Chapter 744: 44. Tights
“Ding ding ding~”
As the pleasant end-of-class bell rang, which was far more melodious compared to the class bell, Fisher, who had been reading the textbook at the lectern, slammed the book shut. Looking at the students raising their heads from below the podium, especially at the familiar faces of Renee and David, his expression couldn’t help but show a hint of helplessness.
“Class is dismissed, everyone.”
However, there was no choice; even though he was isolated and helpless, he could only continue trudging through the dream formed by this dream.
Fisher stood up, picked up the textbook from the podium, and walked out of the classroom. On his way back to the office, he passed by Class B where Jasmine was. He glanced sideways and noticed that the teacher in Class B was still standing at the podium, seemingly extending the class.
Not seeing where Jasmine was sitting, Fisher didn’t feel anxious; he simply retracted his gaze and gradually walked toward the office.
It was at that moment that the door to Class A, next door to Class B, suddenly opened, and a clamor emerged.
“Hey, teacher, about the attributive clause you mentioned in class”
“Are we really going to have a vocabulary quiz next class?”
It was the eager students surrounding the teacher, discussing the matters they should be addressing in class. Fisher often encountered such studious students when he was at the Royal Academy, usually young newcomers to the school. After a few years and advancing to higher grades, they generally turned into slackers, and you wouldn’t even see them in class.
Fisher didn’t pay much attention; his mind was occupied with contemplating the current situation as he continued walking toward the office.
“Exactly, it shouldn’t be too much homework, right? This vocabulary amount.”
“Eh? Thirty words! Plus it’s tomorrow, so unfair.”
But when the teacher’s voice, filled with cheer, rang out, Fisher’s steps suddenly halted.
In the gradually noisy teaching building after class, all sounds were drawn away, leaving only that woman’s voice.
“Then you all should work hard privately; the teacher believes in you. Go take a break. The teacher also needs to return to the office.”
“.”
Standing still, Fisher took a deep breath, then turned coldly towards the corridor leading to Class B.
Crossing over the T-shaped corridor walls that obstructed his view, he bumped directly into the speaking female teacher. What came into view was a stunning beauty with golden curly hair, looking like an angel. She wore a white shirt and had a black office jacket draped over it, a standard office attire.
An angelic face, simply donning the attire of the Trans.
Hela.
When she saw Fisher turn around, her face, cold as ice, slightly froze, and then she raised her hand to wave, a polite expression upon seeing a colleague.
“Hi, old Fisher.”
“Smack!”
But before the words were finished, Fisher’s iron-like hand grasped her wrist tightly.
The force was so great that it made her face scrunch up slightly, and as Fisher was about to say something, he caught sight of the eager students who had chased out and were now covering their mouths at the entrance of Class A.
Then Fisher looked back at the closed door of Class B behind her. After hesitating for a moment, he nearly dragged Hela down the hall towards the office.
The office door was slightly ajar. Fisher kicked it open and saw several faculty members looking over in response to the noise.
“.”
Without saying a word, Fisher continued to pull Hela along down the hall.
“Hey hey, Fisher teacher, what are you…”
“Shut up.”
Hela pouted in grievance but had no choice but to continue following him.
“.”
Toilet.
Health room.
Club activity classroom?
Fisher dragged the lightly-built Hela to the other side of the teaching building. Upon casually noticing an empty classroom, he kicked the door open and pushed Hela inside.
“Ouch!”
It was unclear what the classroom was meant for, but upon opening the door, he found that a thick layer of yoga mats covered the floor, but the area near the door wasn’t laid out, creating a difference in height.
Hela, pushed in while wearing high heels, stumbled and ended up falling directly onto the yoga mat due to the height difference.
Thud.
Her skirt swayed slightly, opening like an umbrella for a moment before closing again, and beneath it, a pair of 80D translucent black tights glimmered in the soft light filtering through the slightly concealed curtain seam of the empty classroom, showcasing a delicate matte effect.
At the same time, due to the fall, the strap connecting her right high heel to her ankle became unstable and slipped off, causing her foot wrapped in the matte black stockings to awkwardly tilt on the yoga mat, while the high heel accommodating her right foot tipped sideways and slid a bit away on the ground.
“Ugh, that hurts.”
Hela gasped as she awkwardly touched her ankle, but before her fingers could make contact, she gasped again, appearing to have twisted her joint.
