King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 830 - 830 818 The Curse of Muria

Chapter 830: Chapter 818: The Curse of Muria Chapter 830: Chapter 818: The Curse of Muria “Distant Scroll Dragon, what is your name?” Muria looked at the Giant Dragon in front of him, whose expression was calm.

“Helmut Gutierrez.”

“Are you interested in becoming a professor at the academy?” Muria didn’t beat around the bush and directly asked. He had already noticed that after visiting the Dragon Clan Academy, teaching was what this dragon did most. Clearly, this was a Scroll Dragon who enjoyed being an instructor.

“Hmm!” The composed Scroll Dragon was momentarily taken aback by Muria’s question, but then he quickly recovered and nodded affirmatively, “Interested!”

“Well then, from now on, you are a Professor in the Department of Curse Magic at our Dragon Clan Academy.” Muria raised his hand and drafted a contract on a Crystal Stone Tablet, then placed it in front of the Scroll Dragon.

“Are you so sure that I will agree to this contract?”

“Of course, your actions previously have already shown that you’re very keen on becoming a teacher at our academy.”

“But, is this why you’re offering me a base salary of ten Elemental Crystals a month?” The Scroll Dragon Gutierrez glanced at the contract in front of him.

“Do you find it too low?”

“As far as I know, the ancient dragons serving as professors at this academy receive a monthly salary of a hundred Elemental Crystals. Given that, why do you offer me only one-tenth of what they receive? Do you think I am worth only one-tenth of their value?”

“Certainly not. As a Scroll Dragon, I believe your reserve of knowledge definitely exceeds that of ordinary ancient dragons. I naturally desire highly for you to join our faculty.

Although I don’t know you well, I understand your kind. You are a dragon that thirsts for knowledge, so I have a very good reason to reduce your salary.”

“What reason?” Scroll Dragon Helmut Gutierrez looked at Muria, the one trying to exploit him.

“I can tell you in advance that the Dragon Clan Library will be expanding soon, and its collection of Books will exceed a hundred million.”

“Where are all these books coming from?”

“Not long ago, five Dragon Kings promised to donate some books to the academy. So, don’t doubt what I say. Because our Dragon Clan Library suddenly has many more books, including many not suitable for young dragons to read, I plan to implement a classification system for library access privileges.

Generally, it will be divided into twelve levels according to the twelve major age groups of the Dragon Race. But because dragons differ from one another, we will add one more level on top of these twelve.”

“Ordinary dragon students can at most obtain sixth-level access to the books. Ancient Dragon Professors can get to the tenth level. If you were an ancient dragon, you would have the eleventh level, but considering that you are a Scroll Dragon who thirsts for knowledge and have chosen to stay voluntarily to impart knowledge, I’ve decided to raise your access level by one, granting you twelfth-level access, second only to myself. As a trade-off, however, your monthly salary would need to be reduced. Do you still have any doubts?”

“Yes.”

“What is it?”

“If I forego all remuneration, can I have access to all the books in the library?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“That is one of my privileges as the Dean, only I can have thirteenth-level access, other dragons are not eligible.”

“What is the difference between twelfth-level and thirteenth-level access?”

“I haven’t decided yet. But there is definitely a difference. For example, as someone with thirteenth-level access, I can decide what books you, with twelfth-level access, can read.”

“What if I refuse to sign this contract?”

“Since you’re not going to be a teacher, and your age doesn’t fit to be a student, you would then be considered an irrelevant dragon. Don’t disrupt the normal order of teaching, leave immediately. If you don’t heed the warning, I will not hesitate to use force.”

Muria looked at the refined Scroll Dragon opposite him. He needed to understand the importance of increasing revenue and curbing expenditure; although the loan he owed to the Deep Blue Commerce Association had been paid off, he was still struggling to make ends meet. This was because he was cultivating five million Shadow Giants he had just taken under his command, and equipping them with weapons alone was a massive, bottomless pit for gold.

“So regarding the salary, that’s all there is. Are you signing or not? If not, please leave.”

“I’ll sign,” the Scroll Dragon gritted his teeth.

Muria smiled as he watched the Scroll Dragon sign the contract with a disgruntled expression and then held out his hand, “Welcome to the Dragon Clan Academy.”

“Hmm.” The Scroll Dragon shook Muria’s hand with cool detachment, “I would like to ask, does the academy still need teachers?”

