Ascending the Demon Realm

Clang.  

The cabin trembled slightly. Looking outside, my dormitory had ascended into the swirling mists of the demon realm, where ethereal clouds shimmered with aurora-like hues. Through the translucent vapors, glimpses of other students' quarters appeared—far more luxurious than my shabby dwelling.  

Such was the hierarchy here. At Demon University, your dormitory's elevation mirrored your achievements. The higher you rose, the more exceptional companions you gained—future partners and assets that would propel you ahead in demon society. Yutu, currently sprawled across my floor, belonged to the Divine Cultivation class training future demonic leaders.  

Our education differed starkly from human systems. Instead of multiple subjects, we focused on four essentials: Classics, Mathematics, Jurisprudence, and Cultivation. Demon Classics centered on *Tao Te Ching* rather than literary analysis—most demons possessed zero interpretive abilities. Mathematics stopped at practical arithmetic, while human disciplines like physics became obsolete when demons could teleport or levitate without Newtonian constraints.  

Jurisprudence remained crucial for conflict-prone demonkind. As for Cultivation... my eternal shame. Despite my humanoid form suggesting latent power, I consistently scored zero. Teachers speculated my potential remained "dormant," allowing me to bluff through prestigious schools while true talents like Yutu accelerated ahead.  

The silver-furred vulpine currently lay coiled like a giant pink ottoman, his six tails pillowing his face. Even when I shoved his frictionless body across the polished floors toward the sunken bed, he remained comatose. Activating my badge's assistant—now humorously dubbed "Her Majesty"—I reconfigured the nest-like structure into semi-enclosed quarters.  

As spatial magic expanded the chamber, Yutu appeared doll-like on the enlarged bedding. My fingers itched to stroke his iridescent fur, that dangerously addictive silkiness. Forcing myself away, I unpacked my Entropy Demon Qizhen Ancient Tech Corporation dimensional bag—parental reward for entering Eastern University.  

Hours later, my belongings sat organized. Yutu still hadn't stirred. Just how many centuries had this divine cultivator gone without sleep?