This only made her cast her more resentful gaze at Fisher in front of her. Just as she wanted to say something, she realized that the cold-faced Fisher had already closed and locked the door.
“Click.”
With that crisp sound from the lock turning, this classroom became an exquisite sealed place.
The woman’s unease made her words get stuck in her throat. She swallowed hard, subconsciously retreating a bit on the yoga mat, her hands also covering her chest, defensively like a lost little deer. Even her tone began to tremble slightly,
“Uh, Fisher teacher? Is there something you need? You suddenly…”
Hearing Hela’s innocent and pitiful voice, Fisher raised an eyebrow, coldly sneering as his body slowly crouched in front of her.
“Still pretending?”
“What?”
Hela was slightly taken aback, seemingly not understanding his words, but instinctively sensed a stronger sense of oppression coming from Fisher. This feeling drove her to back away, but her injured right foot ached, making it increasingly difficult for her to retreat on the yoga mat.
She forced a smile, tilting her head cutely as she said,
“Fisher teacher, did I offend you somehow? Haven’t we only just started working together for a short while?”
“.”
Seeing her stubborn demeanor, Fisher realized that with her bad personality, she was likely still putting on an act here, pretending to have lost her memory due to the influence of Dream like Renee, integrating herself into this illusion.
But do you think Fisher would believe her?
Fisher sighed, retreated a bit, and Hela felt a slight relaxation, but just as she exhaled, Fisher lunged at her like a beast, seizing her neck and slamming her hard onto the ground.
“Bang!”
“Ugh!”
Fisher looked down at Hela, whose eyes widened in shock, inhaling deeply before softly saying,
“Even if you decide to separate me from my nature here, I firmly believe you have been influenced by Jasmine’s Dream. Moreover, your avatars must also, like mine, be restrained by Rank, turning into ordinary people.”
Fisher’s gaze slowly moved downward, observing the veins on her neck, then continued,
“If I kill this avatar of yours here, how do you think Dream would repair this flaw, Hela?”
“.”
“Four avatars, does one less count as well?”
“.”
Beneath him, Hela, who had been panicking, began to calm down after hearing Fisher’s words. A smile returned to her lips, and even her previous struggles ceased as she placed her arms casually by her sides.
“Such a pity. You clearly have such a good opportunity to play as colleagues. Don’t you like this role-playing game, dear?”
With a teasing tone, she gazed at Fisher with her blue-gold eyes, smiling as she asked,
“Besides, since you already know I have four incarnations within the barrier, if you want to win and save this world from destruction, wouldn’t you have to kill all four incarnations, driving me out? So what are you hesitating for now?”
Saying that, she gently blew her soft breath against the back of Fisher’s hand,
“Aren’t you feeling a sense of guilt or reluctance, dear?”
“.”
Fisher maintained a stoic expression, unmoved. He merely glanced at the remaining Hela, then surveyed the classroom, analyzing,
“You facilitated Jasmine’s contact with the pollution to attract me here because I’ve always been near the gods. You couldn’t separate my nature from my body; but this dream formed by the great power of Dream isn’t within your control either. This pollution possesses true divine power, even more potent than any single deity outside. So, if you want to make a move here, for a chance in ten thousand, you probably brought with you more than one avatar, right?”
Fisher tightened his grip on Hela’s fingers little by little, and her image reflected in his eyes gradually became blurred.
“You didn’t make a move as soon as you entered Dream, likely because you were restricted by the pollution, meaning the separation of me and my nature requires certain conditions to be met—conditions that this incarnation standing before you must strive to accomplish.”
Even though Hela’s expression didn’t change in the slightest as she heard Fisher’s words, she nodded appreciatively, straightforwardly stating,
“Smart, dear.”
“.”
“You’re right; I currently have two avatars within the polluted beautiful dream, while my other avatar that can utilize that method to separate you from your nature must remain temporarily dormant due to its power to avoid being discovered and killed entirely. Moreover, I do indeed need to accomplish certain things to free my other avatar from this situation.”
“Humph.”
Fisher snorted coldly, releasing his grip on Hela’s neck, letting her legs, wrapped in stockings, relax a bit.
She held her neck to prop herself up and looked at Fisher’s face, smiling brightly as she said,
“Moreover, I can plainly tell you what I need to accomplish.”
“Are you trying to trick me again?”
