han Shuo was already freezing his butt off as it was a bit chilly that day. He gave a great yell as he saw Jack about to tip the pail over, "Jack, what are you doing?!"

Little fatty Jack was stepping onto a stool that had been trashed. It wasn't the sturdiest to begin with, and his legs wobbled in surprise when he heard Han Shuo's yell. His hand jerked, and all the contents of the pail came crashing down on Han Shuo's head as the pail flew and smashed into Han Shuo's chest.

"Ugh... I say Jack, are you trying to kill me?"

Han Shuo started shuddering uncontrollably after the second pail of ice cold water. Not only that, but it hurt like hell when the pail itself hit him. He immediately starting cursing loudly.

"Sorry Bryan, I thought the first pail wasn't enough to wake you up. This stool of yours was wobbly to begin with, and I was surprised when you yelled, that's why my hand slipped and I dumped the water all over you!"

Little fatty Jack was extremely apologetic and started wiping off Han Shuo's neck with a random rag that he had found on the ground.

Who knew that it would provoke a scream from Han Shuo like a pig being slaughtered? He hastily scrambled away and said, "Uh Jack, that rag in your hand is covered in bone dust that metamorphosed during necromancy experiments. It feels like little needles are prickling me, are you trying to stab me to death?"

"Ah.... sorry Bryan, I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to!"

Jack was dismayed as he quickly threw the rag far, far away. He was thankful that there was no bone dust on the side that he had been holding.

"Achoo... Achoo... ah forget it. Jack why am I here? Didn't I get hit by Lisa's Agony of the Soul because that dickhead Bach used me as a scapegoat?"

His neck breaking out in red patches, Han Shuo kept sneezing as he rushed to peel off his sopping wet clothes. He quickly groped for the black towel that Bryan used and dried himself off.

"Bryan, you have so many scars over your body!"

Han Shuo took a good look at his new body, for the first time, upon hearing Jack's words. There wasn't a single inch of unmarked skin on his body as far as his eyes could see. He heaved an inward sigh and once again felt pity for Bryan's circumstances.

"Scars are a man's memories and medals of honor, what the hell do you know about them. Hurry and tell me, what happened after I fainted?"

"Classes happened to start after you passed out from the Agony of the Soul. Lisa said a few words and ran off to class. I yelled for Uncle Saru and the two of us carried you back!"

"So Uncle Saru had been by... Oh yes, what did Lisa say before she left?"

Han Shuo nodded as he continued to wipe himself off. Uncle Saru was the necromancy major's oldest errand runner, he was fifty some years old and quite kind to Bryan and Jack. When Bryan had arrived at the academy, Saru had already been an errand runner for more than ten years.

"Lisa said it was too bad for you. If the Agony of the Soul had landed on Bach, he would have been fine after suffering for three days since he's a magic apprentice. But you're not a necromancy student and have no mental strength at all. You'll probably suffer for a month. She said you bothered her when she was sleeping last night, and hurt her foot because you put rocks in your pants, so she won't dismiss the Agony of the Soul!"