Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 77 - 68 Lanci’s Sincerity_1

The art class had begun in a peaceful atmosphere.

The slender silver lamps hanging on the wall emitted a warm glow, illuminating the neatly framed canvases and flooding the classroom with light, accentuating the long, wooden benches.

The air was filled with a faint scent of paint and canvas.

Senior art professor Mogut stood dressed in a vintage black suit. His shiny red silk bow tie added a touch of elegance to his serious demeanor under the soft lighting. In his hands, he held a painting - a work of art filled with enigmatic depth. He was waiting for a student to voluntarily answer his question.

The classroom was imbued with an oppressive silence.

If no student stepped forward, Professor Mogut would randomly select one to start the first round of questioning.

Yet,

At this moment,

A hand unexpectedly rose into the air.

Every pair of demonic eyes turned towards that raised hand—

Hyperion stood there, her hand raised in disbelief, her amber eyes wide in apparent shock at her own actions.

As if her arm had been taken control of by some unseen force.

Soon, she seemed to realize something.

She turned her head and saw the eagle-eyed demon sitting to her right, his eyes intently focused on her. His bright gaze was especially prominent in the dimly lit classroom.

Clearly, this eagle-eyed demon had used Spiritual Magic to make her raise her hand!

If Hyperion were to start,

Then going in a clockwise rotation,

The eagle-eyed demon would be the fifth one to answer in the first round.

He would have ample time to discern the answer.

"You can start then,"

Professor Mogut seemed to know what was happening.

However, the rules of the classroom allowed each student to make use of their strengths and strategies.

Hyperion’s face suddenly turned ashen.

In the face of such close-range Spiritual Magic, she had no countermeasures or defenses. And if she was going to be the first to answer, Lanci, sitting to her left, would be the second one to answer.

She gave Lanci a guilty look, feeling like she had accidentally dragged him into this.

Simultaneously, Hyperion looked towards Professor Mogut, completely unsure of the quality of the painting in the professor’s hands.

"..."

Did she have to guess?

She had a fifty percent chance of making it through this round—or failing immediately.

Just when Hyperion felt her spirits sinking,

"This was painted by the professor,"

Lanci whispered beside her.

The demons around them sneered upon hearing his comment.

In this classroom, it was nearly impossible for a student to identify a painting that quickly. They all thought he was just making a wild guess.

No demon sitting near him would be foolish enough to risk their life on such a whim.

Professor Mogut simply held the painting expressionless, not giving any student the chance to read anything from him.

But after pondering for a while, the more she looked at the painting, the more she felt it lacked spirituality.

Hence, she hesitated for nearly five whole minutes.

It was only when she had to answer

that she finally responded:

"It’s a student’s drawing."

"That’s correct."

Professor Mogut nodded in agreement, while at the same time, he looked at Lanci once again.

If the prior two times could have been luck, now it was the third time.

The probability of it being just luck was diminishing.

He had never seen a student like this before, who made him feel somewhat inscrutable.

Now it was the turn of the fourth student.

The demon student sitting in the most corner of the classroom stood up, staring at the painting in Professor Mogut’s hand, utterly clueless.

He was proficient in Magic Power Identification, but not so much in art appreciation.

And his luck was also poor; he didn’t encounter the familiar magic power that had appeared on the previous paintings.

The corner-dwelling demon hesitantly looked at Lanci, not knowing if Lanci would help him.

"It’s still a student’s drawing."

Lanci calmly told him the answer.

After hesitating for a while, the demon student in the corner answered resolutely:

"It’s a student’s drawing."

"Correct."

Professor Mogut once again approved.

The corner-dwelling demon sat down with a surprised and grateful nod towards Lanci.

Now, when the turn had come full circle,

it was finally the turn of the eagle-eyed demon on the far right.

That is, the demon who had initially used Spiritual Magic to control Hyperion’s hand raising at the other end.

The eagle-eyed demon studied the painting in the professor’s hand.

He believed that Lanci certainly wouldn’t give him the answer.

Because he saw Lanci come into the classroom together with Hyperion, and the earlier Spiritual Magic had also duped Lanci to some extent.

However, at this moment, Lanci was smiling roguishly at the eagle-eyed demon, saying:

"This time, the professor drew it."

"...?"

All the demon students present knew that Lanci was unlikely to hold any goodwill towards the eagle-eyed demon.

So.

This seemingly meaningless act of revealing the answer,

seemed extremely provocative at this moment.

Because it gradually turned an art or Magic Power Identification question into a psychology question!

Whether this claim was true or false now needed the eagle-eyed demon to make a judgment!