Cyrus approached the wall and realized there were seats in front of the wall.
He took a seat and really examined the wall. Indeed it seemed like it was probably done by a person out of his mind.
There were colors randomly painted all over the walls, yet he could sense there was something profound about it.
As he studied the wall closely, he suddenly realized that the wall was painted not with paint but with bodily fluids or body matter. Every color came from that person’s body and was directly drawn or painted on the wall.
With his second rune ability extracting knowledge from the wall, he found his mind filled with illogical yet profound truths.
As the repository of Mimir and his considerable godly knowledge as Loki, and the knowledge of the 3 pantheons, he was already able to process pure knowledge and arcane truths.
As a God who mastered so much magical knowledge, he underrstood that the path of dark magic and light magic were not separate and contradictory paths.
This was the reason the Asgardians called him the God of Evil, as he didn't differentiate between them.
In fact none of the magics that supposedly clashed were distinct, rather they could be united in a more powerful form.
Life, death, oblivion these were all concepts that bound the mind. Once free, one would be able to transcend everything.
With the knowledge represented on the wall, he realized the difference between magic that he knew and the magics here.
By the second day, he had drawn a enormous rune in the air, based on his understanding and comparing it with the knowledge on the wall. The large rune suddenly shrank and was engraved on his chest.
This rune was his anti-magic rune that negates all magic and powers in this realm, except his own using his runes.
Just as he finished, two elders walked in to escort him out.
His two days had passed.
He thanked the guardians and headed back to his factory. As he arrived, he found the factory running like a well oiled machine as the slaves worked tirelessly. However, Theresa wasn’t there.
He walked casually over to her dorm room and knocked. However, as he entered, he found she wasn’t there either.
He frowned and looked for her in the cafeteria and asked around if anyone saw her. No one did. He asked Miranda and Professor Durnham, but both didn’t have any answers.
Finally he asked Professor Durnham where was Dalmier’s dorm room. He found that he had his own area too in the other side of the academy.
Cyrus turned around and started running towards the direction of Dalmier’s room.
As he arrived, he found that the door was locked. He knocked but there was no answer.
Without hesitation he smashed the door down with a kick and walked in. What he saw caused his heart to drop.
Dalmier was standing up and fucking a decapitated body that looked like Theresa’s body. The breasts were a match for hers as were the arms and legs that were perfectly like hers.
There were internal organs all over the floor and as he was fucking her, he was throwing ingredients into her hollowed out cavity at the neck.
Finally he saw her head on the floor. Her eyes were open and her mouth was dripping with cum.
Cum was flowing out of her neck as well, mixed with blood.
“You…… scum!!” yelled Cyrus as he approached Dalmier.
“You see! My cauldron is superior than yours! See? See?” Dalmier madly said as he pulled out 5 pills from her body.
Cyrus waved his left hand and a red seal rushed out and cut off Dalmier’s cock that was still balls deep inside Theresa’s pussy.
He screamed as he stumbled backwards, Theresa’s body fell lifeless to the floor.
Cyrus looked at Dalmier who was screaming in pain touching his groin where his penis used to be.
“NO!” yelled Professor Durnham who appeared just as Cyrus cut of Dalmier’s head with the red seal. His head flew off and just as it was about to drop to the floor, Cyrus kicked it to the far side of the room as the rest of Dalmier’s body slumped next to Theresa’s body.
“What have you done? Do you know who he was? Dalmier was the heir to the Darstrong Wizard family. They are one of the main supporters of the school!” yelled Durnham.
“What about Theresa then?” yelled Cyrus back at him
“The school had originally already prepared for Theresa to be sacrificed. She was already a cauldron and is owned by the school. We had already compensated her parents!” yelled Durnham.
By now Miranda and several other teachers had arrived as well.
Cyrus ignored them and collected Theresa’s body, her head and all the organs and flesh that was from her body and kept them in a spatial ring that he was wearing. He claimed Theresa's spatial ring as well that Dalmier was now wearing.
“Hey! I said that the human cauldron was the property of the school!” yelled Durnham again.
“You want a human cauldron? Here’s your cauldron!” answered Cyrus.
He activated his red seal from his left hand which bore into Dalmier’s body and drilled a cavity through the neck, mashing his internal organs to smithereens. Then the red seal exited and cut a large hole through the groin where his penis used to be, creating a bloody vagina.
“You! You will die for this” said one of the teachers who attacked Cyrus with a death curse.
Cyrus lifted his right hand and deflected the curse easily. He lifted his left hand and absorbed his lifeforce, causing that teacher to pass out.
Several other teachers floated into the air and they surrounded him in a semi-circle. They attacked with all their might as official mages with intent to kill. Powerful energies as well as spells were fired at Cyrus, Miranda stood at the side not being able to save him.
A rune flew out of his chest and expanded to form an transparent rune in the air in front of him. Instantly, all the teacher's spells dissipated. They found that hey could not even cast any new spells, making them mortal.
Cyrus released his incredible killing aura that washed over all the teachers, causing them all to shit their pants and pass out with foam from their mouths from pure fear.
He walked pass them calmly and smiled to Miranda who stood next to the door stunned. How did such a young boy have such a killing aura? To have such an aura you would literally have to have killed gods and multiple worlds.
She knew that Cyrus spared her, but even then, just being there, she could feel the fear from all the other teachers who were high level 1 mages, some were even level 2.
“I have to leave” Cyrus said as he smiled at Miranda.
“I want to come too” she said in her mind
“No, you are my eyes and ears here. When things have calmed down, I will come back for you” he said.
"Then take this" she said as she handed him a note and a map.
He nodded and left her standing by the door.
She took the teachers to the infirmary, knowing that their souls were badly wounded by his killing intent. Although they were fine physically, their spirits had been attacked by such fear that it would take months for them to recover, if at all they could recover their bravery.
The other teachers still looked all over for him, but he was gone. His factory suddenly stopped working as the living cauldrons suddenly stopped functioning.
When the school tried to use the same slaves as living cauldrons, all they retrieved were piss even though the living cauldrons were fed the proper raw materials.
Miranda reclaimed back all her slaves since they were no longer useful as living cauldrons.
As for Dalmier’s body, surprisingly his body could be used to create pills as a human cauldron. However, they had to return his body to the Darstrong family.
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