Otaku Translation: The villain only wants to live a Buddhist life c15

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Chapter 15: Dark Demon's Pride Was Already Exposed

Dark glanced at the magic brain dropper in One-Eyed Morgan's hand and frowned, "Why does this magic brain dropper look so sickly?"

One-Eyed Morgan casually replied, "It's been sitting around for a while, so it’s like this."

Then he added, "You couldn't afford a good one anyway."

Such a foul mouth! Dark thought to himself.

However, after a month of training, he was no longer easily angered by such small matters.

"Let me take a look." He said.

One-Eyed Morgan handed the magic brain dropper over.

Dark grabbed it by the sides of its neck and pulled it close to examine it carefully.

The magic brain dropper's brain had aged. It didn’t just look like it had been sitting around for a while—it seemed far worse.

Dark had studied this tool before.

A magic brain dropper was a living thing. While its intelligence level was only 0.1, comparable to a paramecium, it still underwent life stages—birth, aging, illness, and death.

The normal lifespan of a magic brain dropper was ten years. In other words, this one might not have much longer to live!

He couldn't help but ask, "How long has it been alive?"

Only then did One-Eyed Morgan give Dark a serious look and, surprisingly, responded with a precise number, "Eight years and six months."

"Only about a year left? That's still somewhat acceptable."

Dark pondered for a moment before looking up, "Name your price."

One-Eyed Morgan grinned, "A generous offer—1000 credits."

In reality, an alchemical tool like a magic brain dropper, even with only a year of life left, would cost far more than just 1000 credits!

One-Eyed Morgan had only named that price to prove that Dark couldn't afford it!

In other words, he was just trying to mess with him!

But Dark didn’t realize this and thought it was a normal price. He even tried to haggle a bit.

Seeing that One-Eyed Morgan wouldn’t budge, Dark finally relented, "Fine, 1000 it is. Pack it up."

One-Eyed Morgan then became suspicious, "Pay first."

Dark reached for his sorting card and looked at him.

After some hesitation, One-Eyed Morgan pulled out the special merchant card Saint Marian Academy provided for merchants.

Dark placed his sorting card on top of the merchant card, and with just a thought, he transferred 1000 credits from his card to Morgan's.

One-Eyed Morgan picked up his merchant card and scrutinized it, his gaze growing increasingly puzzled.

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t figure out how a freshman who had been in school for less than a month had managed to accumulate 1000 credits.

But the deal was done—1000 credits it was.

He had no intention of backing out.

He then grabbed an empty bottle from his cabinet and filled it with water. After placing the magic brain dropper inside and screwing on the cap, he handed it to Dark.

"Here you go."

Dark blinked, took the bottle, and turned to leave.

But just as he reached the door, One-Eyed Morgan’s voice called out behind him.

"Wait, what's your name?"

"Dark Demon."

…

For Dark, 1000 credits was no small sum.

From the moment he planned to visit Traveller Street to buy necessary items, he had been intentionally saving credits.

In his first year, earning credits was incredibly easy for him.

Not even the new students of Magister House could take a single credit from him!

His only real competitor was Emma Mortis.

Every time the professors asked a question, Emma would rush to answer first.

Dark found it annoying and changed his approach, opting to earn extra credits by helping professors "grade homework."

Especially in arithmetic, where Professor Lily practically gave him the podium.

So in just his first month, Dark had earned a total of 1200 credits!

Even Emma, who also had a lot of credits, couldn’t compare.

After spending 1000, Dark still had 200 credits left, which he used to buy a basic set of experimental tools from a corner shop.

And with that, his trip to Traveller Street was over.

…

At 3 p.m.

While most freshmen were still exploring Traveller Street, Dark had already returned to his dorm.

He had to learn how to properly use the magic brain dropper before the weekend ended.

Before this, he had already borrowed related books from the library and had been studying for a while.

The Magic Brain Dropper User's Guide, tucked away on the 23rd shelf, detailed almost every method for using the magic brain dropper.

It covered not only how to extract specific memories but also how to stir emotions to make them easier to absorb.

Using a magic brain dropper was a very dangerous task, requiring both advanced magic energy control skills and a solid base of knowledge.

One mistake could permanently extract part of a memory, causing amnesia!

There was even a historical case of a very unlucky magister who accidentally extracted the emotion "sorrow" from themselves, and from then on, could never feel sadness again.

The safest and simplest method was called the "Dragonfly Touching Water Method."

Simply put, it involved placing the nozzle of the magic brain dropper against one's temple and gently squeezing the magic brain (which replaced the rubber bulb), allowing naturally overflowing emotions and desires to be absorbed into the magic brain.

As long as there was no deep interaction with the person's mind, the danger would be minimal.

This was the method Dark intended to use.

It was probably the only method he could use at the moment.

He laid the other prepared instruments on the bedside table, lay down on the bed, and, following the book's instructions, calmed his mind.

After his breathing was steady, he could focus on stimulating a particular emotion or desire in his brain.

But he skipped that step.

Instead, he picked up the magic brain dropper, pressed the nozzle to his temple, squeezed the brain lightly, and then released.

A thin black thread was drawn from his brain!

"As expected, I don’t even need to focus to stimulate my emotions—my [Pride] has long been leaking out."

Dark thought silently, unsure whether he should feel happy or not.

At the very least, he certainly couldn’t feel angry.

"System, display the indicators."

A moment later.

Seven indicators appeared in Dark's vision.

[Pride: 112]

[Envy: 44]

[Wrath: 96]

[Sloth: 60]

[Greed: 82]

[Gluttony: 58]

[Lust: 90]

Pride stood out above the rest!

As more and more black threads were drawn out, [Pride] finally dropped from 112 to 111!

"Screeeech—"

The magic brain dropper suddenly let out a sharp cry!

Dark quickly stopped pressing it.

He had read in the book that the magic brain dropper's cry meant its brain was full.

"In other words, it can just barely hold one point of [Pride]."

Carefully, he sat up, got out of bed, and approached the bedside table. He took a blank magic card that was half-finished.

These blank magic cards required a very high level of craftsmanship to make, almost like intricate carvings, so they were extremely time-consuming to produce.

That’s why most magisters chose to buy them directly from stores.

A blank magic card on Traveller Street cost 10 credits.

By market rates, it was expensive.

But this price difference had attracted more traveling merchants to settle on Traveller Street.

Dark had only bought five blank magic cards.

He placed the nozzle of the magic brain dropper against the blank card and, despite its screeching, squeezed the brain hard!

"Screeeech!"

The Pride stored in the brain was sprayed onto the blank card!

The once pure white card was suddenly stained with a dark golden ink-like substance, which began to spread across the surface!