“This time, there’s no need to deceive you, since even if you know, you won’t be able to stop me.”
Fisher found himself intrigued by her words, and when he turned to look, her beautiful face had already moved close to Fisher’s, tightly embracing him, burying her face in his neck and inhaling a deep breath.
“Ah, such a reassuring scent.”
That tingling sensation caused Fisher to freeze momentarily. The softness and fragrance that rushed at him were like a poison eroding his reason. In order to avoid being influenced by her, he had to decisively pull away.
Thus, he extended his hand, gently grasping her jacket and forcefully pushing her away.
“Let’s wait until you separate me from my nature and completely win before you get to smell it.”
After being treated roughly, Hela glared at Fisher resentfully for a moment but didn’t get angry. A hint of ambiguity appeared in her blue-gold eyes as she continued,
“Well, [let her beautiful dream shatter], the more cruel the method to shatter, the better the effect.”
“?”
Fisher furrowed his brows, while Hela had already clasped her hands behind her back, looking down at her stockings. Mischievously, she used her toes to lightly tap on Fisher’s leather shoes while sparkling her blue-gold eyes, saying,
“Everything we see now serves the purpose of fulfilling that pitiful worm’s deepest desire. To achieve this goal, that enormous power almost reproduces the imagery within her heart into reality.
“And throughout this process, as long as I go along with her wishes, the strength of the dream will gradually increase, ultimately turning into an everlasting [reality], devouring everything within the barrier; conversely, if she notices any discrepancies or if it goes against her wishes, the dream will trigger a defensive mechanism, drawing more power to forcibly maintain the beautiful dream. Once the amount of power drawn exceeds a critical value…”
At this point, Hela gently pressed one hand against Fisher’s heart, then smiled,
“Then it will be my turn to act.”
Upon hearing this, Fisher finally understood why Hela said he wouldn’t be able to stop her.
Because fundamentally, his and Hela’s objectives were the same; neither of them could allow Jasmine’s beautiful dream to continue.
Even if Fisher had doubts about Hela’s claim that the dream spread would ultimately swallow everything within the barrier—after all, the few deities outside couldn’t be idle all the time, could they? But even if that were not the case, he had to leave in the end; he couldn’t indefinitely remain trapped here.
But doing nothing, when the beautiful dream shatters, and once he separated from his nature, everything would be over.
But the opposite, right?
He also had a chance to win—that was to find her hidden other avatar before the beautiful dream shattered and obliterate both the incarnation in front of him and the other one concealed away.
In this way, even if the beautiful dream broke, she would no longer be able to continue, and perhaps the pollution could be resolved then?
This was just an ideal outcome, but looking back on the countless times he had been deceived under Hela’s hands, he couldn’t help but doubt the veracity of what Hela had just said.
After all, even if not all of it was false, nine parts truth mixed with one part falsehood meant that considering it through her induced words could only lead to irretrievable results.
Fisher cautiously scanned the smiling “foreign teacher Hela” in front of him, and Hela could naturally sense the unmasked suspicion. She chuckled, covering her mouth and raising her index finger to stroke Fisher’s robust chest, saying,
“Don’t believe it? How about testing the veracity? Try letting ‘her,’ the owner of the beautiful dream, feel the discord, seeing how she responds when she feels dissatisfied?”
Hmph, just a trial. A test.
Fisher was about to answer defiantly when suddenly, a clear knocking sound came from the tightly closed door of the club activity classroom behind him, cutting through the thick atmosphere in the classroom.
“Knock knock.”
Fisher’s pupils constricted slightly as he turned his head, a sense of foreboding already swelling within him.
And indeed, fate always played the same tricks on him, for the next second, a soft, timid voice from outside came through.
“Fisher teacher, are you in there? Because the Class A students just said that something happened between you and Teacher Hela. I’m a little concerned, so I came to check. Fisher teacher, are you inside?”
Fisher opened his mouth and turned again, only to find that the Hela standing before him had mysteriously broken into a full smile, like a demon placing both hands before her mouth, forming a shape like a little trumpet.
Then, amidst Fisher’s bewildered gaze, her pink lips mischievously formed a clear lip shape inside her “little trumpet,” silently and word by word telling Fisher,
“I~am~about~to~shout~oh~dear~”
“.”
Before her, our teacher Fisher had somehow clenched his fist tightly, a black line across his face.
