Seralyth tapped the desk and pointed her index finger toward the young slime, who jumped onto the huge mahogany table from her hands.

"I would like to admit this young slime over here," she said sharply.

The two old demons sitting on the other side of the desk were elderly—one male and one female—both clad in black modern suits.

They had wings folded behind their backs. A small horn protruded from their heads.

The old woman replied politely with a grin, turning toward the young slime on the desk.

"Sure."

Seralyth allowed him to stay on the table since he was too small to be seen otherwise.

"What's the name?" the old lady asked, softly patting Slime#47's body.

'Looks like I'll have to get used to being patted,' Young Slime mused, feeling the old hands on him.

"I'm nameless…" he replied, glancing at the wrinkles on the old woman's face.

The hand patting him paused.

The old woman blinked. "Kids these days sure love making jokes…" she said with a light smile.

"No. Record his name as Slime#47," Seralyth cut in, clearly done wasting time.

"Are you for real?" the old man exclaimed. "How can a slime—Lord Remora's race—not have a name?"

"There's no time for that…" Seralyth said sharply. They both nodded hurriedly.

The old man asked, "Give a wisp of your mana."

Young Slime passed a wisp of mana to him.

"Your age," the old woman asked as a transparent floating window manifested in front of her.

'It's a hologram computer screen… more advanced than my previous world,' Young Slime thought, caught off guard by technology in a magical place. 'I only thought a few inventions had been recreated in this world.'

He lowered his gaze and noticed the old woman typing on a plain glass slab that glowed with letters.

'Keyboard,' he thought, then replied, "I'm just over two months old."

"Two months?… Since you awakened, right?" the old man confirmed quickly. "I mean, demons take some time to awaken their intelligence."

"No. It's been two months since I was born," Slime#47 replied firmly.

All three demons in the reception were shocked. Their mouths fell open.

"I see… no wonder only three months," Seralyth muttered.

'He's definitely here for the trials,' the old demons figured it out. Being nameless despite being from Lord Remora's race, and only two months old, gave his identity away.

Soon, the procedure went into full swing. They skipped the full details after realizing he was from the future.

"Purple coat, right?" the old woman asked, glancing at Seralyth.

Seralyth nodded plainly, standing with her arms folded across her chest.

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After a few seconds, the process was complete.

The old man placed Slime#47's ID card on the table.

The old woman pulled the academy uniform and other accessories from thin air.

'I have to learn that storage spell,' Slime#47 mused, picking up the card.

It was light purple, with a black slime symbol surrounded by small stars embedded in the right corner.

On the front were his details:

[ Remorian Everlast Academy

Name—Slime#47

Year— /… [Trial]

Race—Slime ]

'The details are written in Ancient Demonic Tongue,' he thought, reading them.

He could feel his own mana within the card. Because his wisp of mana had been used to write the few details, he could sense it even if the card was very far away.

'Losing this card will be almost impossible unless magic is used,' he mused.

It was beautiful and delicate, with the black slime symbol and a nine-petal crimson flower pattern just below his details.

When he flipped it over, he noticed a small line at the bottom in common demon language:

"If anyone finds this card, please hand it over to the Lost and Found Department in the academy."

A little above it was a delicate design of a golden eagle embedded into the card.

He nodded, satisfied.

He turned to check his uniform, but Seralyth placed her hand on him.

Whoosh!

He found himself in a large classroom.

'Incredible speed.' He clicked his tongue. This time, he didn't even feel the movement. 'Did she use a teleportation spell?' he wondered.

"By the way… what was that reception room?" he asked doubtfully. "There were no other demons?"

"It's a VIP one. There's no time for all that," she said plainly. "Quick, pick a seat. I'll begin teaching."

Wob!

He jumped out of her hand and onto the front table, while holding his uniform.

He quickly glanced around the room and found some students already seated. Many had turned pale upon seeing Seralyth. Some even started sweating.

He didn't care.

He picked a random seat in the front row and sat.

The seats were big and elegant. It was the long bench, with a continuous writing desk where fifteen students could sit in one row. In total, there were twenty rows and three columns in the entire classroom.

They were made from sturdy crimson mahogany wood, giving off a steady, warm vibe. Soft cotton pillows were attached to the seats for comfort.

The writing bench had a storage compartment and a few accessories.

'Damn… I can't reach.' He was annoyed as he tried to store his uniform. His small size made it worse.

He bounced onto the writing bench and placed his uniform in the storage compartment below the writing desk.

Sitting on the cotton-attached bench was too far back—his tiny hands couldn't reach the writing desk.

As he sat, Seralyth clapped her hands and announced coldly from the podium, "Good. Now, I don't care who your language teacher was before. I'm taking over from now."

"Before I begin, let me explain a few things." She swept her gaze over the students.

She declared sharply, raising one finger. "First: until I decide you've learned everything, you cannot leave this class. You have to stay here."

She raised a second finger. "Second: no sleep, no food—nothing. None."

She paused and glanced at a student who suddenly fainted.

"If anyone has mental issues—or is a weak-arse—you'd better leave," she said, smiling without warmth, "Oh, and don't try to fool me with fake mental issues."

As she delivered her words one by one, everyone trembled.

"Now, you have five minutes to decide," she said, stepping back and leaning on the large black board attached to the wall behind her.

She closed one eye and kept watch with the other.

"What do we do?"

"Should I call mom for help?"

"Are you an idiot?"

"Our academy should have informed our parents already."

"If my dad knows it's Professor Seralyth's class… he'll kick me into the class instead of taking me home."

"…."

All the students started discussing the situation—and planning how to escape.

Seralyth grinned, already knowing none of them would leave.

End of the chapter….

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