I'm a villain, not a devil

In the center of the entire area, dozens of humanoid monsters about four meters high were sticking together in weird postures.

They look like a combination of bugs and humans. Their left and right hands are holding each other in a weird posture with the same kind around them. If you look closer, you can see that the shoulders and heads of each monster are entangled together.

Latiya took a deep breath and walked to a small house near the ground.

Inside was a simple living room. She took off her clothes and put on a set of robes belonging to the dean.

With a blushing face, she looked at some water-stained underwear and walked out of the room stiffly.

There are various dormant warehouses everywhere here, filled with thick yellow-white nutrient solution, making it difficult to see what is inside.

Latiya walked quickly. She came to several sleep chambers and pressed a few buttons.

Looking at the data displayed on the electronic screen, she frowned.

Nothing strange...

Why am I in this situation...

Thinking in her mind, she walked to the center of the underground cave.

There is a huge white coffin there, which is the strongest person in the [Academy].

Latiya did not dare to look into it. She put on a pair of special glasses, which only allowed her to look directly at the white coffin.

"Everything I do is for [the academy]...Teacher, please stop struggling."

After a brief silence, a shrill roar came from inside the coffin, as if dozens of people were suffering at the same time.

"Latiya... how dare you!"

There was no change in Latiya's expression, and there was only calm indifference in her eyes.

"Teacher, this is what you have taught me... I hope you can give up all struggles and contribute your final strength to the [college]."

The voice in the coffin became more and more angry: "While I'm seriously injured...tell me if you planned all of this together with [Golden Ghost]!"

Latiya frowned: "Teacher, I was cultivated by you. My loyalty to [Academy] will never change. Please take back this sentence. This will make me a little sad."

"Sad?!" the coffin man screamed, "An artificially cultivated product with no personality and no past, you shouldn't have any emotions! As long as you are loyal to me, that's enough!"

Latiya shook her head: "Teacher, at this time, you should not rebuke me. On the contrary, you should show enough tolerance and attention to me. I may regret it or let you go."

"Unfortunately--"

Her eyes became increasingly cold.

"I know you can't do this."

As she spoke, she pushed the rocker on the machine next to her.

The dozens of insect-like monsters hanging above the center of the cave began to tremble violently.

The person in the coffin could no longer speak, and the inhuman roar of pain echoed throughout the cave.

Latiya's expression did not change at all, and she looked at this scene indifferently.

"Teacher, I know you can't do this, just like I can't do it. I realized many times afterwards that what I did was not correct, but I still ignored other people's feelings, and I finally Understand that defects will not be filled, we are all the same, defective products.”

"So, please contribute your final strength, give me your things, and spread your power to the entire Paradise City."

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In the bedroom, Sean opened his eyes.

What he gained in the Hall of Thought this time was pretty good, but Latiya's appearance made him a little surprised.

"It's strange... Her loyalty to [College] is almost engraved in her instincts. This is an obvious sign of cultivation, but can Crimson also be cultivated... Forget it, let her go back and think about it for herself, even if the dean finds out. It doesn’t matter, what does the Hall of Thought have to do with me, Sean?”

After muttering to himself for a while, Sean felt the condition of his body.

Sure enough, after returning to reality, the pollution in his body disappeared.

"However, speaking of it, it was the pollution caused by me seeing the Crimson Powerful Man. It was not born in the body. But after it was cleared, the small statue left in the hall was my own appearance... The projection only followed the Is it the main thing?"

Thinking about what he found in the Hall of Thought, Sean changed his clothes.

Suddenly, heavy and rapid footsteps sounded outside the house.

"Open the door, brother!" Sherrill shouted.

Sean walked over and lazily opened the door, cursing rudely: "What are you making such a fuss about? If I'm doing something I love to do at this time, shouldn't I be scared to death by your loud voice?"

Sherrill squeezed into the house with agility that was not suitable for his huge body. The temporary residence had not been specially modified, and his three-meter-tall figure could only bow his head and bend down in the house.

Seeing that Sean was looking at him and still hadn't closed the door, he quickly stretched out a finger to push the door open.

Not long after, there was a burst of rapid footsteps outside the house.

Sherrill quickly made a 'shh' gesture to Sean and nervously put his ear against the crack of the door.

After a slight noise, the voice faded away.

Sherrill breathed a sigh of relief. He sat down on the floor and said thankfully: "Fortunately, they didn't betray me."

Sean looked at Sherrill with a puzzled look on his face. This big guy was usually a slow and honest boy, but today he was incredibly flexible and active.

Noticing Sean's gaze, Cheryl even had time to continue the conversation.

He smiled honestly: "It's okay, big brother, after you shrink your vagina, you still have a lot of length outside."

"Rude!" Sean glared at him and wondered, "Didn't I ask you to consolidate the forces? Are you done with today's work?"

Sherrill sighed heavily, looking over with resentment in his eyes: "Brother, don't you know what you did?"

"What did I do?" Sean thought subconsciously, and then suddenly realized, "She came to find you?"

Sherrill looked aggrieved like an eight-hundred-pound child: "Brother, it's immoral to betray your brother. You can't use me as a bargaining chip while I'm recovering."

Sean burst out laughing: "Didn't you say you were willing to die for me? How long has it been since you couldn't hold it anymore?"

"I have died for you so many times, but this..." Sherrill sighed sadly and helplessly, "Sadness is going to turn into a river, and I really can't stand it."

Sean sneered: "You fucking peeked into Jiajia's diary, right?"

"I didn't peek, Moza told me - too?"

"I was the first one to peek - don't use such words with me in the future, your height of three meters is not suitable for you."

Sherrill frowned in a rare way. He raised his hand, and most of his fingernails, which were about half the size of an egg, were painted purple-red.

"Brother, it's been a long time since I begged you. Just ask her to let me go."