“Of course we need it; the Dragon Clan Academy will continue to expand, and as the future brings more dragon students, we naturally need more teachers.”

“I also know a few Scroll Dragons…”

“You just call them; I will never complain about having too many,” Muria waved his hand grandly.

“Understood, what about the salary?”

“The same as yours, ten Elemental Crystals per month, and on top of the authority your strength should command, an additional level of reading permission,” Muria said with a smile.

“You’re just like that kind of human businessman who would do anything for profit,” Scroll Dragon Gutierrez stared at Muria and said.

“Cough, I’m just controlling costs, after all this so-called salary actually isn’t of much use to you anymore. At most, it’s a collectible for your viewing pleasure.”

“Hmm, I’m going to invite my friends now.”

“Of course.” Muria watched the departing Scroll Dragon with an amused look in his eyes, “Such a clever descendant, learning to make plans for his progenitor.”

He had long since sensed the identity of this Scroll Dragon; he was not an ordinary Scroll Dragon but a direct descendant of the Dragon King. Clearly, his ancestor was not in this world, hence his absence from the alliance of the three races’ epics.

But this descendant knew precisely that, and thus came to the Dragon Clan Academy. After seeing that the other five Dragon Kings intended to get involved with the Academy, he also made a move on behalf of his progenitor.

“The influence of the sixth Dragon King is quite interesting,” Muria mused, “It seems the Academy will become very lively in the future. However, if anyone dares to disrupt the order of teaching, they can’t blame me for being rude. I don’t care if you’re a descendant of a Dragon King; in any case, you’re not stronger than me.”

…

“Our Mourner Society’s club activities will now commence. Everyone is free to start cursing.”

The Adolescent Dragon, Little Silver Dragon Rufei, stood in a dark chamber with a solemn expression. She had transformed from a young dragon into an adolescent dragon, and with time passing, her size had tripled compared to when she first enrolled. But her strength had increased by more than thirty times since then.

Under the guidance of Professor Gu Long, her power had far surpassed that of ordinary dragons her age living outdoors. Moreover, her specialized magic, which should have been focused on Frost Magic, had now shifted to Curse Magic due to an encounter in the Library when she was younger.

Not only that, after becoming an upperclassman dragon, she founded a club themed around studying curses, under the name of the Mourner.

However, a club founded under such a name was, as one might expect, not very popular within the Dragon Clan Academy. For a long time, the Mourner Society had only Rufei, a solitary dragon—quite a pitiful sight.

But, after an enlightening chat with the spirit of the Book of Mourning, Little Silver Dragon Rufei learned an important piece of information, leading to a bold idea. After putting this bold idea into practice, the number of dragons joining the Mourner Society surged dramatically to its present size.

Following Club Leader Rufei’s command, the many dragons within the shadowy chamber immediately began their daily practice of cursing, with their curses directed at a statue on the wall, which was the primary reason they joined the Mourner Society.

“Assigning so much homework every day, I have to do it till dawn, I curse your hands to cramp.”

“Meditating day in and day out, I want to sleep, sleep, I curse you to get a toothache every time you drink cold water.”

“So many classes every day, with only three days of rest a month, I curse you to stumble while walking.”

… Hearing the strong resentment from their senior dragons, a few juvenile dragons who had just joined the Mourner Society huddled together, shivering in fear.

“Hiss, it truly deserves its reputation as the forbidden club with far-reaching infamy in the academy; these guys are really cursing the Dean,” a young dragon who had just joined the Mourner Society gasped in amazement upon seeing the grand statue before them.

“Aren’t they afraid the principal will find out and punish them?”

“Are you dumb? If the Mourner Society has grown to this size, claiming that the Professors Gu Long don’t know about it would be fooling idiots. and if the professors know, then surely Dean Muria also knows.”

“If so, how can such a club continue to exist?”

“Just listen to what these guys are cursing?”

A little Yellow Bronze Dragon listened closely to the curses from the club members around, and then silently voiced his judgment, “What kind of curses are these? Choking while eating, tripping while walking, coughing while drinking water… They’re just harmless little curses.”

“These are all cowards.”

“But they’re really casting curses!” Despite it sounding like mere mumbling, when these dragons cast their spells, a sinister ominous spirit light indeed rose up. What seemed like joking complaints were actual curses, each successfully cast.