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After the exposure of Sigrid Lancer's "Childhood Memories," the noble circles of the kingdom fell into a brief yet elegant panic. The Noble Council promptly issued a statement: "We firmly uphold the privacy of nobles during their juvenile years, especially concerning their 'experimental mistakes.'"
However, within Wushen Academy, the situation was quite the opposite. The students' messenger birds were overwhelmed, and the top request in the library's screening room shifted from "Magical Romance: Season 7" to a slow-motion recap of that explosive footage. Meanwhile, stickers from the Hot Pot Alliance club were being sold on the black market for five silver coins each.
As for Nora herself—she remained low-key, even busy moving dorms. Her original dormitory had been "accidentally targeted" by a fire-breathing mutated magical chicken last night. In the end, her father had remotely detonated it, blowing up a wall that bore the magical graffiti reading "Revenge is Sweet."
Just as she finished tidying up her new dorm, a man draped in an academy maintenance cloak appeared at the end of the corridor, dragging a pot and a pickaxe behind him.
"You can't bring a pot into the teaching area!" protested the small gatekeeper in a hushed voice.
"This isn't just a pot; it's a portable alchemical shock filtration device," Elias Thorn replied nonchalantly. "What I carry is knowledge."
"And the pickaxe?"
"The pickaxe is for knocking on knowledge."
Nora spotted him through the window and twitched her lips. "You really came."
Elias waved his hand. "I got my application approved! I'm now an 'Academy Infrastructure Maintenance Wizard!'"
"You applied for a position?"
"Of course! A grand revenge cannot be done sneakily." He shook his magical identification badge at his waist. "Did you know? I even wrote a recommendation letter signed 'Folk Knowledge Dissemination Envoy.' It's quite touching."
"...Who did you write it to?"
"I wrote it to myself."
Nora rubbed her forehead. "How do you plan to sneak into the teaching building? Lay down water pipes?"
"The water pipes aren't very stable; I plan to repair the magical energy lines instead." He patted his tool bag at his waist. "And while I'm at it, I'll tighten that screw on the academy's 'system default noble priority.'"
That afternoon, the Sound Transmission Spell Maintenance Room on the third floor of the Magic Tower mysteriously malfunctioned, leaving all noble students unable to receive messages and forced to write paper notes for help, creating a scene reminiscent of primitive times.
Meanwhile, the Hot Pot Alliance received an anonymous package containing an Image Crystal, which played the following content:
**Transmutation Spell Structure Decryption Demonstration** — generously provided by the Academic-Level Angry Father.
As the host played the video, he commented, “This guy truly lives up to his internal codename ‘Magic Curse Dad’; his approach combines educational value with explosive impact.”
Nora sat nearby, sipping water and observing the atmosphere in the room as it intensified.
She knew her father was never just a “destroyer.” His destruction was always logical—usually accompanied by some repairs to make it seem like he was there to “improve the world.”
For instance—today, although the communication spell system had collapsed, the Knowledge Sharing Record Network in the area where the noble students were located had surprisingly returned to normal.
This network had previously been restricted by permissions set up secretly by the nobles.
Now, all those tightly guarded noble teaching materials, class recordings, and answer hints were “accidentally” made accessible to the entire school.
In the evening, as Nora returned to her dormitory, she spotted an old but familiar Constructed Object at her door—the Autonomous Tea-Brewing Bird that her mother had made by hand.
It chirped as it flew in and landed steadily on her desk, presenting a note:
**Your father repaired four segments of the Magic Pipeline today, decrypted three Noble Encryption Barriers, and conveniently installed a Global Alchemical Pressure Interface marked “Available to All” on the first floor of the teaching building.**
—The school has yet to notice.
—Father-Daughter Team progress: 14%.
A slight smile crept onto Nora's lips as she patted the bird's head.
“It seems we’ve really begun.”
The Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta rolled over from the windowsill and said, “I told you he doesn’t act like a normal repairman.”
“Of course,” Nora replied, gazing out the window. “He is the most precise repairman in the magical world.”
“Revenge repairs, fixing both the nobles' personas and their infrastructure.”
The Emotion Recognition Sphere Beta remarked, “I shall call your rhyming phrase a poem of magical satire.”
“I’ve only just begun practicing,” Nora said softly.
“What we need to fix is just getting started.”
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