Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires

Zaroth stretched his body happily as he exited the room.

Glancing around, he saw that a lot of the students had worried expressions on their faces.

'Thankfully, I don't need to worry about the result now,' Zaroth thought as he sat on a chair, waiting for Zack to show himself.

After a few minutes, he saw Zack exit the room with a smile.

"Well?" Zaroth asked, already able to guess what Zack was going to say.

"Roran and Lily are the best!" Zack praised as his white eyes seemed to light up even more.

"Agreed. We really got lucky with this one," Zaroth commented as he began walking.

"Well, I take it there's no point in waiting for the results, right?"

Zack, sensing what Zaroth was hinting at, couldn't help but chuckle.

"I'm messaging Roran and Lily—we are getting hammered tonight!"

*****

Elysia sighed as she took a sip of her coffee and shifted her gaze to the students' tests.

She had made the decision to review the answers herself, as it was bizarre that Class-A had so many people fail the test the first time around.

"It's almost like someone deliberately wants to stunt the students' growth…" Elysia muttered as she picked up the first test.

"Let's see now."

The questions weren't really that hard—well, that was only true if someone from the academy looked at them. Truthfully, most people wouldn't be able to answer these questions unless they had studied the material beforehand or listened to the professor during the lectures.

Though, she doubted that so many students simply refused to listen to the professor.

The more likely situation was that the professor was simply not suited to teach here.

Even if that sounded harsh to anyone else, Elysia secretly hoped that a lot of the students would fail again.

Usually, failing the same test twice would result in expulsion, but if more than 30% of the class failed, then it wouldn't be a stretch to say the professor was at fault.

Elysia couldn't help but smile darkly.

"Ah… you shouldn't have made it so obvious that you were trying to stunt the students' growth, Draconis. Now there will be no way for you to stop me."

Her plan was simple yet effective, she would prove that the man Draconis had sent was incompetent, and then she would put another teacher in the class. This one, though, would be under her control and not the Emperor's.

After this, Elysia would announce that no one would be expelled, as evidence would be found that the students' teacher hadn't been suited for the role. The students would be excused from taking the first test entirely, while those who had managed to pass despite the poor teaching would be rewarded accordingly.

Elysia quickly checked the test sheets of the students. There were around forty tests, each with thirty questions. Yet, she didn't even spend a minute grading each one—this was how fast she worked.

Her movements were swift and appeared like a blur to anyone watching from the side.

Suddenly, as her gaze fell upon a particular test, she stopped and scanned its contents carefully.

"Zaroth…" she muttered under her breath.

Would he be able to pass the test this time, or would he fail again?

Elysia, even though she didn't want to admit it, had a certain image of Zaroth. He was someone who didn't hesitate to act and had a strong will, which was to be expected of someone who could command a dragon—a mythical creature—without going completely insane.

"Or has he always been insane?" she chuckled slightly at the thought as she scanned the answers he had written.

"This is a bit surprising," she admitted as she checked the answers one by one.

All of the closed-ended questions, where students had to choose between four answers, were correct. But what fascinated her the most were the open-ended questions—the ones where students had to write their thoughts on certain matters.

On some of these, there wasn't a perfectly correct answer, as it was left to the teacher correcting the test to interpret. For instance,

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Question 21:

You find yourself in a burning building. If you sacrifice your life, you will be able to save only one person, your father or your mother. Who would you choose and why?

Answer:

Myself, as both of them are already dead. But even if they weren't, I would still choose to run to safety, as I know there would be no greater pain for them than knowing their son had sacrificed his life just to save theirs. Anyone who tries to act high and mighty is a fool who doesn't understand how parents think.

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Or this one,

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Question 25:

What would you rather choose, to live for the honor of your god or for your motherland?

Answer:

I would live for my own sake and for those that matter to me. I don't care for strangers, no matter if their status is that of peasants or gods themselves.

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Elysia couldn't help but smile a little. These questions were put in place to test the critical thinking skills of the students, and Zaroth had displayed intellect of the highest variety.

Why was that? someone might ask. The answer was simple, most people, when faced with such questions, would start thinking about the 'best' choice. Rarely, like Zaroth, would someone answer in a way that wasn't listed as a possibility.

And for some reason, the maniac had drawn a smiley face at the corner of the test with the text below it,

'I pass, right?'

"Yes, yes you do," Elysia muttered as she continued correcting the test.

She took a very careful look at another test—one that belonged to Zack. It seemed he and Zaroth thought in a similar manner, as he also passed.

By the end, thirty out of the forty students had failed the exam.

"This is more than enough," Elysia spoke with a dark smile as she got up.

It was time to speak with the Emperor.

*****

With each step she took, the path echoed, and the air around her seemed to tremble under her presence.

Despite being beautiful beyond belief, no pedestrians dared to lay their gazes on her. They weren't that foolish—they didn't need to look at her to feel her terrifying strength.

There was a reason why Elysia was often regarded as the incarnation of death.

Arriving at the gates of the large castle, the guards tensed as they opened them.

There was no need for words or identification—they knew who she was and knew that if she wanted to, she could enter without anyone having the strength to stand against her.

Elysia didn't slow her steps as she quickly traversed the castle and stopped before a large door made of the highest-quality wood available.

She knocked loudly on the door. Though the way she did it wasn't as if asking permission to enter—it was just an announcement of her arrival.

Without waiting for a response, she opened the door. Her gaze fell on a man with golden hair and eyes, sitting casually on his throne, reading a book. Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire

Draconis shifted his gaze from the book to the new arrival.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Even though his words were polite, his tone clearly wasn't.

Meeting his gaze without flinching, Elysia threw the tests of the students who had failed onto the floor before him.

She parted her lips and spoke, her voice cold and devoid of emotion.

"It looks like we need to have a talk."